IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

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by gutterdreams

It's amazing how you make your face just like a wall

How you turn your heart and turn it off

How I turn my head and lose it all

"What's with you?" Cheeks still somewhat puffed out from chewing on the two french fries he had just put between his lips, Reggie asked nonchalantly from across the booth at Pop's. It was obvious from the second he met you in the school parking lot after his game, hair wet and glistening under the quarter moon from the showers, that you were in a mood. He had leaned in with his equipment bag hanging casually from one shoulder, but you barely met his mouth for a kiss. Your lips just gently acknowledged one another before you turned away to slide behind the wheel. "You're being quiet and...off." Reggie wasn't always a wizard with words, but he liked to think he knew you better than you sometimes knew yourself. You two had only been together for about four months, but you two had been inseparable since the first time you took up with one another, waking up on your basement couch with your ankles crossed and bodies naked against one another.

Across from him, your expression was impossible to read as it was blank like a fresh piece of loose leaf. Your eyes that usually shone open toward him with ardent feelings were alert, but bored. One hand was holding up the side of your face as you peeled your attention away from staring out the window and focused it on your gorgeous boyfriend. Reggie felt like he must have missed something. He swore that last night when he took off after hanging out at your place, fooling around on the couch in between episodes of a game show you two liked to watch together, things were fine.

It's unnerving how just one move puts me by myself

There you go trusting someone else

Now I know I put us both through Hell

Yawning, you straightened out your back and wondered for the umpteenth time since his football game ended what you should do. He had been looking forward to a burger and fries all day, texting you during second period about how he could already taste the melting cheese in his mouth. While you weren't happy, you also didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, everything was so fresh in your mind. It wasn't as if you had had enough time to figure out what you were actually feeling. How could you talk about something you didn't understand yet?

"[Y/N], what's up? Just tell me." He wiped at his fingers, one at a time, with the crumpled up napkin, his dark eyes holding your attention finally.

Since he wanted to know, you decided to just come out and say it, "Are you dealing?" The rumors swirled around the hallways of school before, but that was before Reggie was more than just some chiseled chin jock against a locker to you. He wasn't someone you were falling in love with. You didn't care about what he did when Cheryl first mentioned it back in September.

Reggie was caught off guard completely. He didn't have any food in his mouth, but he swallowed hard and slid his stare away from you quickly. Suddenly, his ketchup stained plate was more interesting.

"Who told you that?" He hadn't answered quick enough. He was caught, so Reggie took a different approach. He was deflecting like only he knew how. "You believe some stupid Vixen or something?"

"I'm asking you because it came up again, it's something I hear in the halls a lot..."

Reggie raised a brow at you, his chin still pointed at the plate even if his focus was yours again.