How Am I Doing?

Part 2

Ryan: I'm never talking to you again
You: that's fine

Ryan snorts.

You're so full of shit.

He glances up as he listens to Ricky make fun of the TV show they're watching, his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him. He hasn't seen you in a few weeks since the fling, but that's because you've both been busy.

Ryans not avoiding you or you him, this is typically how your friendships work. He's relieved nothing was any different between you, that having sex didn't affect anything.

You: RYAN

Ryan: what?

You: OH MY GOD GUESS WHO TEXTED ME

Ryan purses his lips.

Ryan: Who?

You: My ex!

Ryan: the gym rat asshole?

You: YES

Ryan sighs, slouching down a little more in his seat. What the hell does that guy want? Probably just a booty call, considering you are good in bed. Man, your blowjobs though, you really know what you're doing and it's great.

Ryan: what does he want

He waits, but you don't answer him immediately, so he lets his phone rest in his lap. He looks over at Ricky, watching as he flicks through TV channels; did the show go off?

"How's (Y/N) doing?" Ricky asks after a moment, knowing that's who Ryan is texting. You two are annoyingly close, almost inseparable, or at least you're always texting him and he's pretty good about doing the same --- he's better at communicating with you than he was his old girlfriend.

"She's fine, just bitching about that ex of hers."

"Man, you are so friendzoned." Ricky snorts, amused.

"You have no idea," Ryan mutters, frowning. He didn't tell anyone that the two of you slept together, he wouldn't dare. It's no one's business, plus you wouldn't appreciate if he did, especially not under the circumstances. It was a good lay, though, and Ryan wouldn't mind sleeping with you again if you asked, but he isn't going to push the topic either.

You might not want to be with him again, although you did end up having sex twice the time you were together. You seriously have a lot of energy, you almost make him feel old in comparison.

He rubs the back of his neck, his fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. You'd made the comment it was itchy, and he can tell it's a little coarse, maybe he should shave. He rubs his skin thoughtfully, looking down at his phone lights up.

You: well he's still a dick.

Ryan: booty call text?

You: yup

Ryan: sorry. figured that's what it was

You: I just don't get it. If he doesn't want to be with me, why bother me anymore? We're obviously not friends

Ryan: guys are dumb when they're horny

You: yeah but you've never acted that way!

Ryan hesitates. He almost texts he's not like other guys, but how fucking dumb and cliche would that be? Saying that clearly means he is like other guys, and that's not true. Well, at least he doesn't think so, he never intentionally tries to be an asshole.