It was half past midnight when my phone began vibrating against my nightstand. I sat up, bleary eyed and searching blindly in thedarkness of my bedroom. "Whafuck," I mumbled. Translation: What the fuck.
My fingers wrapped around my phone and the sudden brightness burned my eyes as I opened the text.
J-Co: You up, pretty girl?
I quickly typed out a response, ignoring the way my heart started to beat faster at the sight of his stupid contact name. J-Co instead of J-Lo. He absolutely hated it, which obviously made me love it more.
It had been less than a week since Nicky found J and I post-coital and half naked in the garage. I gave a small laugh at the memory of her flying towards me like a bat out of hell, red faced and screaming about how she always knew I wanted to steal him away from her. J, always the gentleman, was quick to jump between us, taking the brunt of her anger as she pounded her small fists against his bare chest. I'd quickly dressed, laughing the entire time at her temper tantrum, but also laughing at the fact that I'd just let my best friend fuck me on a counter in an open garage. Who was I?
We hadn't seen each other since then, but we'd been in constant contact with texts and calls. Hell, he even went to school twice this week when he usually never went at all. I had to admit that I was still curious about why he was being so secretive when it came to things with his family, but I didn't want to pry. Everything between us was still very, very new and it didn't feel right to automatically assume that because he'd been inside me I deserved to know all his business.
Plus, I didn't even know if it was going to happen again. By "it' I mean the best orgasm of my life given to me by J fucking Cody.
Y/N: No, I'm not up. We have a chem test at seven thirty tomorrow morning, Josh. Go to sleep.
The dots instantly started jumping around and I smiled softly, leaning back against my pillows. The fact that he'd had our text chat open and waiting for my response left me giddy. Had I ever been giddy before? Maybe. Probably not.
God, I'm diving way too far down this rabbit hole, I thought to myself and brought my thumb to my mouth, biting the nail absentmindedly.
J-Co: You know I hate it when you call me that.
I don't know if it was the late hour, the fact that I was talking to J, or the simple fact that I was, for lack of a better word, horny. But I was suddenly feeling too brave for my own good. Hoe, don't do it! My inner voice was screaming at me to erase the text but I just couldn't. The devil was clearly getting the best of me this week.
Y/N: Bet you wouldn't hate it if I was moaning it in your ear right now.
I quickly hit send before I had the chance to change my mind, but my stomach was instantly in knots.
The dots didn't start jumping around right away.
The dots didn't start jumping around at all.
My heart was lodged in my throat as I sat up in bed, palms sweating as I reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. What the actual fuck was I thinking? Why would I say that? Who even talks like that? People in romance novels, that's who! Not seventeen year olds who live in Oceanside and fuck their best friends.
"Girl, you are a broke down, tragic mess." I threw myself back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling before pulling a pillow over my face.
I don't know when I turned into the kind of person that was constantly waiting for a guy to give her attention. I spent all of middle school dodging gross, pimple face boys with bad breath, and I spent the majority of high school being too picky to date anyone. There'd been one guy, Tucker, who I'd lost my virginity to just because he was sweet and I wanted to get it over with. The whole experience had been less than stellar, but there was no bad blood between us. I just never had that feeling, the one that left my stomach in knots and my heart racing. I never felt any of that.
