Only Ever Best Friends

☆ 4 ☆

"So... how's everyone's first day going?"
Grayson asked.

"I miss summer already," Max, one of the football friends, answered.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Ellie and I have chemistry together," Grayson announced.

5 seconds later I got a text from Sophie that said:
"damn right you do 😂"

[This bitch—]

I kicked her shin under the table.

"Ow!" She yelped.

We got our lunch and ate. Then the bell rang and we all went our separate ways. I went to English.

Then seventh period. Photography. My class with Ethan.
I try to sneak up behind him like I did his brother but he isn't there yet.

Out of nowhere a pair of hands grip my shoulders and I shriek, turning around to see a an amused Ethan.

"Gray texted me to get you back," he says.

"You're the worst," I say, shoving him.

"You love us," he says, shoving me back.

• • •

It was the last period: Study Hall. And I had it with E and Gray. 45 minutes later, the dismissal bell rang and I started out the door, though quickly remembering that the boys had practice. Damn.
I walked outside and began waiting: two hours till practice ended.

Sophie spotted me and sat with me.

"You have to stop being so suggestive around the boys!" I said.

"I'm SORRY, I just don't get how you have perfect access to the both of them, and don't do anything about it."

"S-"

"How haven't you banged one of them yet? Or both? OR BOTH AT THE SAME TIME— god that would be hot..."

"EW, STOP IT!"

"I'm serious! The day you get into each other's pants, is the same damn day you tell me ALL about it... what size he is, how good he is, how long it took him to c-"

"OH MY GOD, THATS ENOUGH!" I said, cutting her off.

The boys came out about ten minutes later, drenched in sweat, holding their bulky padding and jerseys in one hand, and their backpacks in the other.
We practically ran to the car. Ethan put it in reverse and started backing out.

"Watch out for pedestrians," I teased.

"Ha.. ha.. ha.. very funny, El," he said.

"I wonder what my mom is making for dinner tonight."

"Hopefully spaghetti...I hate eating healthy," Gray said.

We pulled up to my house and I asked if they were coming in with me.

"You already know that our mom is going to make us shower and dress up," E replied.

"And you need it too," I said, pinching my nose.

"We smell like MEN," E shouted.

[hA, yeah.]

"Blow dry your hair after, you look like a wet dog when you don't."

"Thanks, noted," he rolled his eyes and smiled.

He drove off and I walked inside.

"MOOOOOM!" I yelled.

"WHAT?"

"What are we having tonight? The boys want  spaghetti."

"That's fine, but I'm also making salads," my mom said.

"Ugh fine."

"Shower," she demanded.

"Why?"

"Because you're probably gross from school, upstairs you go" she said.

I dropped my backpack, went upstairs, and showered.