inspired by Just One of the Guys
"Alright, I'm only agreeing to do this if we keep this professional. No funny business. No messing around. Got it?"
Buddy nods hurriedly, gulping with those light wide eyes of his.
I don't know how I got myself until this mess but until I do, Buddy Griffith.
One kind gesture to help his frustrations with his kissing skills since he was so nervous and I wanted to teach Buddy how to get girls the right way, tired of hearing girls gossip and guys laugh about his questionable methods around the school.
You see Buddy claimed to have lots of sex but the only thing he needed now was a partner to do it with.
His sister Terri was a good pal of mine and I considered this a favour on my part to relieve her of the constant embarrassment that he threw everywhere or it could take a turn for the worse and make him even louder and even more embarrassing.
It was weird kissing someone you've known for such a long time but Buddy was attractive, funny, somewhat smart, very cute and knows me better than I knew myself. But, I had to admit I was scared it would be like kissing my brother.
It was not.
In fact, it was the opposite. Naturally, our lessons progressed through all the bases until we were stopping ourselves in our third or fourth round of sex and virginity losing because we were getting carried away. Our minds were going beyond where our bodies could take us but boy did it feel great
Tuesday morning, Buddy approached me in school giving the signal to come over later and following me down the hallways like a puppy. He bumped into millions of shoulders, throwing back really quiet remarks in case they heard and beat him up until I agreed.
"Ah! You're a doll Y/N," he kisses me on the cheek gently "thank you thank you!"
He bounces away in a song and I can only just laugh at his ways and the feeling that's were bubbling up inside of me that I had to repress because of our code. I could not like Buddy Griffith.
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I don't know what he was singing but Buddy was yelling into his hand, some weird love song lyrics, going so intense his eyes close like when they do when I-
Nevermind.
I leaned against the doorframe, growing less confident and mischevious watching him when I notice he's shirtless with that glorious body of his on display for me and the whole of America to see.
And, America was not complaining tonight!
"Oh yeah that's exactly how you do it," I remark, arms crossed as he stops abruptly.
My words probably would've been better if my cheeks weren't slightly pink from his abs that he clearly has been working on more and more since I last saw him. The suspense and the invite itself was making this harder and harder for me to bear and I found myself getting a little turned on for no reason at all other than Buddy's upper body.
"Are you okay, Buddy?"
His happiness is strange to me. Normally we'd just screw it and do it but today he was dragging things, I had been here five whole minutes and my shirt still stuck to my skin uncomfortably.
"No I"m not, Lisa's coming over tonight," he huffs, cleaning the top of his cabinet with a rag which I was surprised he knew the use for.
It wasn't Buddy's surprising knowledge of household product s that I was focusing on but the hurt in my heart at the mention of another girl on those sinful lips of his.
"Right and is she coming for homework or for you?"
"All for me baby."
He replied casually, obviously too busy adjusting the trophies on the shelves to notice my voice quieten and my frame get smaller. It was a shame this could never work and I was stupid enough to fall for the cliche. I was such a klutz.
"But you called me over Buddy?" I asked confused and he turns leaning against the wall, his torso on full display to make my tongue escape my mouth uncontrollably.
He begins to grow nervous, stuttering and looking at other things while trying to collect his best reply.
"Well, I just wanted your advice you know? Why do you sound so hurt?"
I enter the room more so the distance between us isn't as true physically as it is emotionally. My Tuesday plans weren't to be upset over a boy, nevermind Buddy Griffith.
"Because Buddy it feels like you're tossing me out to the trash for Lanky Lisa from Trigonometry to swoop in and grab you by the nipple!"
"What, Y/N this is my chance for real, you were just a practice you know that. You said at the beginning-"
"You're saying that I didn't mean anything to you? That I was just some practice?" I ask, hurt clearer now in my voice than it ever was before and if I brought a coat I'd wear it again knowing that in the next few moments I'd be out that door as far away from this person in front of me as possible.
His hesitation and lack of words spoke for him and I turned to leave with him hobbling after me with a lazy call.
"You know I didn't mean it like that baby! Come back!"
I turn around.
"No Buddy, you did mean it and that's really fine. I can see you don't feel the same way as me and you never will but you will never get a girlfriend like this Buddy. Maybe you'll get a fuck but nothing real, nothing that really counts as something other than practice."
I promised myself I wouldn't look into those fake eyes again.
