Call me, Timothée

"Hey..."

"Hey..." no reply. Thirty-two minutes later... still no reply. Why would he tel me to text him and then not answer? Maybe I made the whole thing up in my head. Maybe I'm just a crazy girl in love with a boy who's never going to notice me. Maybe- ding! "What's up?," says the text. OH MY GOD. He actually finally replied! Finally. "Nothing. What's up with you?," I reply back. God that was a stupid respond. "Nothing just listening to that band you like," said the little gray square containing his words. Wow. He really listened to the band I recommended. "What do you think?," I wrote looking for his reply which came almost immediately, "They're pretty cool." You're pretty cool, Timothée. Fuck. Imagine if we were together. "So what happened to your pants today?," he said, switching the subject to what I imagined was more interesting to him. Oh god. "I um... dropped my mixing spoon during chem. lol," I replied to him, trying to act cool, although I knew that was probably not the way it came off, especially with that "lol" at the end. "Oh, so it wasn't me who made you wet?," his text said. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK
What the hell do I reply to that?? Do I flirt back?? Is he even flirting with me?? Oh well here goes nothing. boop! He had received my flirty message.
5 minutes
10 minutes
10.5 minutes
WHY WONT HE ANSWER ME?? That was a mistake, that was definitely a mistake.
Then, ding! He answered. I did not want to look at my phone as I was sure it was going to be some sort of disgusted message that said he never wanted to see me again. In reality he had replied " That's hot. You're hot as hell Ruby."
....... I couldn't believe he just said that to me. My message had said "No it's wasn't you who had initially made me wet but when I saw you in the hall.... Fuck, Chalamet, you really turned me on." His reply must mean he liked me too, right?? "Thanks, Timothée. You're hot as hell too." I replied; feeling more confident now. The next text came as a surprise. It was like receiving a birthday card sent by your new lover. The text read "I want to see you tomorrow after school. Meet me at my car?." HELL.YES. OF COURSE I WANTED TO. I WANTED TO MORE THAN ANYTHING. THIS IS WHAT I HAD BEEN DREAMING ABOUT FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS AND I COULD BELIEVE IT WAS HAPPENING. "Yeah sure," I replied, trying to seem cool.
I couldn't help but think of him, all night long. I thought of what his hands might feel like on my bare boobs, what his tongue might feel like gliding down on my body. Maybe I was getting too ahead of myself but I didn't care. It was good, and I liked it. As I imagined him on me, his green eyes peering into mine as his tongue went inside me, I started to slide my hand into my pants. It felt good to think of him and I hoped he was thinking of me too. As I kept thinking of him, I got more and more turned on. I thought of our little chat in the hallway today and the whole 'did I make you wet' thing, and oh god he did, he really did. Then as I was about to cum I thought of that last text he sent. "Meet me at my car?'' What did he want? Damn, and right as I was about to orgasm my lady boner went away. I hate that.