butterflies || lunch club x reader [ DISCONTINUED ]

fourteen

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Butterflies.

That's all I can feel.

Butterflies with claws tearing away at my insides, and they're trying everything they can to escape.  They're even in my brain, throwing around thoughts and making me feel dizzy.

All I can do is sit here and let them flap around.  It's only 8:47, and I'm ready to go.  Apart from emotionally.  I don't think I'll ever be emotionally prepared for tonight.  Some of the thoughts my butterflies are throwing around stick, feeling heavy in my chest.

Just the idea of tonight's details.  That sticks the most.  Drunk Schlatt.  Strip games.  This is so foreign and out of my little bubble, but I'm so fucking excited.  Then, there's a part of me that thinks this might be a bad idea.  I mean, what about the last time Schlatt was wasted?  All of the things he texted me?

I decide that I don't care.

I'm going to go into this without thinking about anything that's happened in the past.  This is a new experience, and I'm going to let loose for once.  I'm going to enjoy myself.  Or try to, at least.

I watch the clock intently.  8:51.

My phone buzzes underneath my anxiously bouncing leg, and I feel a rush of more butterflies when I see the contact name.

Schlatt
might be late, josh is taking forever to come outside :/

That's okay

Schlatt
not for me, i'm excited for tonight

In what way???

Schlatt
don't start with that

What are you gonna do huh? You never got me back for calling you mister booty call

Schlatt
shit you right

So you're all talk hmm?

Schlatt
no i'll still get you back for that

We'll see about that

Schlatt
mess with me tonight, see what happens

Is that a challenge?

Schlatt
perhaps

Bring your worst mister booty call

Schlatt
you're lucky josh just got in, i'll be there in fifteen

Haha okay

8:55.  Just fifteen minutes and he'll be here.  Then, my whole world will be even more upside down than it's already been this past week. It'll only be Schlatt, Charlie, Josh, and me. No Cooper to try and protect me from Schlatt's moves, and no Ted to distract me or comfort me. My stomach hurts.  Do these butterflies ever go away?

Apparently not, I answer myself ten minutes later whilst almost tripping over my own feet.  I've been down these stairs hundreds of times, but  my head's so high in the clouds tonight that I almost fall. I hate that guys can do this to me.

After standing outside for a couple of minutes, I see a car pulling up. My heart picks up the pace again, beating out of my chest. I subconsciously look over my outfit. Blue skinny jeans, white t-shirt, yellow cardigan. Simple. Plain.

Too plain? Does it look lazy? Well, it doesn't matter now. Schlatt's pulling up and waiting for me to get in, and there's nothing I can do if my appearance isn't up to par. So I hop in the passenger side, anxious as ever, and look over to him.