Waking up next to Lydia was weird, but not as weird as it should have been. She was fully dressed, as was Freddie so he quickly figured out he probably wasn't about to star in some kind of cautionary tale. It was still weird.
"Hey Lydia," Freddie said cautious sitting up.
She made a noise in response that suggested she was awake enough to hear Freddie at least so he continued.
"Why are you in bed with me?" Freddie asked.
"Sorry," she said not sounding sorry at all. "Did I offend your delicate sensibilities by sleeping within three feet of you?"
"Nah but..." Freddie wasn't sure where to go from there as his objections mostly stemmed from what he thought he should say in the situation.
"You should be thanking me," Lydia said holding her eyes closed like she was trying to cling to the dregs of sleep.
"For what invading my personal space," Freddie replied.
"You passed out in a house full of drunk boys, what did you think was going to happen?"
A thousand images filled Freddie's head, each more horrible than the last. He jumped out of bed, grabbing each of his limbs to check he still had them all before rushing to the mirror to see what permanent marker painting was adoring his face. But there wasn't anything there. He pulled his shirt up just to check, but it all seemed to be clear.
"You're welcome," said Lydia smugly. "I had to fight a couple of dudes with a stick."
Freddie's face broke into a wide smile as he ran back to the bed lent down and kissed Lydia on the forehead.
"My hero," he said. "Thank you for saving my honour."
"Damn straight," Lydia said blushing.
That was the moment Lydia and Freddie went from classmates to friends and that made Freddie feel even worse about what happened next.
Teenagers talk, it's what they do, and there's nothing they like to talk about more than sex. Who's having it, who's not. It's an obsession. So word spread like wildfire that Freddie Cook and Lydia Nguyen had spent the night together at Dave's unofficial birthday party. By the time Monday rolled around the rumour was burning so hot that no matter how much Freddie denied it no one would believe him. To make matters worse, somehow him trying to deny it made Freddie into some kind of hero. Lydia became the opposite.
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Freddie Cook is NOT a Sex God
Teen Fiction[BxB] Freddie's got a reputation he didn't ask for (or earn) and he's mostly okay with it until he meet's the mysterious Leo at university and remembers what it's like to care what someone thinks. This is a story about rumour, expectation, and falli...
