Mrs. The Silliest Mean Green Bean

Because, you were one of the mean girls, or at least, you hung out with them. And Brian didn’t have time for that bullshit. So, regrettably, he spent a lot of time demonizing you in his head. Reasoning that if he did, he would be more disgusted than hard when you wore those low cut tops, or chewed on the ends of your pencils. It didn’t help. But things weren’t the same anymore.

He wouldn’t say you were friends now or anything, but you were something. When you first came up to him, it was a dare by your giggling posse, and he didn’t fall for it. You had that look on your face, like you knew how badly everyone wanted to fuck you. It pissed him off. There was an amount of satisfaction getting to shred into you, watching that look fall off your face. It was like you really saw him then.

After that, he didn’t think he’d have to deal with you again. He had no idea how wrong he was. You didn’t leave him alone. At first, he assumed you were trying to atone or something, and if he was mean enough you’d fuck off eventually. But you kept coming back.

“I like to think people who don’t like me, just, don’t know me yet.”

“I know you. You’re a bitch.”

Most days you caught him, you didn’t even want to talk much. You’d just bum a cigarette and sit by him quietly. Sometimes making jokes, about your day, or someone passing by. Asking him how he was doing on homework, and if he had any funny stories from working at Mickey’s. It occurred to him that the only “friends” he’d ever seen you with were fake. They were the kind of “friends” who gossiped about you behind your back. The kind who called you dumb to your face, and told you to lighten up about it. 

Maybe you just had shit taste in company. Or, maybe, you liked Brian. Maybe he felt real. 

His resolve didn’t last as long as he imagined. There was still an edge to your conversations, but it started to feel more and more like he was teasing. He didn’t really care who you slept with, or what you did in your free time, but he liked the face you made when he called you a whore. You usually had a comeback, something like, it was rich of him to say since he was looking school shooter chic. You’d hit him and he’d laugh.

“Why’re you so smug all the time?”

“That’s just my face.”

“Oh, screw you.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

But you were gone. 

You waved to him on a Wednesday morning, went to class, and never made it home that night. No one knew what happened to you, and it all felt so wrong. Sometimes, sitting in the truck, he’d catch a whiff of your strong Bath&BodyWorks lotion smell from the passenger seat. Something like flowers and cucumbers. 

It started to make him sick. So suddenly nauseous, he had to pull over a few times this last week, just to puke in the bushes on the side the road. He’d been skipping school the last few days, tired of the missing posters of you at school, the mention of you at assembly, and hushed conversations about you in the hall. None of these fucking people cared, they didn’t know you.

Maybe he didn’t either.

But here he was anyway, parked on the street, right beside the memorial made for you. Brian never imagined that whatever was between you both would last long. You had your future all laid out for you. High school would end, you would go to college, have a career, and get married to personified business casual khakis. And he would be here, flipping shit burgers, and smoking cigarettes in his car for the rest of his life.

He didn’t resent you for it really, he just hoped, maybe he’d get to ruin you a bit before you went. Instead, the woods of this stupid town swallowed you whole, and he’d never get to see you again, an entire year too early. You, more than anyone he’d ever met, deserved to get out of this town. He liked to think you did. That on that Wednesday, you just got fed up, and boarded a train to somewhere far away.

The alternative scared him shitless, and unsettled his stomach when his Dad left the local news channel on. You deserved so much better. He wishes he could’ve hung out with you Tuesday night, drove you somewhere, anywhere. Maybe you would’ve told him something important. Something that could’ve saved you. In reality, he was working, eating fries and dicking around. 

Who knows. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.

Walking down the sidewalk, were two guys from school, ones Brian figured he may have seen before. They were being loud and obnoxious, laughing and tossing each other around, into the street and back. He didn’t pay too much mind, back against his truck, cigarette between his fingers. But then, they paused right in front of your memorial, suddenly quiet.

He watched, wracking his brain for a memory of them, maybe with you. He couldn’t come up with anything, but— one of the guys points at your picture, and motions jacking off with his hand. The two of them laugh. Brian doesn’t know why he cares, why his face got hot when he saw it. His skin buzzes and his fists tighten at his sides.

“Hey, dickheads.” 

He flicks the cig to the pavement, grounding it with his boot, as he storms forward. They look up at his approach, their expressions dropping, something smug slipping on instead. The one wearing a jean jacket and a red shirt steps in front, a chuckle in his throat. “Mind your business, freak.”

“Ah, you think you’re funny.” Brian laughs back, bracing himself. His knuckles connect with the kid’s jaw, and he stumbles back. Brian feels like he’s on fire. “I’ll kill you shits, I’ll kill you. You think I’m joking?”

The other guy, wearing a tucked in polo, looks like he’s ready for a fight. Brian smiles, daring him too. He hasn’t been in a good brawl in a while, and he wouldn’t mind taking a few hits. It wouldn’t matter. Brian could make them bleed. But as jean jacket guy pulls himself up, cradling his face, he pulls his friend’s shirt back. 

They start heading the way they came, but polo guy can’t help himself, spitting into the grass as he shouts. “You’re crazy dude. She’s fucking dead.”

That catches him, like a bullet in his chest, knocking the air from him. He turns to see dozens of pairs of eyes watching him, all you, your photos haunting him. All the fight drains from his shoulders, and a shudder runs through him. He’s ten again, running the hallways because he’s scared of the dark. The image of you is burned on his eyelids. Your hair. Your hands. Your smile. He feels cornered, like a frightened animal, and without thinking sprints to his truck. 

“F-Fuck.” His voice trembles as he struggles with the door. There are tears in his eyes. He doesn’t come back here again, avoiding any route that’ll take him past. Can’t stomach it. He starts to wish you’d never met. Then he just wishes he’d waved back.

...

Brian was never good at sleep, often restless, and it’s only worse after you're gone. One of those long nights, he'll decide to take a drive. There aren’t very many streetlights on the edge of town, and the brights of his rundown truck are not strong enough to see too far ahead. It’ll be in the early hours of the morning, in the pitch dark, that he’ll see you. Standing by the side of the road, covered head to toe in dirt, blood in your hair, and waving your arms wildly.

He’ll almost swerve off the road, cursing in surprise, before maintaining control. He’ll pull over and call out your name. You seem happy to see him. He hopes it isn’t a dream. He hopes it’s really you.

You had just ordered a bunch of new tops that you knew would drive Brian crazy, his eyes would get all wide, he’d probably have to hide behind a wall for a second to fix his pants. He thinks you don’t notice these things but you do, every time. You pulled on some jeans that made your ass look great, they were baggy around the legs but were tight around your waist, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you if you just got him to really listen. Your top showed off your chest very well, his eyes had plenty of space to wander, you left very little to the imagination. You applied the lipstick he bought you and the perfume he complimented that one time. Mickey’s was right around the corner so you grabbed your purse and started walking towards his work, ready to let him know what you really wanted.

His first thought as he heard the click of your shoes behind him as he flipped burgers was

Huh that sounds a lot like (Y/N)’s favorite pair of heels

Until he realized

Oh shit, that is (Y/N)’s favorite pair of heels

He quickly dropped the rusty spatula and turned around, peeking his head through the serving window, trying to see what you were doing in a nasty place like this.

Brian?

(Y/N)?

Hey Brian!

Your voice rang through the whole restaurant, capturing the customers attention, everyone got the perfect view of your ass.

Brian, on the other hand, was using all of his strength not to stare at your chest. It felt like you were trying to make him lose it.

There’s no fucking way you know her

He turned to see Andrew gaping at you, his eyes transfixed on your tits.

Yes, I fucking know her

Brian and I have been good friends for a while actually

You smiled brightly at Andrew before turning to look at Brian, batting your eyelashes at him

He didn’t actually look that dreamy, normally you’d tell him he needs a shower and Andrew was not someone you would ever usually smile at, but desperate times call for desperate measures

Good friends, huh?

Perv

Brian are you getting off work soon?

Yes I am, right now

What? No you’re not, I’m about to be cut!

Sorry man, you’re covering my shift

No!

Bye Drew!

Andrew continues to bitch but you and Brian ignored it as you smiled at his sarcasm, he was just as rude as you.

Brian walked out of the kitchen and finally got a good look at you. Your hair was out of your face, he could see your beautiful eyes and soft lips, there was nothing he wanted to do more than kiss you.

You could tell

He had that dumb look on his face, you wanted to tell him to make a move but you had all this planned out. You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of Mickey’s, he was pulling his hat and outfit off as you made your way to his beat up car. He refused to believe you actually loved that piece of junk, he hated it. He’s sure you only liked it cause he never made you give him gas money, no matter how much you offered it.

As the two of you climbed into his car he realized he wasn’t even sure what you were here for.

Brian, do you think I look nice?

It wasn’t the first time you had asked this, you were always looking for his opinion on everything; your hair, your nails, your outfits, you loved looking nice for him. This time was different though, you were staring into his eyes, your breasts were almost spilling out of your low-cut shirt. He didn’t know what to say, or do.

U-Uh, yeah, you look-your outfit…

He was struggling to get the words out, his eyes moving from your pretty face to your soft painted lips back and forth.

He was trying so hard to remember that he would never have a chance with you, that the universe was fucking with him, that this is just some cruel joke, tha-

Just kiss me, Brian.

Your hand rested itself on his thigh as you leaned in, before you knew it he was grabbing your face and your waist, pulling you into him for a strong, passionate kiss. You went from leaning over the center counsel to sitting in his lap, your hands were in his hair as you kissed him. Your lips and his danced together, you never wanted to stop. Brian couldn’t take his hands off of you, both of them were placed on your waist, squeezing and exploring, moving lower to your ass. The harder he squeezed the more you squirmed on his lap, he was getting harder by the second, he had never needed you this badly. You pulled away from the kiss to get air, staring into his eyes, with your thumb on his lip you mumble into the small space between you

Please take me home

Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than that

I hope y’all liked this!

Burt Fablemen : Strong connection to technology with Rotem, Klang and Porygon, Electric typing seems natural for an engineer! Same with Steel. Brabiel because he's as squishy and chunky shaped as his trainer is.

Brian Wilcox: He's a nasty grimy guy, hence he's a Poison Type Trainer. Noribat and Umbreon because they look like cute emo plushies.

Edward Nashton: Phantump to represent the children who died in the orphanage that haunt Eddie's memories. Mimikyu who wears a little handmade Riddler costume or even a tiny Batman. Raticate being with him since childhood. One of the rats that bit his fingers. Blastoise and Voltorb for the flood and the explosives on the Seawall

Percy Dolarhyde: Fighting type seems natural for a surely, bratty cowboy. His Combusken has been waiting forever to evolve but he's too lazy to get the gym badges. Has three of them. Begged his father for a cool Pokemon so Percy was given a high level Lucario that hardly listens to him. Often looking at his trainer with a "Really man?" sort of expression. Trubbish won't stop following him around, no matter what Percy does!

Pierre: Honestly he screams Fairy Type trainer to me! All of his Pokémon are spoiled with extremely high friendship levels. Ninetails is good for exploring the snow grounds of his estate. He totally has a sweet tooth that Slurmpuff enables!

Departure into the world of Chris Marquette with Eli and Milo Burns

Eli's team... Wow it sure is a team lmao! He's not totally a creep but our favorite camera man is in a committed relationship with a girl named the bit.

Milo's team is one he shows in normal life. Harmless Bolthound, Eevee and Corvisquire. While he uses the other members for his little stalking game.

Anyway back to Danoland!

"Give me your fucking money then, I'm not paying for your lame asses," you complained from your seat at the table at Mickey's. You had no idea why you were spending your Wednesday night at a fast food diner with people you hated, but you had just moved to Cody, Colorado and it seemed better to have them as friends than enemies. The popular kids, you supposed you would call them, but they weren't really popular. Like most 'popular' kids, it seemed like everyone who wasn't one of them hated them. It made sense, they were assholes.

You gathered up the dollars they thrust in your direction, half remembering everyone's orders. No, Casey, I'm not asking for your coffee freezer with skim milk. We're at a fucking Mickey's. You jumped slightly, feeling the guy next to you rub his hand along your thigh. You grabbed a hold of his wrist, making a point of removing it from your leg and giving it back to him.

"Aw, com'on," he laughed, leaning closer to me. "You know I like you right?"

You looked at him full in the face, unimpressed. Zach, his name was. He was on the football team or something. You hadn't really followed. All you had picked up was that he was some kind of mega jock, lots of girls fancied him and Casey had marked him as her territory, maybe by peeing all over him. He had broad shoulders, sandy blond hair and his eyes were too close together, making his head look strangely too wide for his face.

"You met me two days ago, man," you pointed out, and he just shrugged with a somewhat cocky look on his face, leaning back so you could squeeze past him to go order, but not bothering to get of the seat so it would be easy for you. You rolled your eyes as you went to go to the till.

Brian glanced around the kitchen as soon as he spotted you approaching. Shit. Where was Amber, or Andrew, or somebody else to take orders? He hated doing it with a passion, let alone for those stupid assholes at his school. He hadn't seen you before, at least he didn't think he had. You were hot, definitely, way too hot for him, but he didn't really care. Based on the people you were hanging around he doubted you'd get along. Yet another asshole in a group of assholes.

You came up to the till and he pretended not to see you, hoping you'd give up, or one of the others would come back, but he had no such luck. The people on your table were being loud, laughing in the background at some funny joke, no longer paying attention to you.

"Hey, man. Can you take my order?" you asked the guy in the kitchen with his back turned to you. He glanced over, finally noticing you, then reluctantly shuffled round to the till, tapping a number in. He looked bored, apathetic. You couldn't blame him, but you kinda liked the way his boredom made his eyelids heavy, an almost sarcastic expression on his face.

"Yeah?" he asked irritably.

"No 'welcome to Mickey's'?" you teased, making him scowl.

"Fuck off, man," he replied. There was a reason he didn't go on the till often.

You gave him the order, kinda skimming over any specifics that you'd been told. Fuck it, they could manage to take the pickles out of their burger, you swore they just liked to make it complicated. You got yourself a Big One, same as most the boys had ordered, mainly because you were absolutely starving.

Brian, as his nametag read, tapped in your order silently, collected your money and then turned and went back in the kitchen to get it ready. You leaned on the counter to wait, unwilling to return to the jerkoffs you'd come in with.

Andrew still hadn't come back, and Amber was still on her break, so Brian tossed a load of frozen meat patties on the grill. He kind of liked the sound they made, a sort of ringing clatter. He turned round again, shoveling some fries off the tray into boxes. Andrew had probably gone for a shit, that's why he wasn't back yet. He flipped the burgers and started to put together the buns.

He caught a glance of you stood there, leaning against the counter, watching the clock in the corner, and somehow (despite not being particularly in tune with other's emotions) he could see the exasperation on your face. You didn't seem happy. You seemed out of place. You looked pretty, with your chin in your hand.

One of the guys from your table came up behind you, Zach, the blonde quarterback, and he put his hands either side of your waist. Brian watched you squirm away from him. Brian decided quite quickly that he really hated Zach, so he summoned a globule of spit and let it drop into the burger bun. This wasn't the first time Brian had done that.

"Zach, don't touch me man," you told him sternly, clearly not interested in his advances. He ignored your comment.

"I came to help you carry the food over," he replied, and it really seemed as though he thought that meant you owed him something.

"Yeah, well it's not ready yet. Go sit back down," you retorted. Zach was unfazed. His hand attempted to grab at your waist again and you smacked it away. You caught Brian watching you through the kitchen and pulled an annoyed face. He looked down quickly, avoiding your eyes, but you swear you caught him smile.

"How am I supposed to get to know you better if you keep telling me to leave you alone?" Zach asked, like he'd really done something clever and charming. You sighed.

"Maybe I don't want to know you better, sit down please," you told him honestly. He grinned, misinterpreting your reply as a joke.

"Ah, I see. Playing hard to get," he chuckled. He raised his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll sit down if that's what you want."

Thankfully he returned to his seat, although Casey and her friend Leah were both giving you bitchy looks as though you had anything to do with his flirting.

Brian placed the food order in front of you and you began picking it up, reaching for the Big One he'd just placed down. He quickly reached his hand out, grabbing yours to stop you picking it up. You looked at him perplexed, wondering why an earth a random Mickey's employee was suddenly holding your hand.

"Not that one," he said, letting go of your hand quickly. He hadn't meant to do that. He suddenly felt quite hot.

"What?" you asked, completely confused. He looked over to the table to see if anyone was paying attention, but they all seemed distracted.

"I just hawked a loogie into it," he admitted, embarrassed.

"Why?" came your response, and it caught him off guard. He had expected disgust or annoyance, some kind of kick off or at least a grossed out look, but instead you just queried the thinking behind his actions.

"It's for Zach," he told you, hoping you wouldn't be offended. As much as he might be spiteful towards the popular group, you were still a pretty girl and he didn't really want you to have reason to dislike him.

To his surprise, you laughed, not loudly, but still a genuine, sweet laugh that kind of made his heart jump around. You took the other Big One and opened it, pulling out the pickles and putting them into a napkin. He watched, wondering what on earth you were doing. You took the burger over to the table, along with the rest of the food.

"Hey, Zach, I think this one's yours. I asked for mine without pickle," you lied, and Zach smiled, taking his food from you. You looked over your shoulder at Brian and winked, leaving him looking at you with an amazed grin, shaking his head and going back into the kitchen.

"Duuuude, that new girl is hot," said Andrew when Brian came back.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Brian replied, incredulous. He was still annoyed he'd been left alone, even if it had given him the opportunity to talk to you.

"I went for a shit, man. What? Am I not allowed to shit at work anymore?"

"You take so long, dude. Besides, she's with those guys. Neither of us have a chance," Brian mumbled, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

"Come on, man. If she came over here right now and said to you 'please, baby, oh my gawwd, bend me over the counter and fuck me' you wouldn't do it?," grinned Andrew, doing a stupid, high-pitched impression and pretending to clutch excessive fake breasts.

"She doesn't talk like that."

"What?"

"I'm just saying, I spoke to her before and she doesn't talk like that," Brian repeated, putting some more chips in the fryer.

"Jeez, what's the matter with you today?" Andrew asked.

"Nothing man, just don't leave me when Amber's not here, I had to do the till."

---

You were squished up on the seat next to Zach, which you didn't like, but it was worth it to see him bite into the saliva burger. It was hard to hide your grin in that moment, so you shoved food into your mouth instead. Casey and her friend had been laughing about something, but you weren't really paying attention.

"Hey," she asked you suddenly. You looked up at her. "How come you were talking to the till guy for so long?" she asked, with a sickly smile on her face. Leah stifled a giggle, hitting Casey on the arm as if she just could not believe she said that.

"Huh?" you responded, acting dumb. "He was just worried he got the order wrong," you lied, and she raised an eyebrow. You didn't think it really mattered what you responded, she clearly had a plan.

"I don't know, if you ask me, it looked like you were flirting with him," she smirked, and Leah burst out into peals of laughter.

"Ha, ha. Flirting!" She parroted. "We're you flirting with the greasy guy from Mickey's?"

You hoped Brian couldn't hear her from the kitchen, she was being quite loud and it made you cringe at the idea he would hear her nasty comments because of you.

"Sure, I was flirting with him. Did I not tell you why I moved to Colorado? I'm a raging nymphomaniac. They sent me here because I tried to fuck everyone," you replied dryly, completely nonplussed. Whatever Casey had been trying to do (embarrass you, probably. Make you seem desperate.) it had completely backfired. Zach immediately turned to you, trying to play it cool but you could see the eager look in his eyes.

"Really? Is that true?"

"No," you scoffed, taking your last mouthful of fries and washing it down with your drink. You stood up, grabbing your jacket from the seat. "You people are the worst, I'm gonna go pee."

You walked off, totally done with the group and deciding to never hang out with them again after you got home. You went to the toilet and after washing your hands you pulled out your phone, sending a text to your dad.

R U HOME?

You sighed, hoping they would leave soon so you could get a lift back. That was the agreement, so even if Casey wouldn't drive you, you were fairly sure meathead Zach could be convinced to drop you home. You dropped your phone back into your pocket and ran your fingers across your scalp, ready to go out and face them again.

As you stepped out into the diner immediately something was off. It was quiet. At the table they had all been sat at was just a pile of rubbish. It was almost eerie. It was late, really late, and they had vanished without a trace. You sort of hoped that they'd been abducted by aliens or something, at least, you wouldn't have to be the girl who got ditched at fucking Mickey's, and at most they might get cut open and experimented on.

You gathered up their rubbish, unsure of what else to do, and shoved it into a trash can, then sat down at the table again. You weren't quite sure what to do except wait to see if your dad texted back so you could ask him to pick you up. It was too late to walk back on your own, and your dad's house was on the outskirts of Cody, a small wooden home in the woods. You supposed it was kind of a blessing, they'd probably take the piss if they saw where you lived.

So you waited for a bit, and it was getting later and later and your dad still hadn't replied, so you rang him. He didn't pick up. You rang him again, and swore at your phone as he continued to not answer his. You rang him three more times, no response, and you could see Brian and the other guy in the kitchen were watching you, which made it worse.

"You're a fucking asshole, dad," you muttered under your breath, phone held to your ear as it rang once more. A few lone customers came and went, and it made you self conscious.

Meanwhile, Brain still had his eye on you. He felt bad, obviously. The popular assholes had ditched you, and if he was fully honest with himself, he actually thought you were pretty cool. Him and Andrew had been discussing what to do. This involved Brian watching you and feeling bad whilst Andrew invented a plan in which he offered you a lift home and then somehow fucked you (the part where he actually convinced you to have sex with him was far less concrete than the rest). Brian had prompted him to enact his plan several times, but so far Andrew had not had the balls to approach you.

Then Amber was back, apologetic for taking so long of course. They filled her in on the situation and she kept prodding Brian in the side to try and get him to go over and ask if you were okay. Brian had acted like he didn't care, but in reality he also did not have the balls to approach you.

He wished he hadn't mentioned it to Amber. He felt weird listening to you cuss out your dad when he wouldn't pick up the phone. Every misconception he had when you walked in had been shattered, and now he knew he wouldn't be able to talk to you. You were miles out of his league.

"Brian, I swear, go over right now," Amber told him again, jabbing him hard in the ribs. "Just offer her a ride home. She needs a ride."

"Okay, fine!" he relented, mainly just to stop Amber from poking him in the ribs again because it was really annoying and was starting to hurt.

"Dude, don't steal my plan!" Andrew protested, and Brian rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you go over there then," Brian suggested, moving aside and gesturing the door. Andrew hesitated.

"...I don't think I have enough gas in my car. What if she lives far away?"

"Fucksake, man," sighed Brian, and walked out into the diner to speak to you. He came up to you, wringing his hands awkwardly. How had he gotten so clammy? He didn't know it was possible to be so clammy.

"Dad, you're a fucking asshole," you cursed into your phone again, louder now in your frustration. "Stupid fucking alcoholic son of a bitch." You jumped slightly, spotting Brian had approached.

"Sorry," he apologised immediately, feeling very uncool in his lack of confidence.

"No, it's fine. I can go. I guess you're closing soon, huh?" you replied, dejected at the situation. He shook his head.

"I was actually going to ask if... uh, like, if you wanted a ride home or something?"

You glanced up at him, surprised by the offer.

"Really?" you clarified. He shrugged.

"Yeah, I finish in ten minutes if you don't mind waiting," he suggested. His cheeks were a bit flushed and he hoped you didn't notice. He wasn't used to being this flustered, it made him feel quite vulnerable in front of you. He felt the urge to protect himself.

"Thank you so much."

"Whatever," he mumbled, turning round and immediately walking away. You frowned, but decided not to question it. You were grateful for the ride, it really saved you from having to walk across Cody to get home. You put your phone back in your pocket, moving to sit down at a table closer to the counter. The guy who had been in the kitchen with Brian was staring at you, oblivious to the fact you could see him. You watched Brian elbow him, muttering something, and then they both turned their backs.

A girl came out to the front till, pretty, with dark hair in a low ponytail and a yellow Mickey's visor. She smiled at you kindly.

"Hey, is Brian going to give you a ride home?" she asked you, leaning herself over the counter.

"Um, yeah," you responded, somewhat uncomfortable with the fact everyone was aware you had gotten ditched by the populars.

"Cool." She paused. "He's a nice guy, you know."

"I don't really know him," you reason, fairly enough. She shrugged.

"I'm Amber, by the way," she told you, flicking her name tag. You told her your name back. "How come you moved to Cody?" she asked.

"My parents got eaten by tigers," you joked, deadpan. Amber laughed.

"For real?" she chuckled, disbelieving.

"Nah," you shook your head, not offering her a proper answer. She seemed to forget about the question, which you were thankful for.

"Oh, well if you need anyone to hang out with you can hang out with me, you know, for like, school and stuff," she offered kindly, and you gave her a genuine smile.

"That's really nice, thanks Amber."

"Hey, I'm done now," Brian announced, coming round to the till. "My cars round the back," he mumbled, and you stood up quickly, saying goodbye to Amber and following him out the back exit by the bins somewhat awkwardly. He didn't really speak until you were in the passenger seat of his car, when he asked where you lived and you told him the directions to your dad's place.

"You live out there?" he asked. You brushed him off with a simple nod, and he backed out of the parking lot. Stifled by the silence in the car, you opened his glove box, rifling through the CDs, determined to make some kind of conversation by any means necessary (even if that was by being obnoxiously at-ease).

"What CDs have you got?" you queried, looking through the stack inn your hand.

"Hey, get off of those," he told you, annoyed, but still trying to focus on driving. You looked through, only recognising some. He had some Slipknot, Limp Bizkit, Beastie Boys and Korn.

"I like this album," you pressed on despite his protest, taking out the CD of L.D. 50 by Mudvayne and putting it in the CD Player. Brian continued to look annoyed, but you noticed the slight smile on his face as you turned the radio up slightly when Dig started to play.

"...I didn't think you'd like this kind of stuff," he pointed out after a minute, tapping his fingers on the wheel.

"What was that?" you clarified, doing a bad job of hiding your smug grin.

"I said..." he began, trailing off when he noticed your expression. "Oh you asshole," he laughed, realising you were just trying to get him to admit he'd misjudged you. His hands were so goddamn sweaty, he'd been gripping the wheel so hard he hadn't even noticed, too caught up in his nerves about being in the car with you. He relaxed slightly, hoping you wouldn't touch him at any point, although he didn't know why you would, in case you noticed how hot he'd gotten.

"What did you think I'd listen to?" you questioned, partly joking but also pretty curious.

"I don't know, like, Snow Patrol or some shit."

"That's so fucking rude," you gasped, and Brian chuckled self-consciously.

"I'm sorry, you came in with the worst people in school, what was I supposed to think?" he apologised, still smiling at your reaction. He wasn't normally this comfortable with someone he'd just met. He still felt slightly nervous, in case he made himself look like an idiot in front of you, but mostly he was surprised he liked you this much.

You picked at the edge of the threadbare seat in his car, looking out the window at the streets of Cody. You wondered if you'd start to feel in place soon, but doubted it. The last two weeks had turned your life over on its head.

Brian glanced at you, your head turned away from him as you stared out over the buildings at the trees and mountains in the distance. He could sense you were lost in thought, something sad in the way you focused on everything that passed by on the other side of the glass.

"How come you moved here, then?" he probed, taking the next left towards the outskirts of town.

"I'm on the run from the FDA," you joked, but he could hear the tension in your voice.

"Stop avoiding the question, you did it to Amber before, I heard you," he called you out, and your cheeks flushed hot. He seemed to change his mind on forcing an answer out of you. "You know what, it's your business. Whatever."

You hesitated. You were going to let it lie, but now the awkwardness in the car had returned and you knew you wouldn't make any friends by clamming up. Keeping things to yourself was a bad habit that you had never even tried to not do, but you considered the possibility that maybe by opening up you might actually make a proper friend. Besides, you could tell Brian wasn't the type to give without receiving anything back.

"...Uh... My mom died," you admitted finally, cringing at how blunt you had put it. He looked at you in surprise. "That's why I moved here, to live with my dad, you know?"

"Oh... Shit," he replied simply. "I'm sorry, I guess." You smiled at his awkward response.

"It's okay," you reassured him. "She was ill for ages, it was kind of a relief to be honest. I miss her a lot, but I can't be fucking bothered to go on about it. People die, shit happens, and there's so much shit in the world I'd rather not let my shit mix with everyone else's." You chuckled slightly. "That shit is my mom, you know? Let me fucking have it."

You were conscious you had made him feel awkward, but to your surprise he just grinned.

"Poetic."

You sat back in your seat and smiled. The car was going along the road through the forest now. It was quite nice, you though, the pine trees and the road that ran through them. Maybe living in Cody wouldn't be as bad as you thought. You spotted the light in your dad's driveway.

Brian turned in, and you took off your seatbelt, turning your head to him. You didn't really care that he could see your dad's cabin, you didn't care that he could see the beat up truck in the driveway. He didn't seem to care, and that assuaged any feelings of shame about your living arrangement. He didn't seem pitiful either, and that really warmed your heart. You really didn't want anyone feeling sorry for you.

"Thanks, Brian," you told him, genuinely, opening the door to get out of his car. He smiled slightly, and this time you did notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

"Uh, yeah. No problem. I'll see you round, I guess."

"I hope so."

He watched you go into your house, lingering for slightly longer than he should. He felt oddly elated, almost proud that he'd managed to talk to you for so long. He didn't want to be all soppy about it, but he thought about you the whole way home, about the things you said and even more about the things you didn't. He wondered what there was to find out about you. He wanted to know it all.

When he got home and changed out of his uniform he lay back on his bed, feeling a lot more confident about himself. He texted Amber, wanting to know when he'd get to see you again.

IS SHE GONNA HANG W US?

Amber's text reply came through a minute later.

you pull your car into the parking lot of mickey’s, watching as him and another coworker lock up for the night. brian has gotten used to working the shitty closing shifts from being in college, but nights like these really made him wish he’d quit this stupid job. it’s been non-stop asshole after asshole, according to brian as he hopped into the passenger seat of your car. He’d already had his mickey’s uniform shoved into his backpack, wearing his usual black tee, jeans and zip-up hoodie, one you’ve stolen on many occasions.

“i’m just so done, with all of that.” he grumbled as he gestured his middle finger towards the building as you drove by. you chuckled as you kept driving down the crowded street. He tossed his backpack into the backseat of your car. You quietly drove away from town as brian’s hand trailed up your thigh, carefully touching your pink plaid skirt. You knew it drove him crazy, especially when you paired it with your tight-fitting white crop top, perfectly displaying your tits.

“did you want to grab a drink or something? my treat.” you questioned, looking over at him. brian grew a smirk, gripping your thigh once more.

“i was thinking, maybe we do something else?” you knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to let him have it so easy.

“what else did you have in mind, bry?” his tense shoulder shift down as he heard the nickname you always called him, he’s a sucker for it and any pet name you give him. it makes him love you even more.

“drive to our usual spot.” he said without another word, and you followed his orders. you and brian had a specific spot down by a nearby lake you’d usually park at, in the warmer months you go swimming and hang out under a tree, and in the colder months you gather in the backseat of whoever’s car you take.

as soon as you get to lake, you put the car in park and turn over to him. he immediately pulls you in for a heated kiss. you moaned out of shock, placing your hand on his knee. “turn off the car and get in the back.” he breathed out, you nodded and followed his orders, quickly climbing into the backseat. he chuckled as he got out of the car and opened the back door. he tossed his bag up to the front seat, to make more room.

“you come pick me up and tease me like this? in the skirt you know i love, and your tits, holy fuck.” he was overwhelmed with lust, as well as love, but in this moment, it’s all lust. he grabbed your boobs roughly, lowering your top and twisting your taut nipples around. you whined into his ear, muffling them to stay quiet. “i want to hear you, babe. every noise you make.”

“perv.” you snickered, running your hands around his waist. you pulled yourself closer towards him, climbing into his lap. as if it was a normal position, his hands swiftly wrap around your waist. you ran your fingers through his dark hair, tugging slightly as his face went to your neck. he nipped at your skin, he loves to leave bites all across your body, but his favourite was your neck. so soft, so pretty with the marks against it.

“please bry, i need you.” you whined again, without missing a beat, he lifted your skirt up and slid your panties to the side. you rubbed yourself onto his groin, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against the rough denim of his jeans was breathtaking. you continued rutting your hips against him, moaning out into his shoulder. he grabbed your hips roughly and helped you move.

brian couldn’t take the teasing anymore, he needed to be inside you. he lifted his hips as you lifted your body as well, making it easier to slip his pants down to his knees. you watched as he pumped himself a few times before placing his hand up to your mouth. “spit.” he demanded. you looked into his eyes and spit in his hand.

“god, fuck you’re so hot.” he said as he watched the spit trail from your lips, he gripped his cock and pumped it, letting you back onto his lap. with his other hand, he gently toyed with your clit. “you’re so wet, i wanna fuck you right now.” he groaned as he made sure your thong was pushed to the side. he guided his tip against your hole, you sank onto him like it was second nature. he gave you time to adjust to his size, then you slowly started bouncing. brian was a grunting, moaning mess underneath you. he gripped your hips as his met yours, slamming into you at a quick pace. he gathers your skirt up in his hand, then lays a couple harsh spanks on your ass.

you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. his thrusts bounced the car, thankfully, no one ever comes to this lake. especially in the colder months.

you muffled as many moans and cries as you could into his neck, you didn’t like being super loud during sex, and brian knows exactly how to make you feel good. so, needless to say, you need to keep it toned down. plus, you were always shy when it came to sex. you were pulled from your thoughts when brian pulled on your hair, lifting your head.

“i want to hear you.” he demanded. he started leaving bites and hickies across your neck and collarbones, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. your cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but your moans made him go faster. he says another harsh slap on your ass before gripping it roughly. “fuck, you have a nice ass.”

he kept spanking you, making you cry out for longer. you felt the burning in your stomach start to get closer, grabbing brian’s shoulders so hard, little crescents from your nails left imprints. “bry, please i-i think i’m gonna cum.”

“do it, babe. cum on my cock.”

his words immediately triggered your orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock as you rode out your high. his thrusts kept going until they became sloppier, cumming inside you. you felt the warm ropes cost your insides, making you shudder.

you pulled yourself off his cock, the feeling of his cum spilling out of your cunt making your eyes roll back. you say yourself on his lap as he grabbed the clean hand towel you keep in the car for this moment. he cleaned both of you up, then you flipped over to the other seat in the back. you caught your breath before scooting over to brian, cuddling into him instantly.

he smiled and wrapped an arm around you, placing a kiss on your head. “we should probably head back to your place. i want to go to bed.” he whispered against your ear, laying his head on your shoulder. you nodded, both of you started getting dressed and cleaning up the backseat. you both get into the front of the car and made your way to your place, brian yawning in the passenger seat. you soon made it to your place, the night ended in a bunch of cuddles and kisses.

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this came out different than i meant it to,, but i don’t hate it ,, i hope u liked it anon :3

You frown, nose scrunching as you look back at Jessie, “Why would I do that?”

“Because it would be funny duh” she responds with a giggle, shoving her unfinished drink to the side. 

Maddy nudges your side,"I bet if you showed him a little bit of cleavage he'd cream his pants–" 

"Guys I don't know–" 

Kirsten rolls her eyes, "Come on, don't be such a fucking stick in the mud its just a little bit of harmless fun." 

You bite your cheek, fidgeting with the end of your skirt as you glance again at the boy behind the counter. He’s not bad looking in your opinion—but he’s not exactly the type of guy you’d usually go for. 

Still you can’t help but appreciate his looks a bit—he’s tall and lanky, nearly 6 feet tall if the height difference between him and his coworker is anything to go by. His black hair comes down to his shoulders and you get the feeling that he doesn’t really do much to take care of it—-and you hate that he pulls the look off so easily. 

Usually he’d be wearing all black so it’s a little jarring to see him in the bright yellow Mickey’s uniform—but he’s still got a long sleeved black shirt under it and his usual black leather bracelets buckled around his wrists. His pants are baggy around his waist, barely kept up by his fraying belt and you can just barely see the long chain hanging against one leg. 

If you’re completely honest he’s actually more your type than the guys you usually went out with—-you don’t admit that to your friends of course. 

“Come on (Y/N) you’d be doing him a favor— he isn’t exactly a chick magnet” Maddy chirps, brushing your hair behind your ear a bit. 

Jessie leans over the table, “Come on don’t be a prude—”  

You pout, “I’m not being a prude—”

“Sure had us fooled—” Kirsten teases, giving you a pointed look, “We’re not even asking you to go fuck the guy.”

The girls look at you expectantly and you instantly feel powerless, biting your cheek and averting your gaze as you shift to the edge of the booth, “Sorry I was being stupid—you guys are totally right it’s not even a big deal.” you force a giggle, smiling as you get up from the table.

Jessie smacks your ass and winks as you pass, “Remember to show a little cleavage—”

You weren’t a mean girl—-or at least you liked to think so—but you hang out with mean girls. In fact, that's what the majority of your friend group consists of—mean, bitchy, popular girls who found joy in putting others down and the asshole jocks they liked to screw around with.

And you blindly follow them—-at this point it’s hard to even make excuses for yourself. It was social suicide to stand up to them and as much as you hated the way they treated people, you also weren’t willing to give up the social status you had gained from them—who were you to complain when they had basically taken you under their wing when you moved to town in your freshmen year.

Really you were no better than them—so maybe you were a mean girl.

You were certainly on track to making that a proven fact as you made your way towards the counter to do as your friends had instructed. It's just a little bit of harmless fun––just flirt and embarrass him a little and be done with it.

The boy, whose name you still couldn't remember, had his back turned so he didn't notice you at first. His coworker—possibly another classmate—glances at you, brows furrowed for a moment before he gestures for the black-haired boy to look in your direction. He turns to you grumbling something about how much he hated his job, and for a moment you consider turning back. 

He stares dumbly at you, brows furrowing as he speaks in a very flat and bored tone, “Welcome to Mickey’s I’m Brian how can I help you.” 

Brian––you do vaguely remember hearing that name being tossed around—it seems so very fitting for him, though you can’t say you could possibly imagine another name for him.

You glance back at your friends—Maddy gives you a thumbs up, Jessie winks at you making a gesture like she’s encouraging you to show off your tits a bit more—Kirsten holds your gaze for a few seconds like she’s daring you to turn back. 

Fuck it—it was just a little harmless fun–-so what if that made you a mean girl. 

You turn to look at Brian again, giving him your best smile, honey-sweet and flirty as you lean forward, palms flat against the counter, chest on full display for Brian (and his coworker) to see. He seems almost completely unfazed, glancing at you with a look somewhere between boredom and annoyance.

He hardly even looks down at your chest, green eyes flitting down for the briefest of moments. Most men spent a good majority of their interactions with you just staring at your chest—especially after you hit puberty—god you still remember the exact moment boys started to look at you differently. So having a boy suddenly ignore you like this was—odd to say the very least. 

His eyes are a little slower in the way they drag back up from your chest to meet your eyes once more, still bored as ever as you lean in a little more, biting your lower lip in the way that always seemed to drive guys mad, “We go to school together don’t we?” 

He stares at you for what feels like ages and then shrugs, offering you nothing more than a grunt. You take it in stride, though it does throw you off a bit the way he doesn’t seem at all affected by your advances. Men were usually so simple, so easy to crack, a few flirty glances and they all fell to their knees in an instant.  Brian at his core is like any other man, just show him a little skin and he’ll crumble like all the rest. 

You giggle despite him having not said a word—it only seems to annoy him more as he rolls his eyes at you and sighs heavily, "Can I help you?"

You bob your head to the side, and smile thoughtfully, “Maybe—ya know I’m surprised I haven’t noticed you before, you’re kinda cute.” 

"Listen I’m gonna stop you right there, I know your type and im not interested" 

You blink at him, laughing awkwardly, "I don't know what you mean by that Brian."

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and huffing, "You think that just because you're a pretty girl that you can do whatever you want and get away with it—"

You stammer, face going red as you try to deny his accusation, but he talks over you.

"Let me guess, your friends dared you to come over here and put on a little show for me—see if I'd embarrass myself for your entertainment? You must be really fucking full of yourself if you think I wouldn't see right through your little nice girl act—"

"I—I wasn't—that's not why—"

He doesn't seem at all interested in hearing your excuses and honestly you don't even know what to say. 

"Listen Princess, I'm sure you're used to every other loser you fuck with giving you what you want and you probably think you're doing them some kind of favor but I'm not fucking interested, so either order or get fucking lost." 

You bite down on your bottom lip, swallowing a whimper as you blink back tears and Brian stares at you with disdain, the hint of a smirk on his lips as his coworker snickers behind him. You glance back at your friends and they’re all laughing at you—Kirsten in particular looks especially pleased by this turn of events as she points and giggles.

It shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does that their cruelty has been turned towards you—that’s just how they are sometimes. They only wanted someone to laugh at so they could feel like they were above it all—it didn’t matter that it was you they were throwing under the bus—you just needed to learn to take a fucking joke.

You don’t even fault them for it anymore and come tomorrow this would be a thing of the past and you would go back to following them blindly. But for now you have to focus on not crying in front of them all—especially Brian. 

“So what’s it gonna be Princess? Are you gonna order something or do you want me to keep embarrassing you in front of your friends?” He sneers, crossing his arms as you finally look at him,  “Or are you one of those girls that get off on being humiliated?” 

No—absolutely fucking not—you weren’t enjoying this—

He bobs his head to one side and lets his eyes drag over your body—it’s different from the way boys usually look at you—and it definitely should not make you feel hot between your thighs. His eyes drag back up to meet yours and you shiver, biting down a quiet choked gasp.

After a minute of struggling to think of a response all you can manage is a weak, “Fuck you—”

He chuckles darkly, tongue jutting out to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “You want fries with that?”

Your bottom lip trembles and you bite your cheek to keep from crying as you curl your fists at your side and turn on your heels, refusing to look Brian in the eyes as you rush back to your table. Your friends are still laughing, barely trying to muffle their excitement at your humiliation as you grab your bag off of the seat next to Maddy.

“(Y/N) babes, where are you going?” Maddy chirps, just barely hiding her giggle behind her hand. 

“I’m going home—”

Kirsten rolls her eyes, tapping her long nails on the table and sneering at you, “Oh don’t be so dramatic hun it’s not that big of a deal.” 

You shake your head, swallowing the urge to start crying as you try to maintain your dignity, “No it’s not this I just remembered I still haven’t finished that paper for History and I want to make sure I have it done before that party this weekend.” 

Jessie huffs on the other side of Kirsten, “Oh shit would you do mine? I totally suck at that History crap–”

“Yeah sure—just tell me what your topic was and I’ll get it done before Friday” 

“Awesome! Thanks babes you’re a total lifesaver!” Jessie giggles, “No hard feelings about tonight right?” 

Kirsten gives you a look, brow raised as you look down at your feet sheepishly and laugh nervously, “Yea–yea no hard feelings, it's not even a big deal or anything—I’ll see you tomorrow okay.” 

You don’t even let them finish their goodbyes before you turn tail and head for the exit, heels clicking loudly as you rush to your car. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you close your car door behind you and settle into the front seat. You don’t even know what’s more distressing— the humiliation— or the fact that you actually kind of liked Brian humiliating you. 

You blink away the tears starting to spill down your cheeks and stare through the windshield until you see Brian watching you from inside the restaurant with a smug little smile, green eyes staring right through you like he knew exactly how he was making you feel.

You had never in your life broken so many traffic laws to get home as fast as possible—ignoring the questioning look your father gave you from the living room when you slammed the front door shut behind you. 

You wish you could say that night was the one and only time you went to bed after making yourself cum on your fingers thinking about Brian and the way he had humiliated you. But you couldn’t get him out of your head—it was like your interaction at Mickey’s had turned a dial in your brain and now you notice him everywhere. 

He was driving you fucking nuts and it wasn’t like you could talk to anyone about it—your friends would have a field day if they found out you had the hots for Brian of all people. So you kept it to yourself, hoping the feelings would just go away—-God, you hadn’t felt like this since you first hit puberty. 

It didn’t help that he seemed to know exactly how he was affecting you, always giving you the same smirk whenever he caught you staring at him in the halls at school or while he was smoking by his car. 

Brian isn’t a guy you should get involved with—he was the kind of guy who fucked you like he hated you—-and he had made it abundantly clear that he hated you. Plus it was social suicide to be seen with a guy like him.

Maybe there was something wrong with you because you couldn’t seem to help yourself—you start seeking him out—-you try to convince yourself that it’s just to prove a point—it’s complete bullshit—you wanted him to humiliate you again.

The bell at the front door of Mickey’s jingles and your heels click on the tiled floor as you step into the restaurant. You glance around, pleased to find that there aren’t many people around—at least not anyone you went to school with. 

Brian was once again turned away from you, leaning back against the counter and chatting with the same coworker from last time—his name still escapes you and as horrible as that makes you feel, you can’t really bring yourself to care too much as you stand on the other side of the counter waiting patiently for them to notice you. 

His coworker glances at you clearly both confused and amused that you had returned—you don’t miss the way his eyes drag down your body before he speaks, “Brian you’ve got a customer.” 

Brian groans, stretching his arms out above his head before he turns to face you, he raises a brow at you when he recognizes you, “Look who decided to come back,” he looks past you as if searching the rows of booths and tables for your usual friend group.

You offer him your sweetest smile,” I came alone,” you laugh nervously, “No dare this time I promise”

Somehow it’s almost more humiliating knowing your friends aren’t there with you—-at least then you had the excuse of stupid dare to fall back on—

“Why did you come back then?” He smirks, tilting his head down at you. 

Good fucking question.

You bow your head sheepishly, “I came to apologize—”

“Bullshit” 

You flinch, looking up at him with furrowed brows and flushed cheeks, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me Princess.” He hums, eyes slowly dragging down your body, “I think you came back because you liked being humiliated—”

You stammer,“That’s not why—”

He leans against the counter and still towers over you, “You and I both know that’s bullshit.” 

All you can do is stare at him, blinking stupidly and struggling to speak.

He chuckles, pleased by your dumbstruck look, “I’ve got a break in 15 minutes if you wanna show me why you really came here.” 

“I came to apologize that’s all” you sound far less sure of yourself than you want to as you shake your head and anxiously watch him. 

He raises a brow, tongue swiping out for a split second to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “Come one don’t act all innocent now, I know you came here to get humiliated again—” 

You shake your head again, making yourself a bit dizzy, “That’s not—” 

He leans a little further forward his voice lowering, “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?” 

Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner. 

The whimper escapes your lips before you can even swallow it and you freeze instantly, hands trembling at your side as you fight to look away from Brian. He looks shocked for a split second, brows raised and cheeks slightly flushed before his lips curve up into a smug little grin. 

He chuckles darkly, “Well isn’t that cute—”

You can’t even bring yourself to speak—anything you say would probably only humiliate you further. You bite your lower lip and suck in a stuttered breath before turning on your heels, Brian’s laughter echoing behind you as you helplessly rush to your car—once again feeling far too hot between your thighs. 

You figured after your second time being humiliated by Brian that your thirst would be quenched and you could move on with your life—go back to screwing around with mediocre men and letting your friends walk all over you.  But your fixation only seemed to worsen the more you tried to deny it. 

Maddy’s boyfriend Hunter was hosting a big party tonight—that was your opportunity to forget all about Brian—or at least make a damned good attempt at forgetting. 

Except you weren’t exactly fond of the distractions being offered to you tonight. Maddy had been trying to set you up with her boyfriend’s best friend Max for nearly 2 months and you were beyond uninterested at this point. 

So you were adamantly avoiding him—slipping into the crowd of drunk teens and hiding whenever you saw him. You almost felt a little bad—Max wasn’t a bad guy—-though you honestly hadn’t made much of an effort to get to know him so you really couldn’t say that for sure. He was a jock who spent most of his time trying to bore you to death with football stats or trying not so slyly to get into your pants. 

Avoiding Max was made a little less annoying since he was easy to spot when he was twice your size and stood only an inch or two shorter than Brian. Still it was getting a bit tedious having to duck your head every time you saw him enter a room. You wanted to be able to enjoy the party—you’d dressed up in your cutest little slip dress that barely covered your ass—and you were barely getting to show it off because you were too fucking anxious to tell Maddy that you didn’t want to fuck Max.

You poke your head into the kitchen, sighing in relief when you don’t see Max in there waiting for you. You slip past a couple making out by the counter, swiping a red solo cup and pouring the first bottle you can reach into it—as long as it gets you tipsy you honestly don’t care how it tastes at this point.

At least you didn’t have to avoid Brian—he rarely came to these parties—you doubted he was even ever invited on the occasions that he did make an appearance. A part of you foolishly hoped that you would see him—-you weren’t doing a very good job of trying to forget him. 

You sip absently at your mystery drink, eyes darting over the crowd until you spot Jessie and Maddy making their way towards you, smiling and giggling drunkenly.  You do your best to look pleased to see them, raising your cup in silent greeting as they come stumbling into the kitchen.

“(Y/N)! Oh my god you bitch we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jessie chirped, words slurring a bit towards the end.

Maddy giggles, leaning heavily against Jessie’s side, “Max has been looking for you too,”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, taking another sip of your drink as your eyes dart again over the crowd to make sure Max isn’t coming your way.

Maddy’s nose wrinkles at you and she scoffs, “Ya know you’re being a real bitch avoiding him all the time—” 

“I’m not being a bitch—”

“Yes you are—I don’t even know why I tried setting you guys up, you can’t even appreciate what I did for you”  

You sigh, tension already pulsing in your forehead, “I’m sorry. I just don’t really feel like myself right now—I promise I’m not avoiding him.” 

She squints at you, glancing at Jessie silently communicating with her before looking back at you again, “ Is this about that stupid thing at Mickeys?”

“What—” you sputter, nearly spitting out your drink, “No–it’s not—it’s not about that—I’m just stressed about school I guess I don’t know.” 

Jessie giggles, she's probably the happiest drunk you’ve ever met, “You just need some dick–” she hiccups and tugs on Maddy’s arm, “I wanna go dance”

You give a strained smile, laughing awkwardly, “Maybe you’re right.” 

Maddy seems to have lost interest in scolding you, excited at the offer to dance, “Ooo! Good Idea—(Y/N) stop avoiding Max” 

“Will do—” 

She doesn’t even wait for your answer before she’s dragging Jessie back into the crowd, both of them swaying precariously. Just as you think that you’ve still got a minute to relax before you have to hide again, you spot Max standing near Jessie and Maddy, the two girls instantly pointing in your direction— God this was shaping up to be the worst game of Hide and Seek that you’d ever played. 

You duck your head as quick as you can, darting out of the room and into the hall to find a new place to hide. 

You glance behind you for a second before slipping into a dimly lit room. The door shuts behind you and you lock it with a click, resting your head against the frame with a sigh of relief–-peace at last.

A cough echoes behind you and you nearly drop your cup as you turn to look at whoever you had locked in the room with you. You see a cloud of smoke first, and then as it gets blown out the window you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Don't look so disappointed to see me Princess, you'll hurt my feelings" 

You really had the worst luck.

You blinked stupidly at Brian as he sits in front of the window, a nearly finished cigarette perched between his fingers. 

"What are you doing here?"

He snorts, tapping his finger against the cigarette and watching as the ashes fall, "I could ask you the same thing— aren't girls like you supposed to be the life of the party"

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, "I'm just taking a break"

He nods but doesn't seem at all convinced based on the little smirk he's got, "Your friends ditch you?" 

"No, they just–"

"Ya know I can be pretty good company when I want to be" he hums thoughtfully, putting the cigarette out against the window frame before tossing it carelessly out the window. He stands and even though you've got plenty of space between the two of you, you suddenly feel cornered. 

He takes a step towards you, tilting his head and smirking as his green eyes wander over your body, “I was sorta disappointed that you left so quickly last time we talked—but that little noise you made before you left made it worth it.” 

You whimper, biting your tongue and pressing your back against the door frame as he takes a few more steps closer to you,chuckling, “Who knew you were such a little freak—”

Brian crowds you against the door, one hand resting palm flat next to your head while the other reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, “What’s it gonna be princess—you gonna stop acting all innocent and let me fuck you—-or do you wanna go back out there and join your pathetic excuse for friends?” 

You scoff, doing your best to look as annoyed as possible despite the heat already pooling in your stomach, “Why would I–-Why would I fuck you?”

“Because you know I’ll fuck you in the way you need to be fucked,” he pauses, relishing in the way your breath stutters, “You want to be ruined don’t you princess—” 

“No I don’t—that’s disgusting—” 

At this point you aren’t even doing a good job of convincing yourself and Brian, like the asshole he is, looks all too smug about it. He drags one hand slowly down your arms until you can feel his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress. He hums in appreciation when he brushes over your panties, damp fabric telling him everything he needed to know. 

He leans in a little until you can feel his breath hot against your ear, “Then why are you so wet princess?” 

You whimper and he chuckles, pressing his thumb over your clit for a second before pulling his hand out from under your skirt. He tilts his head at you and rests his hand on your hip, stroking slow circles over the fabric of your dress, “You have a choice to make.” 

You should leave. You should slip out of his arms and go back out to the party. You’d probably have to deal with Max but maybe that was worth it. Or maybe Brian was right—and you hated him for that. More than anything you hated that you still wanted him. 

He’s giving you a way out—-a way to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine—-a way to maintain what's left of your dignity. And Brian is all too calm about the situation, shifting his leg between your thighs and smiling down at you like he isn’t giving you an impossible choice—-he doesn’t even seem worried that you’ll turn him down. 

Fuck him—fuck this party—fuck your friends—-fuck Max—-

Fuck it—

You don’t say a word, your hand curling into the front of his hoodie as you drag him down, crashing your lips into his before he can stop you. He seems genuinely surprised at first, eyes wide and cheeks flushed—and you almost think that you might have some power over him.

He lets you take control for all of 5 seconds before he presses you a little harder into the door, fingers digging into your hip as he kisses you with a bruising force. 

His lips are softer than you had expected—not that you would ever admit to ever imagining what they might feel like. And he tastes of cigarette smoke, shitty beer, and Mickey’s curly fries—it should disgust you—-more than anything it just makes you disgusted in yourself—and you love it.

You aren’t inexperienced by any means—and yet kissing Brian makes you feel like it's your first time all over again—-he’s rough and all consuming, dragging you impossibly close and leaving you dizzy. 

He moves his hand off of the door behind you, quickly cradling the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair. He tugs lightly at first, smirking into the kiss when you gasp and then tugs again a little harder until your mouth falls open in a pathetic little whine. 

“Needy little thing–,”he coos at you, kissing your jaw, “You just need someone to put you in your place don’t you princess?” 

He nips at the underside of your jaw, pressing the rough fabric of his pants against your clothed cunt until you respond with a whimper. You can feel him grin as he presses another kiss to your jaw, “You make such pretty little noises.” he praises, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so worked up—you’ve been imagining this haven’t you?” 

You try to shake your head, and he chuckles, “You don’t have to lie princess, we both know you’re just a pretty little whore who likes to get humiliated—otherwise you would have left already.” 

You really shouldn’t let him call you a whore—and you absolutely shouldn’t feel so turned on by it. 

“I’m not—” 

“Not what?” He raises a brow at you, “Not a whore?” You shake your head and he narrows his eyes at you, tugging your hair again until you let out a choked whine. 

“No—i’m not a whore—”

He tilts his head, “Then leave, because I’m not here to treat you nicely,” his fingers grip your hip harder, dragging you forward until his knee is once again pressed firmly against your cunt, “If you stay here I’ll show you exactly how much of a needy little whore you really are.” 

It’s not even a threat at this point, it's a promise. You don’t move an inch, still firmly pressed against the door despite him having loosened his hold on you slightly. He’s giving you another opportunity to leave and instead of taking it like you know you should—you roll your hips against his leg with a whine. 

Brian hums, “See that wasn’t so hard,” he pauses, tugging your hair and forcing you to tilt your head to look at him—His dark hair hangs over his face, just barely hiding the way his green eyes darken as he stares back at you, “You gonna let me ruin you?” 

It’s pathetic how quickly you submit to him with a quiet whimper, “Please—” 

He grins wolfishly, pushing you back against the door and grinding his knee between your thighs one more time before moving his hand from your hip back under your dress. He laughs when you let out an airy whine, cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers brush over your dampened panties, “Fuck—you’re soaked—you really need it bad don’t you baby—that why you were being so bratty before?” 

Your bottom lip trembles and you look away sheepishly as he drags his thumb over your clit with a low hum of approval against your collarbone. You bite your tongue, swallowing a moan as you arch into his hand, clinging to his hoodie with trembling hands. 

“You get this wet for all the jocks you spread your legs for”

You want to tell him that you actually haven’t even fucked that many guys—and most of them weren’t even jocks—but he makes it clear he isn’t actually looking for an answer as he works he shoves your panties to the side and runs his fingers over your slick cunt making you inhale sharply before can say a single word.

“I bet they all treat you like a little cumdump don’t they?” he hums, thumb grazing your clit again, “Dumb little thing like you probably begs them to fill you up, right?” 

You whimper, “No–-No—I don’t—I make them use condoms—” 

“Oh yea? Maybe you aren’t as stupid as I thought—” He teased, fingers prodding at your entrance, “I’ll fix that though don’t you worry, I’ll remind you what a dumb little slut you are.” 

“I’m not—”

He clicks his tongue, and bites your shoulder, “Shut up—I don’t wanna hear shit from you unless you’re begging me to fuck you.” 

You fall silent in an instant, save for a choked whine as your cunt clenched around nothing. He drags the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders with his teeth and hums in approval when you move obediently to pull them off your arms, letting the top half of your dress bunch up around your waist. 

His eyes go wide for a second, pupils dilating as he stares at your exposed chest, “You really are a whore—-were you hoping to get some action tonight?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, letting go of your hair in favor of palming one of your breasts, a groan slipping past his lips when he pinches your nipple between his index finger and thumb. 

He drags his tongue down in a slick line between your breasts, chuckling lowly when you shiver, fingers trembling as you grasp his shoulders, “It’s real lucky I found you when I did,“ he groans as his other hand moving again between your thighs, middle finger slowly pressing into you as you let your head fall back against the door with an airy whine of his name. 

 “Holy shit—you’re fucking tight.” 

Your cunt tenses around his finger as he pulls back out and then pushes back in a little faster, this time slipping his middle and index finger in. It pulls the air right out of your lungs and you are reminded very suddenly that no other guy had ever actually finger fucked you—until now. 

Brian had been right about one thing—most guys you hooked up with were strict followers of the hit it and quit it rule and that usually meant they didn’t focus very hard on anything except getting their dicks inside of you. So foreplay wasn’t really something you were used to—unless of course it involved sucking a guy off. 

And now Brian—-of all the people in the world it had to be him—-was quite literally blowing your mind, curling his fingers in your cunt and dragging the most pathetic little noises out of you. 

Brian doesn’t even seem fazed, too busy latching onto your tits and fucking you on his fingers. It was like he didn’t even realize that he was shattering your world—or maybe he did notice and he just didn’t care.

“Jesus—look at you—” his voice is low, nearly a growl as he sucks a bruise onto your chest, “You like having my fingers inside you, don’t you princess?”

You nod, “Feels so—ah—fuck—good—”

A third finger slips into your tight heat and you choke on your words, hand flying up to cover your mouth as you toss your head back against the door. Brian hums, thumb circling your clit, “Shit—you act like you’ve never been fingered before—”

You bite your hand, looking away from him and that’s all the answer he needs as he stares up at you with a devilish smirk.

“Oh that’s just cute—“ he chuckles, jerking his wrist suddenly and driving his fingers a little deeper into your cunt, dragging a broken sob from your lips, “No wonder you’re such a needy little thing,” 

His pace quickens and with every curl of his fingers you could feel yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. You can barely think or speak or do anything except whine helplessly, trembling as you cling to his shoulders. Brian relishes in every little sound you make and every weak roll of your hips only seems to spur him on.

“You can’t cum til you beg for it princess,” he warns, pressing an openmouthed kiss to your jaw, “Even pretty little whores like you have to ask for permission.” 

He knows you're close—-so close you can practically taste it. You don’t even try to argue with him—You’re far too focused on the possibility of getting to cum that you can’t be bothered to fight him.

“Ple–please” 

“Aw I think you can do a little better than that princess.” he teases, the pad of his thumb circling your clit, making your cunt clench around his fingers. 

Distantly you consider telling him to fuck off—the words die on your tongue almost as quick as they came. He looks so smug, tilting his head to one side and smirking as you struggle to speak, words escaping you with every drag of his fingers.

“Please—-please Brian”

“I need it—please”

“Please—I’ll do anything—please—”

His hand stills between your thighs and you have to bite down a frustrated whimper as he grins at you, “Admit that you’re just another cockhungry whore and I’ll let you cum.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, “I’m—”

“Go on princess, say it—say ‘I’m a cockhungry whore’” he hums.

“I’m a—I’m a cockhungry—whore.” 

“Atta girl” He groans, wasting little time driving his fingers back into your cunt, dragging you right back to the edge—it happens in the blink of an eye and your entire body shakes with the force of your orgasm. 

Brian is relentless—he drags your orgasm out until you can barely stand, thighs trembling as you cling desperately to him, choked little whines falling from your lips. He fucks you through every minute of it—-making it nearly impossible for your completely come down from the high. 

You fall limp against him, whining pathetically when he keeps toying with your clit and you can hear him laughing through the haze that follows your climax and all you can do is blink stupidly at him. He brings one arm around your waist to keep you steady while the other remains between your thighs. 

He coos at you sweetly “What’s the matter princess? That too much for you.” 

You nod blearily, “sensitive—” 

“We aren’t done yet princess” he hums, dragging his fingers roughly over your clit one more time, chuckling when you let out an airy gasp, “You want my cock don’t you?” 

It’s pointless to deny his question—it wouldn’t sound believable even to you. 

You take a shaky breath, nodding sheepishly and peering up at him with wide eyes. He groans and pulls you closer, lips crashing roughly against yours. The kiss is short and sloppy, but it still takes the breath out of you like the first kiss had and he chuckles at the way you whine when he pulls away. 

He is gentle as he guides you to the bed on the other side of the room, he only teases you once about the way your legs shake as you walk before he helps you sit on the edge of the bed.  

You tilt your head up at him watching curiously as he pulls his hoodie off, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He smirks but doesn’t say a word as he unbuckles his belt, working his pants open enough that he can tug them down to his thighs, dragging his boxers with them. 

You stare, wide eyed and red cheeked at his cock—he’s big—bigger than any guy you’d ever been with. It’s both terrifying and thrilling. 

He raises a brow at you, “What are you waiting for princess, thought you said you were a cock hungry whore?” 

You pout, face burning a little hotter, “I only said that because you wouldn’t let me cum otherwise—”

“You’re a shitty liar, ya know that?” he hums, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock before you can pull away, “Look at that, look at those pretty hands on my cock.” 

You whimper at the feeling of his cock warm and heavy in your hands, the bright pink of your nails contrasting brightly off of his skin. 

Brian chuckles at your reaction, hand reaching up to brush stray hairs out of your face, "You were made for this princess— think about what all your little friends would say if they saw you like this—" he traces his thumb over your bottom lip and groans as he  bucks his hips forward pushing his cock against the palm of your hand, "What do you think they'd say, hm?"

"I–I–I don't know—"

"Oh but I think you know exactly what they'd say," he clicks his tongue, pressing his thumb down a little harder on your lower lip, forcing your lips to part, "They'll think you're a whore–"

"No–no they—"

He hisses, shaking his head as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you fall silent, save for a quiet whimper, as he reaches down with his other hand to guide your hand along his cock, "They already know you're a whore—they probably knew you'd spread your legs for me didn't they?"

You try to shake your head or pull your hand off his dick but he doesn't let you move an inch that  he doesn't want you to. Brian smiles, guiding your hand back and forth along the length of his cock. You stare at him and then down between the two of you. 

Instinctively you squeeze his cock, a sense of pride rises inside your chest when Brian groans. He presses his thumb back a little farther on your tongue, spit pooling in your mouth and licks his lips as he smirks at you. You squeeze his cock again and after a moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, grunting as he shoves you back against the mattress. 

“You still want my cock princess?”

You nod after a moment, fists curled into the sheets as you stare up at him. He's surprisingly gentle as he traces his hands over your thighs, hiking the skirt of your dress back up around your waist. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties and he taps your hip, beckoning you to lift your bottom half off of the mattress so he can drag the thin fabric down to your ankles. 

He shifts a little closer, cock brushing against your thigh and you roll your hips in anticipation. He raises a brow at you, slightly shocked by your movement but he doesn't move to stop you, instead he reaches down between the two of you with one hand to guide his cock against your  wet cunt, watching your reaction with a pleased groan when you whimper at him.

Brian presses into you slowly, stretching you with every inch of his cock. He groans, fingers digging into your hips as he bullies his cock deeper. It drags the air from your lungs and forces a string of breathless curses and whines to fall past your lips.

"Fu—fuck—oh fuck—you're so tight—" he hisses, biting his lower lip as he watches every inch of his cock disapear into the tight heat of your cunt. It takes him what feels like ages to bottom out, cock hitting the deepest parts of you until you swear you can feel him in your belly.

Mercifully he stops moving, seemingly just as overwhelmed as you by the feeling of you clenching around him. His mercy lasts for scarcely a minute before he rolls his hips and drags his cock out a few inches before driving it right back in with a low groan. 

You choke, trembling hands reaching up to grasp at his t shirt, "bri—brian—fuck"

"It's alright princess—fuck you were made for this—" hums, leaning forward, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches up to hold your face. You whimper as he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains.

“Brian—bri—wait—” 

He slams back into you forcing a choked sound from the back of your throat, “fuck—you—-how—how are you so fucking tight?” he starts thrusting slow and hard, gripping your hips as his pace quickens. 

“Bri—”

One hand drags up from your hip to tangle into your hair, forcing you to look up at him, “What is it pretty girl—” 

A whimper spills from your lips and you reach for him, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer, “bri—brian—please—-you’re—-you’re too big—-slo—slow down”

He laughs, driving his cock into you a little harder, “You think I’d believe that I’m bigger than those fucking jocks you spread your legs for?” 

You tremble under him,”Please—bri—-please—I’m serious—-fuck—”

“Oh thats real fucking cute—” he grins, tugging on your hair and groaning when your cunt clenches around him, “Don’t you worry princess—I told you I’d take care of you.” 

He reminds you again that he has no intention of being nice or gentle with you as he fucks you just as relentlessly as he had when he had you cumming on his fingers. You barely even register the fact that he’s not wearing a condom—-you hate that your cunt flutters at the thought of him filling you with his cum. 

And yet you beg him for more. Clinging desperately to him and sobbing with every bruising thrust of his cock. He grips your hip and holds you in place as he sets a brutal pace fucking you—-tearing you apart and then putting you back together with every drag of his cock—-

You’re ruined for anyone else—-you can’t even deny that at this point—-though you obviously weren’t about to admit that outright to him—-especially not when he’s still in the process of ruining you.

It doesn’t even take long for him to send you headfirst into another orgasm-—-it’s sort of terrifying how easily he brings you to the edge—-normally you were lucky to be able to orgasm even once—-

The only warning you get is the string of curses that spill from his lips and the jerk of his hips as he drives his cock into you as deep as it will go—your cunt flutters again and he spills into you saying your name all soft and pretty like a prayer.

He falls with you and your vision blurs—time slows and all you can feel is Brian—he surrounds you—consumes you—you drown in him.

His pace remains just as relentless and unforgiving even as he fucks you through your second orgasm and all you can do is cling to him. He curls over you, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine every time he feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck––Bri—Brian” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit.

He shifts, pressing a few lazy kisses up your buck and along your jaw and then drags you into a sloppy kiss. He pulls out, smirking into the kiss as you whimper at the loss of his cock, cum already beginning to drip out of your cunt. 

He rolls over, laying down beside you on the mattress. You come down from the high slowly, and even then you feel like you're stuck in a fog. You feel good—perfect actually—perfect and full and warm—

Without thinking you shift a little closer to him, curling against his side with a content sigh. At first he leans into it, arm curling around your side, hand tracing over your hip.

His laugh startles you,"I didn't expect you to be so clingy afterwards" 

In an instant you pull away from him, dragging yourself up off the bed with a huff, "Fuck you Brian—"

He laughs again, leaning up on his elbows to look at you with a smirk, "Pretty sure I did fuck you already princess," he pauses, eyes dragging down between your thighs, "unless that's someone elses cum dripping from your cunt—"

"Fuck off." You hiss, pulling the end of your dress down and glancing around in search of your panties. 

"You looking for something pretty girl—"

You turn to him as he shifts towards the end of the bed, tugging his pants up and giving you a smug grin. You narrow your eyes at him as he reaches his hand into pocket and lifts your lacy blue panties up in front of you. 

"Give them back."

He thinks for a moment and then shrugs, "No I don't think I will,"

"Brian—"

"Nope" he hums, shoving the panties back into his pocket, "I think I'll keep em as a souvenir"

You curse under your breath, preparing to argue further until he gets up off the bed, taking a step towards you, tilting his head at you, " —maybe i'll give em back to you next time"

You bite your lip, stepping backwards and shaking your head, "We can't do this again—"

 Brian raises a brow, “Who says?” 

You fidget with the hem of your dress, pulling down a bit farther to cover your thighs—-you really wish you hadn’t gone with such a short dress—it was doing very little to hide the slick coating of your inner thighs. 

You shrug after a moment, “We just can’t—-this was fun and all but—” 

“Oh it was fun was it—” 

“Well—I mean—”

He laughs—another step forward—-and another two backwards until you reach the door—- “You admitting you had fun with little old me? I’m flattered truly—-and I’ll be honest you’re a better fuck than I thought.” 

You turn the lock and grip the door handle—-glancing at him with a frown before opening the door slightly—- “Let’s just agree to never discuss this okay?” 

He looks at you for a moment, and then shrugs, leaning down to swipe his jacket up off the ground, “If that’s what you want then that’s fine by me,” he pauses as if considering his next words carefully—though you know for a fact he rarely ever thinks very clearly about any choice he’s ever made—- “Wouldn’t want your friends to find out what a little whore you are would you?” 

In an instant you spin on your heels, just barely catching yourself as you pull the door open enough to slip through, losing yourself in the hordes of teenagers moving through the house—-as you pull the door shut behind you, you catch another glimpse of Brian, winking as he pulls a lighter and a fresh cigarette from his pocket—-

You left the party early—-mercifully you didn’t run into any of your friends—-though you did catch Max’s eye as you slipped past an incredibly stoned classmate—-you imagined you would be hearing from Maddy or Kirsten later on—-probably Kirstem, these days it seemed like getting on your ass was what brought her the most joy. 

Brian is a guy you've only heard about through another friend because he's "someone's annoying brother that dyes his own hair black cos he thinks it's edgy. He also doesn't wash it often to keep the cheap box colour for longer. Hence, the sticky looking locks. He confidently sticks to wearing black and oversized clothes that hide his 30-pound body." Says the people who talk about him.

So the best course of action is to keep your head down, and don't get involved with either of Brian or Sally.

But then, as the year goes by, whenever Brian is bored at being ignored by Sally, he will turn his greasy head to you and give you a little poke. The first few times sent your nerves up, you were so scared of what he would say to you. Will he say something mean? Point out your pimples? Say your teeth look crooked? That you have a mustache you should shave it? Horrible horrible little scenarios in your mind. But Brian, for the last few months, only asks you funny dumb questions just to avoid actually learning in class. It makes your heart laugh a little in relief.

Brian is sarcastic and complains a lot. He has too many theories and tells stories exclusively comprised of sound effects and explosions made with his mouth. He smells like deep fry oil that you grow to like so much because it reminds you of hashbrowns in the morning. It's gotten pathetic how many things you notice about him. You even love that buck tooth of his making its way out of his little mouth.

Some days, he enjoys telling you how corporations pay commercials to trick people into thinking that you're the bad guy. You listen to him so intently, and the more you do, the things about him begin to make more sense to you.

Brian is not a bad person. Not like what people say. Really, really not. He is actually kind of great.

He's just a little distracted at school, that's all.

You share with him your own little jokes under your breath during class now. And by some miracle, he finds you funny. A fierce blush would bloom up you collar at his laughter.

You hope that it makes him feel special. No one else has really thought of you to be very funny. You've told him some weird things, like: "Last night I had a dream about Dwayne Johnson as a centaur," and he would get detention from laughing too hard.

At times he would still try to get Sallys attention, but most days he spends his time leaving silly doodles at the edge of your notebooks.

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Today, Brian has been folding paper in class again. He watched a YouTube video on how to make an origami heart last week. For whatever reason, he's been so invested in getting it perfect.

He was trying to show off his progress, so he made one in your class. Looking over at Sally's desk, he watched her pack her notebook away, getting ready to leave. Brian then redirects his attention to you. You were still finishing writing your notes down, then packing away your pens.

In a second, he decides to slip the heart shaped paper, between the pages of your notebook without much thought of why. The class then packs up and files out to go home.

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You can't believe it, it just can't be.

Brian's heart origami was in your notebook. You had just got home and pulled out your notes, currently staring at the red piece of folded paper. Did he slip it inside? Maybe it was just an accident. It might have fallen. Fallen perfectly, between the pages. That must be it. It didn't mean anything.

You rub your face in confusion. Your heart is not neutral about this at all. Even if it was an innocent mistake. Your heart thumps in the possibility. That maybe. Brian Wilcox gave you this heart on purpose.

But, no. He doesn't see you like that. You're just his friend.

The heart origami sits so innocently on your book, and you picture him making it step by step. His eyes looking up at you, after another doodle he's finished on your book. The way he's smiles, holding back his laughter with shining eyes.

You don't know, but maybe, maybe. Brian could like you…more than as a friend.

The thought echoes around in your quiet bedroom.

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Later when a group project comes up, Brian without hesitation jumps to join a group of boys in the class and leaves you with Sally.

Sally is popular, and very beautiful, but it was the first time you really tried to talk to her. It turns out she's incredibly insightful and a good listener. Its nice for someone to give you their attention like that. Which is funny in a way, it makes you feel kinda special, because Sally doesn't even give Brian the time of day. So in your curiosity, you ask her about that.

"I just hate getting the attention of a class clown, when what I really need is to focus in class" she rolls her eyes as she says it. She takes a glance at Brian's group. "..but I notice that Brian and you have become quite the pair, I think it's pretty cool, Brian is so behaved when he's with you".

Blood rushes to your face. "Oh haha, no, no, were not that close..."

But at that moment, the group of boys with Brian began to get loud and rowdy. They've been loudly debating about the best kind of place to take a date out. They've begun to joke and laugh at how Brian works at Mickeys, mocking him how hilarious it could be for a first date. You saw that he was laughing along with them, but you could see it was irritating him.

"Ohhh noooo! A girl would NEVER ask for another date. Can you imagine making her order at the counter? How embarrassing"

"And then brian asks for the kids' meal?!" laughter from the boys.

"Noooo! Brian would use his employee discounts on the combos! That's just so sad!" More laughter. And it just irked you until you spoke up.

"We'll I think it could be fun for a date?" You say interrupting the loud conversation. It was a numbing silence for a fraction of a second before Brian spoke.

"Well, it's because your standards are low since you can't even seem to find a boyfriend." Came a quick response from Brian's mouth. The boys gasped and blew up with sudden laughter.

Regrets flash across Brian's face instantly when he sees you speechless, with hurt written on your brow, but you're fighting against it. Sally puts her hand on your arm, worried about you. The boys don't seem to notice anything wrong. But Brian notices.

He didn't realize what he said. He was just so annoyed and wanted someone else to be teased instead of him.

You feel hot, and your skin is prickly. That was really mean. It hurt. You weren't so sure why. Because what he said was true. But it hurt because it came from him.

Your thoughts flashed back to the origami heart that you've been keeping in your bedside table, it actually means nothing to him. And all the other hearts that he must have made this week and before. All just folded paper and nothing more.

But you swallow the feeling down somehow and focus back on your partner and the project for the rest of the class.

But that night, in your bed, under the covers, frustrated tears fall into your pillow.

Am I ugly? No one has ever wanted me. No one has ever seen me. Aren't I good enough for anyone?

Brian wouldn't ever see you in that way. You hate it, hate him. Hate yourself. He made you feel like you mattered to him, but you must have made it all up in your head, a boy has never been nice to you until Brian, so you didn't know any better. He won't ever see you that way.

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The next week at school you try to act like you always have, havung a better understanding now that Brian is simply the way he is. So you become a little distant. He notices of course. He's been thinking about what he said over and over. And hates himself, he's never liked saying sorry in all his life. But now he's scared for the first time that he might be losing you if he dosent act. You won't even look at his eyes anymore. Like you find it too painful to do so.

During lunch break, he finds you, he asks, unsure how to converse naturally.

"Hey, how's your project with Sally going?" He says. Then you realize 'he must have never stopped liking Sally even from the start of the year. It was so obvious, why didn't I see it?'

"It's going well, actually. we're almost done. Did you want to tag along bri? We're gonna be at the library after school to finish up." You think maybe you can help him get Sally to see that he's a really nice guy.

Brain seems nervous but says yes straight away. He must really like her, you think.

After school, once you all meet up and finish off studying at the library, you insist on going home first and leave to catch your bus. Brian tries to ask you to hang out longer. But Sally lets you go and wants to speak to brian alone. Sally seems like she has something serious to tell him.

You smile a little in sadness, its working out well, it seems.

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Brian Pov

She left me here with sally. Avoiding me again. I watch as her back disappears out the front doors. Then Sally hits me on the arm.

"Ow! What's your problem?"

"You!"

"What did I do to you?"

"Not what you've done to me! But to her!! all year, you've been making googly eyes at her, and the other day, you treat her like crap! You need to fix this and apologize, and then leave her alone if you're only going to hurt her feelings because of your ignorant attitude."

"I don't know what you mean"

"I see everything brian, like how you doodle on her notebooks, and talk quietly to her, how you giggle under your breath at her jokes. You honestly can't be more obvious how you treat her special, but then you turn on her so quickly like that. It's such a dick move. An asshole move"

He puts his face in his hands in shame. "God, I AM an asshole!!" Brian is on the brink of breaking down."Do you think she hates me now? I messed up so badly."

"Tell her you're sorry face to face. Whatever she does to you after that is up to her. Though since we're talking about her, she will probably forgive you. But if you want to finally tell her you like her, this might be your best chance "

Brian blushes red, "w-what, I don't like her like that-"

"Why do you bother lying, brian?"

"It really isn't- ughh."

Brian quickly rushes after where you left. And found you sitting at the bus shelter, he looks at the digital sign it says your bus arrives in 20 mins

He looks down at you, and you're already looking at him sheepishly. You've been caught.

"Your bus isn't even here till another 20 mins!" Brian almost yells, but he's playfully scolding you like you normally do. You look down and smile. Brian loves that, your little shy grin.

"How did it go with Sally?" You ask hopefully.

"Good. But I don't want to talk about that. I need to tell you some stuff. Uh, the first one is that..I said something the other day. I just-"

"It's okay, I get it, I overreacted-"

"No, you didnt- Wait. It wasn't that. My point is i'm sorry for what i said, I think I hurt you. It's not cool of me. I'm always battling my asshole-ary every day, you know that. But you didn't deserve it. So I'm sorry"

"You are, forgiven." And you give him a small closed lip smile.

"Oh really? Already? Well, and, um, the 2nd thing is. There's something I have to ask you-" Your bus comes and stops loudly in front of them. Brian is flustered. You are conflicted, there's only one bus every hour for this route, you should take this bus. But you want to wait for Brian to finish.

"Um, Brian, think I should take this bus"

"Oh, yeah of course! Tomorrow then!"

"Ok, see ya bri"

As you climb up the door to pay and look back at Brian, the bus then pulls away, and you miss his sad little frown and his green eyes following you as your image fades down the street.

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The next day in class, Brian pulls out another origami heart he worked on last night and slides it over to you. The teacher notices it and warns everyone about passing notes in class. You grab the note and see what it says.

"Good morning beautiful! Plz open me" you frown at being called beautiful. Glancing over at him, he smirks.

Nervous, you open it carefully. Inside it says something that makes her heart race and break at the same time.

"Let's go to Mickeys tonight, it's my treat" then you hear a snickering from a few desks away, it was one of his boys looking over at you.

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You go to Mickeys, you think he's just asked you out as a friend, but he seems to be as nervous as you are, but you dont want to get your hopes up.

After having your meal in awkward silence, he asks you as casually as he can muster.

"So, I was thinking, do you want a second date?"

"Huh? D-date?"

"Y-you know, we went to Mickeys-- like you said! This is like, a date for you"

"…are you..like- just- teasing me? Hahaah…like you're mocking me? You rascal" You laugh nervously, voice trembling all over the place. Trying to hide the sudden emotions that came with realizing what this was all about. He just wanted to humor you.

"Huh? What? No? He laughs. Mickeys is like, your standard right? For like- like a date?"

"Well, no-"

"And-and, I mean I- we hadn't hung out like together yet.. as friends, and like you haven't been on a date before…I thought maybe..i could, be someone you-"

"So you're… helping me?" You laugh comes out jumpy and strange sounding "Oh, wooow,..I um, thanks man. That's just so, thoughtful of you" and you uncharacteristically lean over to punch his arm, you cringe for the fifth time. And he rubs the spot you bumped him.

"But, um, you know I think that maybe we should go on dates with people we actually have feelings for, don't you think? But, thanks for the offer" you shrug and try to laugh it off, but it feels too loud and fake in your ears.

"So no...date?" He looks kind of paler than usual.

You start to gather your trash. "I just realized i need to get home, sorry I can't stay much longer Bri. This was…fun. Bye!" Practically running away.

You don't understand what had just happened. You don't understand Brian at all. Was he that experienced in dating that he could give you a trial of it? That he felt pitty for you?

Your whole body felt hot from embarrassment. And a hard lump has been stuck in your throat ever since you received his little note in class. You practically speed walk all the way home sobbing into your Hoodie.

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"Good for you."

"Huh?" Sally is talking to you, Brian is late for your class it seems.

"I got…some tea, from a little bird, or something like that. That you rejected Brian"

"When did I do that?"

"Uh, didn't you go to Mickeys with him the other day?"

"I did." Has he gone and told everyone about it?

"I'm sorry, but I can't pretend that i didn't know. It just happened to be the same day he left a voice message on my phone, and I connected the dots that it was about you. " This made you sad without realizing it. They've been talking?

"Oh, he did?" But you guess it's good that they're getting to know each other.

"Don't look so sad! It wasn't like that, that boy sounded mad over the phone, he was mad at first. Saying stuff on the message like 'you were wrong about everything!' And that 'he was dumb.' But then he just..started crying. Well it sounded like crying. You didn't do that to him?" You stare a Sally perplexed at what it all meant.

"Explain please"

Sally looked at you for a moment and seemed ro realize something then began waving her hands 'no' at you "Ooooooh, wait no, I think you should talk to him about it, i've said too much"

"No, say it please! I'm tired of him playing with me."

"Ughhh, well he..he thought that you liked him, so…and I thought you did too! But then when you clearly don't, which is okay…he's just. It's just sad. He's going through it right now."

"But I don't know why he would be so upset, it's not like he likes me? He likes..someone else."

"You…think so? Huh. Well, I think it's best if you talk to him about this"

"But-"

"It's best if two of you talk"

"No-"

Then, at that moment, Brian walks in late to class and rushes over to his seat between you and Sally.

"You're tardy, Mr Wilcox, which is actually a first. Take your seat."

He acting stiff and can barely look at you.

Normally, you could get his attention and whisper things to him comfortably, but right now, he's so distant that you just decided to message him on your phone.

R U working tonight?

No Thurs

Ok, do u wna study w me n Sally tonight?

No that's ok u guys can just work on ur project together

Oh ok

And that went on for the rest of the lesson. His cold shoulder. Bothered by this you messing him again.

Ur being weird, is this about the other day? I appreciated ur idea, but I just didn't want ppl to confuse our friendship.

Idea?

Yeah like you giving me dating 'experience' without having an actual bf

What?????

She didn't reply after that message out of frustration. Why is he acting like he has no idea what he's been doing to you?

Nevermind Brian

Hey

You know what? I can get a boyfriend anytime if I want.

You hear a sharp gasp quickly after sending your last text. "Hey." He tries to tap your shoulder, but the teacher tells him off right away.

You give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. He looks over at you desperately for the rest of that week.

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Thursday comes by. You come to visit Mickeys with Warren, a guy you sometimes talk to in your IT class. You told Warren that there's a guy you like and want to see if he would feel anything if he saw you with someone else. It was stupid, you know it. You promised to buy him a Mickeys meal if he helped you.

You and Warren order at the counter, a sullen Brian takes your order, and you still haven't talked to one another since. And it's eating him inside, and now you're here with someone else? He disappeared to the back once your order was placed.

You receive your burgers and sit down at your table to eat. It was a normal, peaceful few moments until Brian came sprinting out of the kitchen to stop you from eating

"NO, no stop!"

"What! Brian, what's wrong??"

"No, just- don't eat that- I-" You stare at him lost for words, shame written on his face.

"I'm sorr- I just thought -" his face was crumbling, and the shame was turning into sadness. His eyes are glassy with emotion. He buried his face in his hands, defeated. "Never mind, it all makes sense."

"What does?"

"Why you won't like me."

Long silence came after what he said, only broken by Warren slowly getting up to walk away and saying that hes gonna use the bathroom. But either of you actually notice.

"…why I 'won't like you?' Why would that matter, Brian? Why? You like someone, that's who that matters."

"YES, I do. And it DOES."

"Huh??"

"I-im an asshole sometimes. But I know that you know that already, so that can't be the reason. And I'm not much to look at, but. But I've never cared if anyone liked how I looked. It never mattered to me so much before. But I wish I was more, like conventionally appealing. But i mean, that can't be why, you're not that kind of person- but is that why? Or, or- no. Or it's simply because I'm me. Because I'm Brian, the type of asshole that defiles a fucking burger???"

"Brian, please, it's hard for me to understand…"

"I put a LOOGIE in your patty"

"Excuse me????" Not the words you were expecting.

"It was meant for him!!"

"Warren?"

"Yes!"

"Are you somehow, jealous??"

"Yes!"

"And why??"

"Because I like you, and you hate me!"

A painful silence fills the restaurant. Looking around, Brian catches his manager, looking at him disapprovingly. But Brian mouths to him, "just resolving an issue"

"Ok, but lower your voice"

Brian sighs, putting his attention back to you. Sitting there still stunned at his confession. "Let me take that burger back. I'll make you a new one"

"No." You make a mad grab at the box, but Brian had the same thought as you. He now had the other side of the box in his hand.

"Give it!"

"Let go, brian"

"What's the problem!?"

You rip it out of his clasp, open the box, and proceed to scuff the burger down your throat.

"What are you doing?? No!! Why did you do that? I had my saliva in that???"

"Do you think I would do that if I didn't like you?"

A hundred emotions pass through Brian's face in the silence that came after that bizarre display.

"You… like me?"

"Was me eating your foul burger not clear enough?"

"Well no. But. You…like me?"

"I have, like always"

"...me?" His eyes are glassy looking at you in something that looks like hope.

But instead of saying anymore to reassure his low self-esteem just how much you think a he's great guy, you start to cry. And you don't have a clue why. Just that you're so happy he finally knows.

"I really like you too. Like always" and just like in a movie, he reaches out with a finger and gently wipes a tear off your cheek.

"Bry, whuh'fu'ju nee' f'mme?" slurred out of your mouth, as opposed to the more annoyed and crisp 'Brian, what the fuck do you need from me?' that you had planned out.

"Heyyy, pretty thing." purred a low voice through your phone, and that seemed to jolt you out of your reverie pretty fucking quickly, having to process several things at once.

You started with the loud music playing in the background, though it was through a poor speaker. You wondered if your colleague was at someone else's house party, but the music blasted seemed to be too…Brian-specific. Even through the tinny speakers and the poor signal, you could make out a rowdy set of discordant beats and low bass, but you had no time to think about the genre specifics. Not with what Brian had just called you. Did he just call you…pretty?

"Br-Brian?" you asked, a little more awake now, realizing that he had just called you from…his room?

"Yeah, that's me." he rasped, his voice taking a low timbre, and he sounded like he was about to continue, but then trailed off.

Part of you began to wonder how many of your fantasies began like this, part of you wondered how weird it was that he was calling you in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, but all of you had school tomorrow, so you let the silence hang for a good few seconds, and then let out a soft sleepy groan.

"Look, I'll uhh, I'll catch you tomorrow in class, school literally starts in," you paused, checking the time on your phone. "5 hours."

"Wait! Wait wait…" Brian stopped you, and again, he sounded like he was going to say something, but held himself back.

The part of you that found him insanely attractive was beginning to lose the argument to stay on the call with him, you needed your beauty sleep, and hours were better spent sleeping, rather than listening to Brian putting about, over the phone. The losing argument was already being horrifically beaten down, when you heard a weird noise. A strange gulping noise, which was hard to identify over the phone- until you realized Brian was drinking from a full can, or bottle of alcohol. Probably beer. With disgust, you realized Brian had called you while he was drunk. He let out a satisfied groan once he was done with one last gulp.

"Brian, I swear to fucking God, if you just called me to make me listen to you drink, I'm going to-"

"What are you wearing?" he interrupted you, with a newfound confidence that you suspected, came from the beer.

A long pause settled over the call once Brian blurted the question out, and you wondered if you heard him correctly. You were sure that you didn't, because while Brian was the type of guy to drunk dial people, it certainly wasn't to ask them what they were wearing. You gritted your teeth and ran your hand through your hair. Once again, an awkward silence took over the call, and it was up to you to end it.

"Brian, I'm going to give you another chance to say 'good night', so I can say good night back, and we can pretend you never asked that." you tiredly said, your finger moving to the 'hang up' button.

What you didn't expect, was for him to persist and commit to his fuck-up.

"I said, what are you wearing?" he asked again, his speech slurring with not sleep, but drunkenness, the former of which you wished you could indulge yourself in.

You remained quiet, unsure of how to respond.

"Man, c'mon. I'm not blind, I've seen the way you look at me in class." he scoffed, an unexpected spike of confidence that you'd never associated with him. "And at work, even when I'm in that stupid ass uniform, you look at me like I'm a hot piece of ass." he continued, and you were tempted to ask him how he knew you were staring, you thought he just happened to be completely oblivious.

"And I think…think you're a hot piece of ass, too. With and without the uniform." he continued, his voice dipping sensually, into that low timbre he used earlier.

"So I'm gonna give you another chance, pretty thing. What are you wearing?" Brian asked, and fuck, his voice went to a low purr, a voice you'd never heard from him before. Sleep entirely forgotten, you felt yourself shivering, a chill passing over you even if your room was comfortably warm.

You should have hung up the phone. Your finger was still on the 'hang up' button, all you needed to do was to apply a bit of pressure, and you'd end the call, Brian would probably pass out and forgot he drunk dialed you and tried to initiate phone sex, of all things, and sure, you'd have trouble looking at him for a week or so, but you'd get over it, right? You'd get over it, as soon as you pressed the 'hang up' button.

"Pajamas." you stupidly said. You probably should have said a nightgown- no! No, you should not have said a nightgown- you should have hung up! What were you doing? At least Brian had the excuse of being drunk, what the hell were you doi-

"Mmm." Brian hummed with approval, his nasal voice crackling over your phone's speaker. "Tell me about the pajamas, baby doll."

Your mind faded into static, and all at once, anything else you had planned was crumpled and forgotten, a draft that would never be picked up again.

"They're uhh, a nice soft pastel. Really velvety. I think you'd…I think you'd like 'em. They're not form-fitting, though." you softly continued- you hoped you were doing this right, but from Brian's low grunts, you imagined you were doing alright at this.

"I can work with loose, don't worry. Means I can slide my hand up there and feel you. Got a bra up there?" he asked, and you went flush. You also felt the need to tell him that no, nobody with tits slept with bras on. What, did he think your chest needed support while you slept? But you bit back the remark, and gave an inaudible sigh, before letting yourself get lost in the moment. There was no time to dwell on semantics, the guy responsible for most of your fantasies for the past months had called you and was currently engaging you in phone sex.

"No, I don't. Y'like that, Brian?" you asked.

"So fuckin' much, pretty thing. Think you could feel yourself up for me?" he asked lowly, and you did so, gently, before realizing that Brian didn't give soft touches. You had been around Brian long enough to know that he was harsh, and if he were with you, he would take what he wanted from you, so you squeezed your chest a little harder, a whimper leaving you.

"Fuck, babe, was that for me?" he asked once you whimpered, his throat hoarse. You nodded, before realizing Brian couldn't see you- and you gave a soft 'uh huh'.

"Lie on the bed and get your top off." Brian growled, and you obeyed without question, scrambling to get your top off with a grunt. His voice was steady, command woven into it. You had heard him give apathetic remarks and disinterested dismissals, but you had never heard his voice so sexually charged. You tried to remember what people typically said in phone sex, because Brian seemed like a natural at it.

"Wish you were here, Brian, I want you to see me playing with myself like this." you said dreamily as you laid back in bed, still cupping the side of your breast and brushing your thumb over your nipple.

"You're playing with yourself?" he asked, incredulously, as if he couldn't believe you were getting off to his voice. Again, you responded with a weak 'uh huh'.

"Then keep touching yourself." he said, and it came across as more of an order than a suggestion. You closed your eyes and pretended it was Brian touching you.

"I'm lying on my bed too, pretty thing. You've got me palming my dick thinking of you, fuck, I'm so hard." he moaned, and wasn't that an erotic image.

You thought of Brian, sprawled on his bedsheets. For some reason, you imagined his bedsheets were black, like most of his wardrobe. His greasy dyed black hair would be fanned out under him. And Brian's lanky pale limbs would form awkward angles, and his arm reaching down, slender fingers wrapped around an appendage you had only dreamed of in your more perverse moments...you bit your lip, imagining how hot it was.

"I wanna be with you, Brian, wanna be on your bed too so you can hold me." you whispered, imagining his arms wrapped around you, while he whispered other filthy things into your ear. Now that you knew what he sounded like, whispering dirty secrets over the phone, you dreamed of him actually whispering in your ear, about all the things he wanted to do to you.

"Oh, you don't want that, baby. The bed's full of empty bottles, and I-" you heard a quick sniffing noise over the phone, with a few clinks of glass, and a sniffing groan of disgust.

"And I smell like shit. Like grease, sweat and booze." he grunted.

You did not trust the shiver that came over you as he said that. You were never close enough to Brian to get a whiff of his musk without it looking weird, but it was easy to imagine the disgusting mix of the grease from Mickey's kitchen, with a hot day's sweat of a shift in the aforementioned kitchen, and the nauseating overwhelming stench of stale beer bottles.

The words left your mouth before you could take them back.

"That's kinda hot." you said hoarsely, and you were met with a derisive laugh. You felt your face heat up as he laughed, as if he couldn't believe you were turned on by that.

"You like that? Maybe I should take you to my bed right now, all I'd need to do is get all these fuckin' bottles off the bed and I could show you a real good time." he said, and his voice was strained, but there was a teasing lilt, one with which you did not normally heard him speak with.

You realized, faintly, that you were the reason for that strain. Brian gave a guttural groan, and that was it- that was what Brian would sound like when he was pushing himself into you. You let yourself get lost in the fantasy, and gave a sigh mixed with a whine, lips parted.

"You're driving me wild, pretty thing. Those noises on purpose or are you really that turned on?" he chuckled.

"Can't be that hard to believe you're actually turning me on." you retorted, but there was a breathlessness in your words that reflected how bad you had it for Brian.

"You're right." Brian snickered, a mean sound you'd heard him use when he was talking about people he regarded with disdain.

"Dunno why I'm surprised. You've always got these cute puppy eyes when I look your way, like you're too scared to ask me to fuck you." he continued, and your stomach dropped.

Honesty scratched the back of your throat, compelling you to screech that Brian was right, that you would have gladly thrown yourself to him if he so much as asked. Without consciously knowing it, your fingers moved closer to the crotch of your pajama bottoms, and you tentatively gave a press against the slit. You shouldn't have been getting off to the condescension in Brian's voice, but here you were.

"I didn't- I don't have puppy eyes!" you whined, and a harsh laugh interrupted you, and you could see the mocking sneer on his face. Your denial was weak, you didn't think Brian would believe it- you barely did, yourself.

At the back of your head, you realized that the crotch of your sleeping clothes were wet. Which meant that /you/ were wet. You continued to rock your palm against yourself, sending pleasant jolts through your body as you touched yourself.

"Really?" Brian continued, and without realizing it, you were roughly squeezing your chest and pinched your nipples the same way you dreamed he would. You let out a moan, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.

"You're really touching yourself thinking of me, aren't you, baby, touching yourself over those pajamas of yours." he asked- it was an accusation but with no rancorous suspicion, it was one with the desire to. His words still had a slur to them, and you remembered he was drunk.

Your imagination did not run, it flew and left debris in its wake. You imagined yourself and Brian at one of those parties that he'd never be caught dead at. With one of those red solo cups in hand, drunk and trying to hit on you. Brian was obviously not the romantic type when he was drunk, he would have skipped the foreplay and gone straight to grinding against you, body against yours, mouth by your ear promising whatever you wanted if you let him into your pants.

You rubbed the back of your thumb between your lower lips, barely covered by the wet strip of your underwear. You were soaked. From your fantasy, from listening to Brian, to knowing that he was rubbing one out too while listening to you moan.

"God, fuck, Bri, yeah I'm thinking of you! I'm so wet, wish I was there with you-" you cried out, and shame bled out of you from between your legs.

You heard Brian curse under his breath. You were reminded of how he would frequently cuss during your shifts together, often grumbling a 'fuck off' to his manager when his back was turned. It was a ridiculous thing to admire, but you adored his attitude, his derisive nature making him an absolute pottymouth.

"God, you sound like such a needy bitch. Fucking begging me even though 'm not there." Brian groaned, and his breath grew ragged. There was a faint repetitive slapping sound in the background, and you realized that was Brian jacking off. You imagined his wiry body laid on the bed, staining the sheets with sweat. A greasy fist around his cock, hips arched up.

"Fuck, gimme a second." your caller grunted, and you heard the familiar noise of him spitting- you guessed, into his palm.

You didn't even bother with hiding a whimper, but you withheld begging him to land the next glob on your cheek or in your mouth. The repetitive sound became louder, faster and was accompanied by a slight 'squish', and Brian let out a throaty moan, as if in anguish. You wondered if he jerked himself off too hard, a sort of self-flagellation that he found a friction-more-burn-than-warmth pleasure in. He would not give a shit about you, but it wasn't like he gave a shit about himself, either.

The longer you busied your fingers with your clit, the more sticky they became, coated in slick. You brushed the back of each forefinger against each side of your clit in an ever self-teasing motion, the first knuckle getting the most 'action' as you touched yourself. Your outer lips were soaked from earlier's tender but eager touches, making your motions easy to repeat. It was not graceful, but it did the job, an easy enough motion to repeat against yourself as Brian's guttural moans and grunts bounced around your head.

You hooked your forefingers and scooped up a handful of your arousal, the sticky slick clinging to your digits. You marveled at the wetness for a second, before wiping some of it off on the exposed skin of your hip, and resuming your self-pleasure, and you expected to feel the 'squelch' of your fingers against your wet lower lips, but you did not expect to hear it, and Brian snickered, much to your embarrassment.

Brian certainly wasn't shy about his noises, though, he was owning them, grunting loudly on the phone and letting out a low guttural 'fuck' every now and then. You suspected the alcohol was partly to blame, but you did not doubt that Brian was a loud lover in bed.

"I wanna feel you start slow..." you whined, and your mind had settled on slow grinding, the underside of Brian's dick rubbing against the outside of your slit, the head being brushed by soft pubes.

"That's right. When I get you, 'm gonna take it slow so you feel every bit of what I'm gonna give you." Brian goaded, and he stopped for a few brief seconds, and then followed up with a hasty addition. "My dick, I mean, 'm gonna give you my dick."

The moment was not as ruined as it might have been, had you not been freshly woken up and Brian not been drunk. You were enamored by the quick little follow-up.

"I knooow. Know you're gonna give th-that. I wanna feel you in me, I'm gonna take all of you." you said, the pinpricks of lust on your skin again. You were past the point of disbelief over what you were saying. Brian groaned, a soft 'ohh- my fucking god' as he clearly imagined what it would feel like for him.

"I wanna- Brian, I wish you could see how much I need you, I'm soaked." you continued, unashamed of how pathetic you sounded. Red colored your cheeks as you admitted words you never thought would actually say out loud to Brian.

"Bet you don't give a shit that I'm gonna see you at school tomorrow and know you're a slut. Maybe during our next shift, I'll take you out the back and give you a real pou-" he laughed, interrupted only by your mortified squeal.

"Bri- Briiian, please!" you begged, though you didn't know for what. And apparently, even if Brian didn't either, he was a fan of hearing what you had to say.

"Shit, say that again, baby? You gonna be a good bitch and beg?"

"I, please! I don't know what- maybe we could-" you stumbled over your words so quickly that they glided through the filter that should have kept them back, locked behind teeth and throat.

"Maybe we could go out first! Not- this is so fast! Unless you- I don't know! B-but this is so good!" you babbled, embarrassing yourself.

"Is that what you're scared of? Shiiiit, I said so before, baby, I can go slow. Least I can start slow, anyway." he crooned, and you closed your eyes, you could nearly imagine Brian beside you.

In your mind's eye, Brian was propped up on an elbow, the other arm grasped around you. Would he grab your chest? No, it's an awkward position, if you're facing each other and he's propped up like that, right? Maybe around your neck- pulling you close to his body. Against that sweaty, lanky body, where grease from the shift could ease the work for both of you. Or-or maybe he'd rest his hand on your hip, rather having that close to him than the whole of your body. Important bits, and all that! You continued to touch yourself in a faster staccato, given more courage. Your breaths grew harsher, strained, both hips and wrist moving. Your phone grew warm against your skin, the small screen sticky with your sweat. The sensation that would have once disgusted you, spurred you on.

"Lemme hear more out of you, baby, shit, I'm close." he grunted out, and your mind could barely follow his words, simple as they were, because-

"Me too, me too, Bri, I'm close- oh, shit, this is- this is the best night of my life! " you cried out, rasping the last word in an effort to mute yourself. It came out as a growl, an unintentional snarl that shocked you. But even in trying to remain quiet, the sounds of your staggered gasps were clear.

"Y'sound like you're fucking dying, like you'd die if you had my dick in you. Or you'd die without me fucking you, you sound like a fucking animal, you know?" he crooned, and the unintentional debasement was enough for you.

By your own hand, aided with Brian's words, your body contorted for the last time that night, you let out a keening noise, and you felt the carnal force of something that was stronger than you, despite having come from your own self. Which was how those pulpy novels described an orgasm. In the haze of the afterglow, you caught yourself mentally comparing the saucy novels you read, to what you'd just experienced, while wiping yourself off on your pajamas.

Your phone had fallen beside you, and you grabbed it. With an annoyance that came too soon, you realized you'd missed the sound of Brian reaching his own climax, only catching the tail end of it, but it was quickly resolved with the satisfaction that you had helped him reach such a state. You cradled your phone with both hands now, both clean, and the both of you were quiet.

Once again, you felt like the onus was on you to say something.

"That was cool..." you purred. The coyness in your voice was forced, an attempt at seduction even after the deed. You weren't sure what happened after phone sex, was it like that all the way until hanging up?

"God, I'm gonna sleep so well tonight." Brian groaned, and then let out an exhale. You could picture his cheeks puffing out, then air leaving pursed lips like a deflating balloon. But before you opened your mouth to ask him what color he liked, or some inane question about tomorrow's homework, Brian spoke, in a quiet voice. Not sexually charged as the whole of the call had been, not a randy growl.

"I mean it, y'know. You look real cute in that stupid uniform." he said, voice still hoarse from the alcohol, but softer, an appeal to you.

"I...I think you look great in yours too, Bri, I..." you trailed off, and didn't notice how your voice softened to match his until you whispered his name, and hoped that the start of your new sentence was disguised by the nickname.

"Yeah, you what?" Brian prompted, but you remained at a loss for words. Unsure of where to go from here.

"I, maybe we could do this again? Even, without the phone? You know, as in, real life? I'm groovy if you're game!" you squeaked out quickly, putting around the point.

Even as you were embarrassed by what you heard yourself say, you heard Brian laugh, though it wasn't his usual derisive laugh. It was a more affable noise, one of affection.