lady

ever since the awkward interaction with jaime, you begin to feel more attracted to him ever than before. although school was already kicking your ass, your newfound obsession didn’t seem to help. your afternoons supposed to be spent studying were instead focused on him whether you liked it or not. nothing could control your thoughts - almost everything became about jaime. as time went on, peeking through the garage door and reloading his facebook page every night wasn't enough. you needed more.

which is why elated doesn’t even begin to describe your reaction to finding jaime’s forgotten hoodie in your garage. that fall evening, you’d been practically drooling over him the whole practice as usual, taking note of how his forehead gleamed in the dim lights. you watched him hungrily as he pulled his worn navy blue hoodie over his head and threw it to the side. you thought he would have taken it on his way out, but when you saw he hadn’t, you swear you've never snatched something faster in your life.

you'd begin to wear his hoodie everywhere from hanging out in your room to grocery shopping. the faded navy blue swallowed you, the end setting right above your knees. even with his smell constantly lingering on you, you were desperately craving for more.

sometimes, when it was late at night and his facebook page was open, you'd even finger yourself to the thought of him. laying on your stomach, you imagined him lying below you, fingers curling up hitting that sweet spot that made you reel. his musk filled your nose as you buried your face deep into his lost hoodie. as indulgent as it sounded, you didn't care (for the most part).

some days you felt as if jaime’s scent trailing on you was sort of a bittersweet reminder of how strangely obsessive you had become. more often than not, you heard vic’s words from the first conversation replaying through your head on loop. you knew he was kidding in the moment, but the more you thought about it, maybe he was actually right - you were a loser freak.

at one point, you told yourself that this had gone too far. jaime’s faint scent drifted through your nose familiarly now, serving as a nudge for yourself that you actually needed to put yourself out there. maybe you should stop in and introduce yourself like a normal person instead of creeping around all day. …or maybe you could try a different approach.

so what if you stole jaime’s number off of vic’s phone when he wasn't paying attention.

it didn't matter in the end, because even you couldn't convince yourself to try and reach out. calling him was out of the question - you were way too awkward to hold a conversation. but then again, it wasn't like your texting skills were much better, as everything you typed always sounded too pushy or desperate. it seemed as if every message was left blank, his contact photo staring at you with empty anticipation.

which led you to one particular evening, finding yourself in the same situation as usual. laying on your bed curled up in jaime’s hoodie, you looked up at your phone with tired eyes. you opened your messages and clicked on jaime’s contact, the conversation like a blank canvas. you typed out a few words, trying to make sense of your thoughts.

you knew you had to be casual, but there was too much you wanted to say. too much you needed to say. you were desperate to tell him everything about you, how long you'd been watching him, how meticulous you were. how you wished he'd hum you to sleep with his pretty bass lines and caress you with his rough hands. you absentmindedly kicked your feet, enthralled at the thought.

just as you were about to type out something, your phone practically jumped out of your hands, ringtone blaring loudly. you were startled at first, but then sighed a little in disappointment of this interrupting your incredibly eventful evening plans of drafting and deleting unsent messages.

holding your phone to your ear, you picked up the call. “hello?” you mumbled, biting jaime's hoodie's strings.

“hey girl it's me!” your best friend screamed. “listen, i know this is super last minute but im on my way to a party right now…we’re, like, carpooling and i sorta told the girls that we're on our way to pick you up…can you come? please please please?” she begged over the blaring music.

why was she yelling? what time was it right now? what were you wearing? as much fun as a party sounded, this was a little too last minute for you. you opened your mouth to try and reason with her, but she cut you off.

“we’re here!” your best friend yelped, causing you to jolt out of your bed. you looked out your window anxiously to see her and a few other of your friends waving out of the car. well, it's not like you had any real plans tonight anyways. besides, maybe it was good to get your mind off of jaime (at least for a while).

“umm…okay, im coming!” you scrambled as you shuffled on a random pair of jeans and ran your fingers through your hair quickly in the mirror.

as you tramped downstairs, sprinting to the front door, vic watched from the couch confused. you struggled to lace up your shoes as he pointed outside, hearing your friends honking noisily. before he could say anything, you interjected. “hanging out at their place, might be spending the night, please tell mom and mike, i love you bye,” you trailed off, halfway out the door.

“what?” vic’s brows furrowed as he sat up a little. he was about to ask another question but it was already too late - you were already out the door. vic shrugged back into the couch, stuffing his face with popcorn.

…………

the party seemed to last forever, although after a few drinks you hadn't seemed to mind. the more sips you took, the more you let yourself go. at first, it seemed innocent enough, carelessly getting tipsy and dancing with your friends. but as soon as you were beginning to lose track of how many refills you were on, things went a little south.

you hadn't realized how wasted you became until your head started pounding a little more noticeably than usual. as you plopped down on the couch to catch a break, your “punch” swished over the edge, almost spilling everywhere. you sat up and caught your red solo cup in a blur, setting it on a table. maybe it was time to go home. you did feel incredibly exhausted.

but much to your dismay, the party seemed the exact opposite, the noise only growing louder and the house only becoming more cramped and stuffy. you rubbed your eyes and looked around for your best friend - or even anyone you knew and could ask for a ride home. anxiety settled low in your stomach as you noticed that you were instead surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar drunk teenagers.

you sunk into the couch a little more and opened your phone. biting your nails feverishly, you looked at the time blinking 12:19am.

your finger hovered over your saved contacts as you wondered who could possibly take you home at this hour. your options were extremely limited: you had vic (who was definitely up but would kill you if he knew you were drunk), mike (who would be really annoying because you woke him up but wouldn’t snitch), and finally…jaime.

you laughed to yourself for even considering texting jaime. you might have been drunk, but you weren’t stupid. sighing while not wanting to bother mike, you clicked on vic’s contact, beginning to type.

hey can yiu pick me up??

what

who is this

seriously? he’s such a jerk. you rubbed your eyes, just wanting to be back home.

please vic im drunj

ill pay u back

3249 clairemont dr

he started to type and then stopped. you rolled your eyes.

im omw

shutting your phone, you stood up, making your head spin. you couldn't tell if the alcohol in your system was making your nerves heightened or nonexistent. all you knew was that you needed to get out of this place as soon as possible.

slithering your way towards the front door and stumbling outside, the fresh air hit you with a sense of relief. you walked down the driveway to sit on the edge of the curb as you toyed with your phone in your hands impatiently. watching the clear night sky in a daze, you quickly became lost in the blurry stars dancing above you.

the longer you waited, the more tired and uneasy you felt. you sniffed your hoodie by habit, the infamous musk reminding you of jaime.

smiling to yourself, you wondered what he was doing now - probably playing bass in his room for his facebook. thick brows furrowed in concentration, tongue sticking out a little as he ran his thick hands through his messy hair…picturing him, you placed your chin on your knees and blushed to the sky. you wished you were home and on your computer refreshing his page.

after about ten minutes, a beat up hyundai entourage came into view down the street, approaching you rapidly. if it was speeding, this definitely couldn’t be vic, you thought to yourself. lolling your head to the side, you attempted to avoid eye contact with the car.

you pulled your knees closer to your chest and the neckline of your hoodie over your nose embarrassedly, thinking it was just another group of people who were arriving. your stomach churned thinking about vic en route, already knowing what the conversation in the car ride home was going to sound like.

but nothing could have prepared you for the conversation you were about to have. glancing up briefly as the car pulled right in front of you, you see the person you would least expect leaning out the window, giving you a cheeky smile.

of course it was none other than jaime.

jaime, who was in the middle of jerking off to the thought of you when a random number texted him.

stroking his length heavily, jaime imagined you wrapped his hoodie that he purposefully left at your house. he knew you were watching him take it off and leave it there. he knew you couldn't resist taking it, wanting to have at least some part of him closer to you. he whimpered at the thought of you being so desperate for him, willing to do whatever it takes to get yourself off.

he could tell you were fucking weird, and he was so obsessed over it. whining with his eyes screwed tight, he began to rub and twist his cock frantically now, picturing you wearing his hoodie and fingering yourself.

you'd definitely done it by now, there was no way you hadn't. he got off on the thought of you burying your face into it to inhale his scent, wishing it was him. lost in lust and just as he was about to hit his climax, his phone buzzed on his nightstand loudly, a desperate text popping up.

at first, he groaned, thinking it was spam. but after he heard you say vic, he knew exactly who you were. this had to be a sign of some sort. how could he possibly resist this opportunity?

and as he pulled the car up in front of you, watching your heart sink to your feet, he just smiled charmingly, knowing he definitely caught you day dreaming about what he could only assume to be himself.

“what the hell is up sista?” jaime mused out of the window, turning the radio down so it was barely audible.

your mouth opened but no words came out as you stood up a little too quickly. “jaime?” you rasped out. “what are you doing here?”

“getting the party started,” he retorted sarcastically, but after watching your face scrunch in utter confusion, he felt the need to elaborate. “you texted me to come pick you up.”

“no, i texted vic,” you protested, taking out your phone just to double check. you read over the conversation once, then twice, noticing jaime’s contact name at the top. your mouth dropped a little in shock, not believing what you had just done.

jaime’s eyebrows raised in amusement as he watched your face fall in realization. before you were able to apologize, he excused you. “listen, don’t worry about it. just get in the car, c'mon," he urged.

you took a deep breath, the alcohol somehow giving you the liquid courage to stand up from the sidewalk. slightly stumbling, you walked to his passenger door and swung it open a little quicker than intended. it was just one car ride home…then this would all be over.

“you’re welcome by the way,” he commented as you slid into the passenger seat. glancing behind you, you noticed the mess of fast food wrappers and dirty clothes that lived in the backseat. turning back around, you snorted, noticing how the rosary on the rear view mirror contrasted with the unholy smell. as strange as his car was, you still somehow found it extremely endearing, giggling shyly at his input.

“..thanks” you mumbled, crossing the buckle over the faded design of your/his hoodie. he seemed to take notice of your outfit choice as he shifted the car into drive, pulling away.

“was wondering where that went,” he hummed, but he didn't seem bothered. still, your face burned up in embarrassment. he really did enjoy calling you out, didn’t he?

“this is yours?” you faked softly, too impaired to defend yourself. you blushed watching his hands grip the steering wheel casually, silently wishing they were on you instead. “i just found it in the garage.”

“mmm, keep it.” he cringed, drumming on the steering wheel. internally though, he smiled to himself, picturing your stomach doing somersaults right now. why on earth would he want it back? it looked cuter on you anyways. but acting like he was grossed out made it so much more fun. he drove up the street torturously slow, almost as if on purpose.

completely oblivious, you looked out the window, feeling yourself get queasier with guilt by the minute. secretly your heart was practically bursting at the seams at his words, but knowing he caught you makes your head spin. what's even worse was that he was definitely disgusted, you thought to yourself. the embarrassment mixed with intoxication, making your eyes droop shut.

you were certain there wasn't a more unfortunate yet lucky situation you could be in. it almost seemed as if the universe was undecided on you.

even with closed eyes, you could sense jaime give a few concerned glances to you before he shut off the radio, not wanting to be a bother. you guessed he dropped the playful act as soon as he picked up on how overwhelmed you seemed.

after a few moments of awkward silence, the car rolled to a stop. fluttering your eyes open at the loss of movement, you were officially ready to go home, get yourself out of this mess, and hopefully never talk about this ever again.

but as you took in the sight in front of you, you sat up a little. this…wasn't your house.

“hey, you okay? need any help getting up?” he perked up, unbuckling himself.

“where are we? is this…your house?” you breathed, head turning towards him hesitantly.

“...yeah,” he confessed, muttering your name. “it's too late to go back to your place. plus, we both know vic would be pissed if he saw you like this. he doesn’t even like it when im drunk,” he explained.

you blinked in disbelief as you heard his rambling (which sounded more like pleas than reasons). was he trying to get you to stay over at his house for the night? you felt like pinching yourself. as much as you were exhausted as well as intoxicated, you would be stupid not to say no to this.

“...okay. okay, fine. whatever. you're probably right.” you sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt. “just…don't tell him? or anyone?”