The Boy Next Door

Without hesitation he shoved his hand down my bra and grabbed the phone, his hand still lingering in between my breasts and the thin material of the bikini top even though he had a hold of his phone.

"Having fun there asshole?"

"mhhhmmm yeah" he had that stupid grin plastered on his face,

"Three seconds. Three fucking seconds or you won't be able to reproduce."

"one" no response.

"two" This bitch really wants to have his dick chopped off huh?

"thr-" He quickly retreated his hands and waved them in the air as a sign of surrender

"Alright alright, jeez"

He walked away from me, reading the message, the grin on his face was slowly replaced by a look of utter confusion. He slowly sat on the bed whilst scrolling through his phone.

"uh are you okay?" I asked genuinely concerned, which was weird. I shouldn't care about him.

"hmm yeah I guess, hey look I've got to go, I'll come and get you at six-ish"

"nahh dude I'll just walk, it takes like ten seconds"

"oh right" His energetic and fun attitude was replaced, he seemed really bummed out. Whatever Brandi's message said must have been bad news, who am I kidding? it is bad news. Brandi is bad news. He quickly got up from my bed, briefly hugged me, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and jogged out. I hate to admit it but I was quite flattered when he kissed my cheek. I mean yeah sure whatever its just a kiss on the cheek, but I've never received this kind of affection from a guy, usually it'd be really straight forward. Like that guy at school who tried to grab my ass.

Whatever, I'm thinking way too much about this. I'll just get ready for the dinner now,

Notes

im bACK THERE WILL BE MORE BORING FILLER SHIT. SO JUST WAIT