DISCLAIMER!- I don't own the show or the characters I'm just temporarily borrowing them.
A/N: I really shouldn't be posting this because I have too many other stories I'm working on at the moment but I'm going to anyway because I said I would. I haven't given up on my Twiggie Shorts but I got this idea and thought it deserved a fic of its own. I hope you enjoy!
WARNING! This story does involve underage drinking and cursing so if that makes you uncomfortable, this story isn't for you.
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The beginning of the year started the same as it always did, with one of Trent's famous parties. Otto and I were juniors now, while Reggie and the Squid would be graduating in June. I drank a mouthful of beer, trying to forget the fact that they wouldn't be here next year, and that this would be the last party of its kind because Trent would be moving on with them as well.
Otto bumped my shoulder with his, drawing my attention away from my thoughts. "See anyone you like?" He asked scoping out the room for all available females.
I glanced over at Reggie chatting away with Trish and Sherry and sighed, knowing that who I did see and want, I could never have.
From across the room Brittany Taylor, a girl from my homeroom, smiled and waved at me. I nodded my head back to be polite.
"Maybe, but it never happen." I shrugged, taking another sip from my bottle.
Otto scoffed, "Brittany? Man she's a sure thing! Babe's been hot for you since your growth spurt in eighth grade. You could totally tap that, in fact you should tap that."
"Brittany?" I questioned, my face wrinkling in confusion. Then, realizing he mistook my slumped features for not being able to ask Reggie out for her, I opened my mouth to deny it then stopped. "Brittany, yeah you got me." I lied. I should feel guilty about lying to my best bro, but when the alternative was him beating the crap out of me for having quite the opposite of platonic feelings towards his sister, I didn't. That was a secret never meant to be shared.
"Dude, go talk to her." Otto urged. "She's been eyeing you since you stepped foot in here." He added, pushing me in her direction.
"What? No way." I sneered. I shot a quick look back at Reggie and found myself staring at her. She was talking rather closely to Trent. My fists balled up at my sides as I glared at the back of his head.
"Bro, now's your chance. She's practically begging for you to go over to her!" Otto persisted.
I turned away from the blossoming couple, back to my friend. "You know what, I think I will go talk to her." I told him, downing the rest of my drink.
I grabbed another beer for myself and a Smirnoff for Brittany from a nearby cooler before walking over to chat with her.
"Hey, need a refill?" I asked, popping the top off her drink before offering it to her.
"Twister! That's so sweet of you thanks." She gushed pulling me in for a hug.
"No problem. Want to play pool?" I suggested gesturing to the table on her right.
"Totally! But I'm not very good at it. Maybe you can help me?" She asked biting her lower lip in what I was assuming to be an attempt to look sexy. I caught a glimpse of Reggie grinding her hips into Trent's.
"Yeah sure, grab a stick." I grumbled. I moved around so my back was to the dancing duo, not wanting to catch them doing anything else.
"Okay, I got one. So how do I hold it?" She asked tilting her head to the side. I knew this was just an act to get my arms around her but I indulged her anyway.
I set my drink aside, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Here, let me show you."
I demonstrated how to hit the cue ball and stepped back to let her try it. I ended up on the other side of the table with a clear shot of Reggie again. I gritted my teeth together as I watched her gyrate around, with that ass. As if she felt me staring, she looked up taking notice of us. I moved back over to Brittany's side so I couldn't see anymore.
She leaned over the table a little too much, obviously for my benefit. She pulled the cue back, then pushed it forward using too much force that she ended up scratching the table.
"Oopsie, I messed up. Do you mind showing me once more please?" She pouted, again with the damn lip bite.
"Watch me this time." I told her, setting up the ball. I took the stick from her hands and positioned myself over the table. Just as I was about to release, I saw Trent pulling Reggie by the hand up the stairs. I let go of the cue scraping the green felt as a result, exactly how Brittany had moments ago.
"Twist! You were supposed to show me how to get better not repeat my mistake." She laughed placing one of her perfectly manicured claws on my bicep, giving it a hard squeeze.
"Yeah my bad." I mumbled, unable to revert my attention away from the now empty staircase.
"Hey are you okay?" She asked yanking at my arm.
Shaking my head I turned back to her. "Yeah, of course, I'm fine." I babbled a string of lies.
"Okay." She gave a small smile. I could tell she didn't believe me but she didn't call me out on it either, instead opting to let it go.
"You want to get out of here?" I asked, placing the pool stick on the felt pool table.
Her face lit up with her answer, "Yes."
I picked up my beer letting the rest of it slide down my throat, so I could blame the alcohol for my actions later.
I took her hand in mine, after wrapping it around her shoulder. Being so close to her I could smell her perfume, coming to the conclusion that she must have swam laps in it before coming here. I chose not to say anything turning my nose the other way. I was playing her, using her as a distraction to keep Reggie off my mind. Still, however, images of what Trent and her were probably doing flashed through my head. I sincerely doubted she was beating him with her purse as I hoped.
We passed Otto on our way to the stairs and he gave me a thumbs up. Then more discreetly behind Brittany's back he made a rude gesture suggesting what I should do to her.
I ignored him and continued our trek up the stairs.
When we made it to the top I noticed the upper floor was deserted. I pretend I was searching for a vacant room, but really I was looking for signs of Reggie. After we circled the place once I stopped in the living room, settling on the empty couch.
After a minute of awkward silence she turned to me, "So, I have a suggestion of my own."
"What's that?" I asked bored, not really caring.
"This." She licked her lips and surprised me by pressing them against mine. She shoved her tongue in my mouth treating it like a wash machine on full cycle. I couldn't tell if she was trying to kiss me or swallow me whole. I tried pulling back but she somehow mistook my retreat as a sign to push me on my back and straddle me. She groaned into my mouth, bringing her hands up to claw at my face.
"Oh baby." She moaned moving to my neck.
"Britt, maybe we should stop." I suggested, praying someone would come get her the hell off of me. I brought my hands, previously glued to my sides, up to try and push her off of me.
"Don't worry baby I don't want to either." She purred bending down to lick my cheek.
Thankfully, it seemed my prayers were answered. "Whoa sorry." A voice interrupted, a voice I was sure I knew.
Seemingly reluctantly Brittany slithered off of me and I was able to sit up and look at my savior.
My eyes grew the size of watermelons. Reggie. Of course it had to be her. Just my stupid dumb luck that she had to be the one to walk it us. Fucking Reggie, of all people.
"I-" I started, the rest of my sentence frozen on my tongue.
"No need to explain." She shrugged, immediately backing away and exiting the way she came.
The look on her face made me hate myself. She looked deflated. Was it just wishful thinking or was she upset, hurt by what she just witnessed.
"Well, that was awkward." Brittany giggled. "Can you imagine if she had walked in just a few minutes later?" She asked fixing her skirt since it had hiked up her legs. Her own doing, not mine.
I wish Reggie had walked in later. Maybe then I would have freed myself from the Brittany's grasp and she would have seen Britt slapping me and storming off. I really wished for the second.
"So are you going to walk me home?" Brittany asked, drawing the attention back to herself.
Unable to say anything I just nodded my head yes, knowing that even though I didn't want to I should.
She stood with me and clasped her hands around one of mine pushing me out the room. I was grateful that Reggie seemed to be gone so I wouldn't have to face her just yet. I'd have to get my story together first and then I'd talk to her. She'd believe me if I told her it was all Brittany's doing not mine. At least I hoped.
The walk to Brittany's was short, she only lived a few houses down from Trent's. I did the gentlemanly thing to do and stayed with her all the way up to her door.
She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to kiss her goodnight.
I leaned in, pretending she was someone else, and lightly pecked her lips.
"Call me sometime and we can hang. Maybe finish where we left off earlier?" She suggested, winking at me before opening her door and ushering inside. She blew me one finale kiss before closing the door, finally putting a barrier between us.
As I walked down the street turning into my own cul-de-sac, my thoughts drifted to how I was going to fix this. The girl I wanted hated me, and the girl I didn't wanted me. The answer was easy, no way in hell was I going to.
My mind couldn't stop replaying Reggie walking in on us. She looked devastated and I just wanted to pull her by her gray shirt and- wait she was wearing a gray shirt? I was sure she came tonight wearing a purple hoodie, yet I also could have sworn I saw her backing away in a gray tee. A shirt that was too big to be hers, which left only one option. Trent's. She couldn't have been all that distressed by my actions if she was doing the same to Trent right before. And she had to have been. That was the only logical reason she would be wearing his clothes.
I didn't snap out of my thoughts until I was in my room. If Reggie wanted to date Trent, fine. See if I cared. Maybe I would call Britt and take her up on her offer to 'pick things up where they left off'. Maybe I'd even participate this time. Forget Reggie, Brittany was a sure thing.
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Obviously Brittany Taylor is a character I made up. I give you all permission to hate her, I know I do. The next chapter will be the same night told in Reggie's point of view. If you'd like me to continue, let me know and REVIEW. If not I have other stories I'll focus my attention on. Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for all of you who do decide to review and or follow and favorite. The encouragement I get from you guys is what keeps me writing.