Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Chris tells me they’re great and perky and I should love them because I won’t be all saggy and gross when I’m older, but part of me thinks he’s just saying whatever so he can get into my pants. That’s what eighteen-year-old guys do, right?
“You look gorgeous tonight, my little snugglebutt.” Chris’s voice grabs my attention as he comes into the living room where I’ve been sitting on my phone for the last few minutes. Snugglebutt—the corny nickname he’s had for me for the last two months. I have no idea where it came from, to be honest, but I just sort of go with it at this point.
“Aw, thank you.” I smile. I’m not wearing anything special, and I haven’t done my hair or makeup any differently either. I basically just look like I normally do when Chris and I hang out, which confirms my suspicions that he’s trying to have sex tonight.
He comes over to the couch and puts down some chocolate covered strawberries that look homemade.
I sigh internally. I don’t know how many times I’ve told him I don’t like strawberries, and this just confirms that he hasn’t been listening and has just been looking online for tips on how to impress your girlfriend. Either that or he’s just been asking one of his guy friends.
I really want to get into it with him just to see his reaction, but I know he’s not worth it. None of this is worth it. So instead, I just take one of the strawberries, take the tiniest bite that is mostly chocolate, swallow without tasting, and smile.
“Good?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“I knew you’d like them.” He smiles. “Would you like a seltzer?”
“Sure,” I reply, already trying to come up with an excuse on how to get out of here. Maybe tonight is actually a good night to break up with Chris. I think it’s pretty clear now that this just isn’t going to work for me.
He pats me on the knee and stands. “Be right back.”
Again, I nod and watch as he walks off to the kitchen. Once he’s gone, I pull out my phone and open up a text to Sarah, a friend of mine, but before I can even start typing, Chris’s phone vibrates on the coffee table.
Not being one to snoop, I ignore it and go back to what I was doing and send a text to Sarah, letting her know I may need a ride out of here soon. But before I even get a response text back from her, Chris’s phone vibrates again.
Now nobody texts Chris often. He’s in a few group chats with his guy friends, but they just send each other stupid memes and things like that, and he usually mutes them when he’s going to be doing something with me, so whatever’s happening right now, it shouldn’t be one of those.
He and I text frequently, but I’m sitting right here, so it’s clearly not me.
The phone vibrates again, and a tightness forms in my chest. There’s something going on. I may not like Chris all that much, I may have been thinking about breaking up with him a moment ago, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with him pulling some kind of shenanigans on me in the background of our relationship—if that’s indeed what is going on here.
His phone vibrates yet again, and I do something I totally shouldn’t do; I grab it and glance at the alerts.
Biggies LLC: Chris where are you?
Biggies LLC: Chris what the hell?
Biggies LLC: Are you playing hard to get again?
“Biggies LLC?” I say softly to myself. “Isn’t LLC a company or something?” I don’t completely know, but I’ve heard my dad say the term before. There’s no reason a company would be texting Chris in this fashion, especially at this time of night.
My guess is Biggies LLC is just a made-up name to hide whoever the real person is who’s texting him.
There’s one last text I haven’t checked yet, and it’s a picture message. I kind of don’t want to open it. My heart rate has increased, and I can feel myself starting to sweat, but I can also hear Chris in the kitchen. And by the sounds of things, he’s almost done getting our seltzers and will be back here any second, so I want to be fully prepared and on top of whatever the hell this is…
So I go ahead and slide open the message to an enormous pair of tits staring me right in the face. And I’ll tell you what, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who they belong to either.
Right then, at that exact moment, Chris walks back into the room, a seltzer in each hand.
“Hey, snugglebutt, I got our seltzers–” The smile freezes on his face and instantly transforms as his jaw drops and he stares at me with an oh-shit look of nothing but pure guilt.