Chapter Thirteen
Raleigh
The next week passes by in a blur between school and cheer—which takes up most of my time, but when I’m not at either of those places, I’m either with Ser or trying to spend time with Lincoln. But, spending time with my boyfriend, unfortunately, is not working out very well. Since we don’t go to school together, during the day, we’re pretty much limited to texting one another, which we do but it’s not the same, and then after school, he has football practice until like seven o’clock—which is pretty freaking ridiculous if you ask me, and then he also has his familial obligations, not that I can fault him for that.
*Is it wrong that I’m kind of jealous that he has parents that require him to take part in familial obligations,* I wonder, having mixed feelings about the subject.
Another thing that sucks is Hawthorne was out at noon for some conferences or something like that today. And while they are off having fun doing who knows what, I’m sitting here in class next to Ser, pretending to read *One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey*, because you have got to love reading assignments that you know are going to result in an essay and a quiz.
The buzzing of my phone in my pocket pulls me from my thoughts and butterflies take flight in my stomach at the thought that it might be Lincoln texting me.
Slowly and sneakily, I slip my phone from my pocket and place it on my thigh, unable to hold back my grin when I see that it is from my boyfriend.
*God, I’ve got it bad,* I think as I pull up the text.
**Lincoln: We’re going to head into the city this afternoon and grab something to eat and catch a movie. Would love to have you there with me.**
*Damnit,* I growl as I read over his message and wonder for just a moment if I can cancel my plans for this evening. But then guilt sinks in that I even considered it, and one glance over at my friend reassures me that I definitely should not and will not cancel our girls’ night just so I can spend time with Lincoln.
**Raleigh: I’d love to, but I’ve already made plans to spend some time with Ser. Raincheck?**
**Lincoln: Boo. 👎**
**Lincoln: I wish you were spending your evening with me instead, but I definitely understand.**
**Lincoln: I miss you.**
**Raleigh: I miss you more**
**Lincoln: Never. I miss you the most**
**Raleigh: 😘**
As discreetly as possible, I slip my phone back into my pocket and then turn my attention back to my book. Or, at least I try to, but I’m unable to actually pay attention to anything that I’m reading and after rereading the same sentence four times, I give up and rest my head on my fist, closing my eyes.
My phone buzzes with another text just as the bell goes off, signaling the end of class. Gathering my book and notebook, I place them into my backpack and then stand up from my desk and turn to Serenity.
“Ready for practice?” I ask as I come to stand next to her and loop my arm into hers as we make our way out of the classroom.
“Ugh!” Serenity moans with a roll of her eyes. “Can we just skip today? It’s typically a game day, but since this is our bye week, can we just… I don’t know, be given a break for one once?”
“Trust me,” I say with a sigh, rolling my own eyes at the ridiculousness of still having practice when we’re given a bye—the football players aren’t having to practice today, but we’re still expected to. It’s freaking stupid. “Honestly, I feel the same way. I’d much rather be spending my evening doing something other than shouting “Go Rydell” or standing on top of girls’ shoulders or hands at the top of the pyramid.” However, I don’t tell her that I *really* want to spend that time with my boyfriend, instead of spending it with her.
*That would break her heart.*
*And I couldn’t do that to her.*
“How are things with you and your boy toy?” Serenity asks as if she was reading my mind. I immediately grin, biting my bottom lip.
“He’s great but we haven’t really gotten to spend much time together,” I say sadly, then sigh, “Talking on the phone is great and all but—”
She cuts me off, putting both of her hands on my shoulders and getting into my face as she excitedly asks, “Have y’all had phone sex?”
“What?!” I screech, then realizing that we’re still standing in the middle of the hallway, I glance around, taking note of all the curious looks now being thrown my way. "That's not what I meant at all. I just meant that talking on the phone doesn't replace spending time together."
*Oops.*
“And I asked if you'll have had phone sex,” Ser says, not lowering her voice even a millimeter.
“Sheesh, would you shut up!” I growl and then grab hold of her forearm and pull her down the rest of the hallway until we are pushing through the doors that lead outside. “And no, of course, we haven’t had phone sex! Are you serious right now?”
“Really?” she asks, looking surprised. “Phone sex can be hot as hell. Especially if you can hear him moaning into the phone, or better yet, you two Facetime and you can watch him as he strokes his cock while he tells you what he imagines you doing to him. All the while, you finger fuck yourself, imagining that it’s him as he tells you all the naughty things that he wants to do to you.” She fans herself, her cheeks flushed. “Shit, I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.”
"Woah," I mutter, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. "Wait," I say, rounding on her with surprise. "You've done it before?”
“Oh yeah,” she says with a Cheshire grin.
“With who?” I ask, now beyond curious about who she may have done it with.
“A girl doesn’t cum and tell, dear Ray,” she says with a twinkle in her eye and that same grin still in place.
*Phone sex?* I think to myself, *Is that something that I could actually do?* I can't help but wonder. *Maybe it’s something that Lincoln and I should discuss and see if maybe it's something worth exploring a little, or a lot. Especially if we don’t get to spend any alone time with one another soon.*
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