Navigating Cute Boys and Frogs

Pep Talk (Lindsey’s POV)

      “Wait a hot second, please tell me I am not sitting on the couch that Jonas finger banged you on Lindddsss!” Aria shutters. 

      I shrug my shoulders, giggling, “ You’re the one that couldn’t wait anymore to hear all about my night.” 

       “Oh gross!” she jumps up and sits on the chair beside the couch.

       It had been almost two weeks since my night with Jonas and I was replaying it to my best friend, in minimal detail, because she said we couldn’t wait any longer to dissect it. We had both been busy, and her grandparents were visiting still. I didn’t want to talk about it at school where people could hear. We talked about it on the phone, but not in any detail. It was Friday now, and after school we came to my house to get ready for the game tonight. 

      “So did you, you know.” She starts making crude gestures with her hands and mouth at me. 

      “Nope.” I say popping the P and looking down.

     “What, why? Linds don’t tell me you’re scared of it. It’s just a p***s. From the rest of your story, it seems like you’re a lioness in the sac.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

      This is where things get confusing for me. I did try to reciprocate Jonas’ orgasm with one of his own. But, he refused me. Gently kissed me on my forehead, got up, put his shirt back on, and headed into the kitchen to reheat our pizza. I sat there confused for a minute, before I got up and did the same.

       “Ughhh I tried, he didn’t want me to Aria. He probably thought I was going to gnaw his d**k off or something!” I shout.

       Aria laughs, “Don’t be ridiculous babe, he was probably trying to be a gentleman. You guys just started whatever this is, maybe he doesn’t see the need to rush it.” 

       Maybe that was true, but I had this weird feeling after this week at school. I mean everything was fine, but things felt..different. Jonas stopped kissing or holding my hand in the hallway. He would still talk to me and sit next to me at lunch, but things felt off. He only kissed me if we were in a private place, like pulling me into an empty hall way, after school in a corner of the gym, or after practice ended and all the cars cleared out. Then, he had no problem claiming my mouth and other parts of my body. But, he still didn’t let me touch him.

      He still threw flirty winks and smiles my way, and said suggestive things that made my cheeks blush crimson, but it hadn’t even been two weeks and I already felt like a secret. I didn’t like that feeling. I especially didn’t like when I was at my locker yesterday and he walked out of his class with his arm thrown over another girls shoulder. He saw me, removed his arm, sent a wink my way and kept walking. Logan just happened to be at his locker and saw everything. He turned and gave me a look that said, “told you so Linds.” I rolled my eyes at him, slammed my locker door, and walked to class by myself. After school Jonas wrapped me up in his arms like nothing even happened, and I was a coward for not mentioning it. 

      “I’m not sure, I kind of think he’s just realizing he doesn’t want a girlfriend. Ugh tell me what to do Aria!” 

     “Yeah things have cooled off with you guys at school. Linds if that’s what he is doing, he’s a d**k! Stop letting him make out with your bangable lips, without confronting him first babe!” She points her finger at me.

     I knew she was right, but I was still sad about it. I didn’t understand what was going on, especially after we had that conversation about it being different feeling for us. Did he just say that, so that he could get into my pants? And once he did, it was game over? God, was he making out with other girls too? I felt sick thinking about it.

      Aria must notice the look on my face, “Babe, just ask him.” She gets up and wraps her arms around me, “and if he says he doesn’t want a girlfriend, we are going to make him so fuckin’ jealous, he will be cross eyed for the rest of his life.” 

      We spend the next hour getting ready for the game and snacking on Goldfish. Aria does my make up, but I make her promise to keep it minimal. She put my hair into a tight high pony, and curls the ends of it, lastly placing our signature blue and white bow on the top of the pony. Aria’s hair looks the same as mine, just shorter, and her make up is more noticeable than mine. We stand in the mirror and she gives my fingers a squeeze. 

     “Love you babe. We either marry or bury him, but no matter what I got you.” She says. “Now let’s go show him, that you are not someone to take for granted.” She winks, and drags me out the door. 

     I take a deep breath before I get in Aria’s car. She was right, I am a catch and Jonas was stupid not to want to claim me. I didn’t want to play games, but I wasn’t going to be played like a fool either. Jonas was about to learn he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too.