Navigating Cute Boys and Frogs

Dealing with Crazy Chicks (Jonas’ POV)

      The last two weeks had been heaven and hell for me. I felt like I was all over the place, one minute I was all consumed by Linds and the next I was pissed as f**k because the douchebag Logan, was always around her. Linds never flirted with him, at least in front of me, but she also hasn’t told him to back off. For some reason, that just pisses me off even more. Every time I’m not with her and I see her, dude is right beside her. Usually it’s at her locker, and I know they are right next to each other, and she can’t help that. But, she’s still friendly too him, still sending smiles his way when he says something. I know Logan’s just waiting for me to mess this up, so he can step in and calm Linds down. But, if I have anything to say that’s not happening.

      The other issue, is Linds herself. The girl has no idea what she does to me. Just thinking about her thick black hair, and the way her ass feels in my hands, makes me hard. I’ve never had someone kiss me the way Linds does, like she’s trying to consume me. It’s as if we could crawl inside of each other and become one.  The first time we messed around I was just trying to take it slow, and I didn’t want Linds to think she had to reciprocate my actions. I just wanted to be there with her. Then, after I left, I realized I needed to take things slow with her. She’s never really had a boyfriend, and while her responses to my touch, kept me hard as f**k half the day, I didn’t know if she was ready to go all the way. And the more time I spent alone with her, the more I was losing the will power to not take it there. 

      Normally I take what I’m given, and call it a day. But, I meant it when I said it felt different with her. I spent most the day fighting myself trying not to touch her. By the end of the day, most days, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I would pull her into me anywhere we were and press my mouth to hers. Sometimes things would get pretty heated and I would have to start thinking about gross things, like my grandma always trying to kiss me on the mouth or cats with no hair, seriously both of those things freaked me out. But, it would do the job and I would pull myself away from Linds. I know that she recognizes that I’m not as affectionate with her, and I plan to explain why tonight after the game. 

      “Yo Jonas, you in there?” My best friend Jake startles me from my thoughts. 

     “Ahh yeah sorry man, what’s up?” I reply.

     “You ready for this game tonight?” He questions as we stand outside of the locker room doors outside the school. 

     “Yeah dude, I’m always ready.” I reply grinning.

     “That’s my boy! Don’t be distracted by the skirts on the sidelines tonight though.” He chuckles and bites his knuckles.

     I laugh, “ You know I’m only interested in one of those skirts, bro.”

      “Yeah yeah. Don’t know when you got so boring, but Linds is the s**t, so I guess I get it.” He replies shaking his head. “I’m gonna head up the field, you coming?” 

     “I’ll meet you up there, I want to catch Linds for a good luck kiss first.” I say. 

     He laughs and jogs up the steps to the field yelling “whipped” over his shoulder at me. I laugh and throw my middle finger at him. I’ll never admit it, but Linds does have me wrapped around her finger. I feel a finger trail across my shoulder blades, and turn expecting it to be Linds.

     “Hey I was waiting for y-“ I start to say but stop when I realize it’s Amber. Jesus, this girl cannot take a hint. I don’t know what else I have to do, besides be a downright asshole to her, and I hate having to disrespect girls like that. 

    “Oh goody, I wanted to wish you luck for your game today.” She says trailing her finger down my uniform. 

     I grab her finger before it can travel any lower and she pouts at me. “Come on Jonas, when are you going to give in?” She pulls her finger from my grasp and moves it back to my stomach. “Aren’t you tired of fighting this? You could just give in now, and I could make you feel good before the game.” She eyes me seductively as her hand goes lower to my football pants.

    See, here’s the thing. If Amber wasn’t such a b***h to everybody, and maybe stopped wearing ten pounds of make up, she would be smoking hot. And before I met Linds I probably would of entertained this offer. But, I had met Linds already, and standing here with Amber touching me, only made my stomach roll. She didn’t turn me on, her floral perfume made me nauseous, and her inability to understand that I wasn’t in to her, was straight pissing me off. I had to end this once and for all.

    I backed Amber up against the side of the building in the little alcove, on the outside of the gym. Her eyes grow wide for a second, then a smile takes over her face. I cage her in with my arms on either side of her head

    “Is this what you want?” I say, leaning my head down into her neck. Amber looks up, something catching her eyes before she smiles wide and wraps her arms around me. 

      “You know this is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. It’s about time you realized you were dating below your class.” She says.

    I laugh, because honestly, she’s insane. If she thinks Linds is anywhere below her, she clearly needs to be put into a psych ward. I can’t stand the feel of her hands on me anymore, I have to end this s**t once and for all.

      “Yeah about that Amber, if you think for one second that I would ever consider your many offers of sucking my d**k, over Linds, your sorely mistaken.” I push off the wall away from her, “I’ve tried to be nice and just ignore your advances, but I’ve had enough. Just the thought of touching you, makes me want to vomit. I won’t tell you again, stay the f**k away from me. Next time, I will embarrass you in front of the entire school, and you won’t be able to show face for a month.” I glare at her.

     Ambers face turns sour and she spits at me, “f**k you Jonas, lots of boys want me!” She pushes past me, “and good luck with Linds.” She laughs and walks away. Jesus, I can’t stand that girl. But, hopefully I’ve made s**t clear with her. I wait another two minutes for Linds to come, but she never does. I decide I’ll just catch her after the game.