#Guy who draws on an iPhone 7 screen with his fingers ( me )

[hitracks]

funger au lowkey getting my ass. Um. BATTLE SPRITE 😆 ignore that he looks like henryk it’s not on purpose .

[loeyparker]

have you ever been in love? part 2 - reggie mantle

word count: 2.596

warnings: swearing, 

plot: happens about 2 days after the Vday quiz and if I summarize more I give away the plot

a/n: so i wasn’t planning on writing a 2nd part for HYEBIL but it was heavily requested and it’s Ross’s bday so,,,it happened

“Who’s this guy?” The bright screen of a phone was pushed in your face, causing you to groan and close your eyes. “Sorry.” The guy next to you muttered before toning down the luminosity.

The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was an Instagram picture of you and Reggie Mantle. He had his arm around you and there was a dashing smile on his face. You were kissing his cheek and looked happier than ever.

And you were happy.

Honestly.

“That’s Reggie, he was my boyfriend.” You spoke before pushing the phone away from your face.

“Damn, “was”? And you still have pictures of him on your Instagram?” The guy by your side was someone called Zig –you had met him while visiting some college out of state a week ago.

And now you were both in a motel room outside of Riverdale, on a Friday night.

“I haven’t gotten around to deleting them.” You responded while holding the sheet closer to your chest and leaning towards the night table to your right to check your own phone. It had been put on silent as soon as you checked in the motel and you heard it vibrate every few minutes for the past hour.

“So what’s the deal between you two?” Zig questioned as he locked his IPhone and placed it down, focusing all his attention back to you.

Your bare back was to him and your face was illuminated by the white light of your phone as you quickly scrolled through unread texts and missed calls from friends.  There were two missed calls from Reggie and you fell back into Zig’s arms after noticing them, not bothering to call back and trying to ignore your thumping heart.

“Hm?”

Zig chuckled. “I asked,” he pulled you on top of his naked chest “what’s the deal between you and the Reggie guy?” His hand was moving up and down your upper arm, in a confronting manner. Your head was resting close to his heart and through the absolute silence, you could even make out the faint drum of heartbeats.

“We dated for a while.” You paused. Your eyes were focusing on the small, monochromatic painting that was hanging above an old, squared TV parallel to the bed. “I loved him and he was something of an ass.”

“Who broke it off?” Zig asked as his hand moved to your hair and he began playing with it, sending tingles down your spine.

“I did.”

“That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.”

Your phone started buzzing again but none of you paid attention to it. You were too comfortable in the guy’s arms and you were scared the one calling was Reggie.

So many questions were running through your mind, so many emotions were flowing through your body. You still hadn’t stopped thinking about the stupid Valentine’s Day quiz that revealed Reggie as the only guy in the class who had experienced love.

The quiz was wrong and you were so mad at it for having to sit through the teacher announcing to the class that you and Reggie were the only ones who had been in love.

Everyone knew you two dated and after that class your friends were treating you like a china doll and Reggie’s friends were openly mocking him in the hallways.

“When did you meet him?” Zig spoke after your phone stopped vibrating.

“In sophomore year, in the library. He almost stepped on my fingers and even though he didn’t, he apologized for like an hour.” You smiled slightly at the memory –his gasp; the wave of irritation that hit you upon noticing his shoes just inches away from your fingers, from the clean pages of a new book; his widened eyes; your heart dropping in surprise when you noticed Reggie Mantle towering over you; him dropping to the floor and apologizing; everything you talked about for an hour on the library’s floor, surrounded by fantasy books and ticking clocks.

Zig huffed.

“What?” You questioned looking up at him.

The room was dark, the light from the neon sign outside being blocked by thick, green curtains. However, you could see Zig’s face pretty clearly, even through the darkness.

He gazed down at you with a grin on his face. His eyebrows were raised. “A jock? In the library?” Zig joked.

You laughed. “He was a different kind of jock.” Staring off at the beige patterned wall, your left hand subconsciously began drawing shapes on Zig’s chest.

It was something you used to do with Reggie –it relaxed both you and him.

You closed your eyes and kept drawing daisies over Zig’s muscles. Because if you kept your eyes shut he felt like Reggie –his muscled chest, hard biceps, warm hands wrapped around your naked figure. It was easier to go back to all the times you two stayed tangled with each other.

Zig didn’t kiss like Reggie, though. He didn’t know when to be gentle, when to be rough. You were sure he’d learn you with time, but you were also sure you couldn’t jump into something right after Reggie.

Driving out of town with Zig and checking into a motel wasn’t planned.

He was just passing through Riverdale and called you to hang out for a bit. You took him to Pop’s. He got a burger and fries (which you ate) and you got a banana milkshake. Everything was going fine –you were just two acquaintances becoming friends. Zig was funny and caring and he was telling you about his two younger sisters that he had to take care of, when Reggie and his friends walked into the diner disrupting the quiet vibe.

He spotted you immediately –you were sitting in your old booth, after all. Rage consumed him as soon as he noticed Zig opposite you. You looked so focused on him, with your chin resting in your palm, eyes trained only on him –you hadn’t even looked up when Reggie walked in.

And that really pissed him of. That and Zig’s entire appearance. He wore a white t-shirt and a leather jacket on top; his hair was slightly curly and messy, with a strand hanging above his forehead. The only thing him and Zig seemed to have in common was the muscular built, the broad shoulders. Otherwise, Zig looked like the complete opposite of Reggie.  

Reggie and his friends sat right behind you.

Chuck kept making comments about you that were impossible not to hear. Moose “accidentally” elbowed you in the head. Other guys were being loud and annoying and some slut-shamed and Reggie didn’t say anything.

And you got so angry.

But Zig attacked them. Verbally at first, then physically when Moose tried to act tough.

And that made you take the executive decision to spend the night with Zig. The entire car ride you psychoanalyzed yourself. Were you suddenly attracted to Zig because he defended you from the guys that were nothing but horrible to you? The guys who were the love of your life’s friends? The guys Reggie never said anything to when they shamed and mocked and objectified you? Or were you attracted to him because you wanted to hurt Reggie?

“He didn’t seem like a different kind of jock back at the diner.” Zig commented and you pursed your lips.

“He did back when we met. I saw him through these pink colored glasses that made me believe he was absolutely spectacular.”

Zig groaned at that.

“But he was –spectacular.” You defended. “At least when his friends weren’t around. For months I ignored his double personality, I ignored my friends telling me he’ll break my heart.” Your throat tightened. “He’s sweet, really; and funny, charismatic, magnetic. And I loved him so fucking much that I tricked myself into thinking he’ll eventually stop kissing ass and stand up –not for me, but for himself.”

There was a short pause, a moment of silence where none of you said anything. Cars could be heard driving past, neon lights buzzed.

“When did you know you loved him?” Zig whispered. His hands slowly trailed along your back.

You looked up at him. “Is this an interrogation?” You joked, alluding to his dream of becoming a detective –thing he told you when you first met.

The right corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk, muttering “shut up” before brushing your hair out of your face, gently. “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

You just looked at him, slowly letting your fingers trail along his jaw, his lips. “About three months after we started dating.” Your hand went down his neck and your fingers hooked on the necklace he wore. “There was a party at Chuck’s. I didn’t want to go, but I decided to just do it; for Reggie. He loves parties and the entire social scene and I didn’t want to upset him by refusing to go. He picked me up in his car and we drove right past Chuck’s house.”

“You know, the house was right there.” You turned to Reggie in confusion.

He just smiled and shrugged. “We’re ditching it.”

“But it’s Chuck’s party.”

“I’d rather be with you.” Reggie simply said. His hand found yours and intertwined your fingers. “Plus, I don’t need an excuse like 7 minutes in heaven or suck and blow to kiss you.” He smirked and leaned in.

You laughed and told him to watch the road, your cheeks reddening.

Reggie pulled over immediately, took your face in his hands and kissed you softly. “I know you hate parties,” your foreheads touched, eyes lingered on each other; “I’m not gonna make you go to one if you feel uncomfortable.” He kissed you again but you pulled away to talk. “Before you say anything,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “I don’t need loud music and beer to feel happy. I’m happy right now, with you, on the side of an empty road. I just wanna spend time with you.”

“I know that was the first time I felt it and it terrified me but,” at the memory, tears caused your eyes to sting; “in that moment, I loved him” you nodded subconsciously.

“But then he broke your heart.”

“But then he broke my heart.”

The conversation was abruptly ended by a loud knock on the door.

None of you moved.

The knocking continued.

You slowly sat up, clutching the white sheet to your chest to cover yourself. Zig sat up too and both of you looked at each other in confusion. Your lover was about to say something before being interrupted.

“(Y/N), I know you’re in there.” A deep, raspy voice came from the other side of the door and your heart skipped a couple of beats.

Three more loud bangs on the door made you jump up and stumble through the unlit room looking for your clothes. “what the fuck, what the fuck” you kept whispering in a rush.

You ended up grabbing your lingerie and a white t-shirt that could only belong to Zig.

Cold air hit you as soon as you opened the door. Goosebumps embraced your barely clothed body.

You clenched your fists. Your mouth got dry. Your heart started beating faster as your stomach dropped. A lump formed in your throat and you felt horrible –as if you got caught doing something illegal. You started shaking.

Reggie was standing right in front of you with the most stoic look on his face.

“How did you find me?” You frowned, folded your arms to your chest and leaned against the doorway.

“We’re still sharing locations on Find My Friends.” He spoke.

You nodded. “So you’re cyber stalking me.”

“You wouldn’t answer your phone, (Y/N).” His tone was accusing and you could hear the anger and worry mixing together.

You just shrugged. “We broke up, Reggie. I don’t need to answer your calls anymore.”

“We need to talk.” He ignored your comment and took a step forward, trying to walk in the motel room. You blocked his path.

That’s when he took a good look at your appearance.

Your hair was all over the place. It didn’t look put together as usual –it was tangled and messily tucked behind your ears. Your lips were redder than usual and swollen. There were fresh dark marks on your neck and collar bones. The shirt you wore was too large for you, its short sleeves almost reaching your elbows, its length covering most of your tights.

Reggie’s heart dropped.

“We really don’t.” You looked him straight in the eyes. “Go home, Reggie.” You stepped into the room and moved to close the door.

Reggie stopped you by putting his hand on the door, keeping it from closing.

You just sighed, frustrated. “Reggie,” You heard movement from the room and saw Zig putting something on out of the corner of your eye.

“Listen, I know.” He tried to shallow the lump in his throat. “I know I fucked up, made mistakes and that I could’ve treated you so much better.” Reggie had spent countless nights lying awake replaying every moment he sided with his friends instead of you, each time he ditched you for football practice just because his friends would’ve mocked him for missing practice for a date. “But I can change.”

You expression softened. “You can’t, Reggie.” A small, sad smile found its way onto your face.

Reggie shook his head. “No,” he took your hand in his and your vision blurred. Just his touch could send you spiraling and you hated it. “I can change. I will. ‘Cause I’m in love with you, (Y/N).”

“You’re not in love with me.”

“Yes. I am.” He frowned.

You stepped away from him and released the hold you had on his hand.

His chest was rising up and down rapidly as he took quick, short breaths. His eyes watered.

You whipped away your own tears. “Just go, Reggie.”

“Think about it, okay? We’ll start over, take a few steps back. Just don’t give up on us.” Reggie pleaded.

You were silent for about a minute; you just stood there, in the cold, watching the man you loved. His hair was perfectly styled –as usual- with no wild strand sticking out. There were, however, dark circles under his eyes. Those were the only thing on him lacking perfection.

Should you really give him a second chance?

You didn’t know. You couldn’t think straight.

Reggie had completely blindsided you by showing up to the motel. He was the last person you expected to see that night. You couldn’t really process the spot you were in –between Zig, a spur of the moment fling and Reggie, the guy you had been in love with for months.

“I’ll think about it.” You eventually responded.

And in that moment, Reggie wanted to kiss you. He even stepped closer but then realized you wouldn’t appreciate it. He also realized the guy you were with at Pop’s was closer than he thought he’d be. Zig was standing near, in case you got uncomfortable and he had to force Reggie to leave.

So Reggie just nodded and stepped back. “Okay, take your time, think it through.” He glanced at Zig who was just leaning against the wall, in nothing but his boxers, with a glare. And against the desire to hit the guy, Reggie just took a deep breath and focused his attention back to you. “I’ll be waiting.”

You smiled shortly and shut the door behind him after he had stepped out.