How to be a Fuckboy
Reagan had traded numbers with Jessica after they met on the Fourth of July and the two actually hadn’t spoken much until he got a late night text from the brunette who seemed a little inebriated and he was just as much, so they ended up making plans for the next day. When he woke up in the morning or rather around two in the afternoon, he pulled on sweatpants and went to make coffee in his kitchen and pulled out his phone to order food when he heard a knock on his door. He opened it with a squinted expression before remembering that he’d made plans and with a little look of surprise on his face he held open the door to let her in. “Hey, sorry, I slept in, forgot you were coming by. Come on in.” He said as he ran a hand through his bedhead hair. “I was just going to order food, d’ya want anything?”










