The difference Pt6
What happens when you're forced to move in with your childhood enemy? Is he just a spoiled rich boy who only cares about himself? Are you just the girl he's decided to hate? Or is there something deeper? Or will the difference between you two push you apart?
Warnings: cursing, fingering, fake dating,
So this part wasnt long, but things are getting juicy...
After Chris and I’s thing, or whatever that was, yesterday, I decided to stay in my room for the remainder of the day, which was until dinner. Our parents insisted on having dinner at the dinner table every night, i dont know why but they said something along the lines of “we all havent done this in so long its a nice way to end the day.” so against my will i walked down stairs to see both of our parents sitting down, our moms next to each other and our fathers at each end of the table and one empty seat right next to chris.
I sat down, not batting an eye at him. It was like the tension was eating me alive. It had never been like this before. I mean, yeah, I could barely stand being in the same room with him, but this time was different.
Mary Lou had made shepherd's pie for dinner, and I was just trying to finish my dinner and go back to my room when Chris cleared his throat and grabbed my hand, oh my- no, what is he doing??
“ Y/n and I are dating,” Chris said with a big smile on his face. Both of our parents stopped placing their forks down while giving each other confused looks, they knew me and Chris didnt like each other and had always said we would end up together or that we were secretly in love, but we always brushed them off and told them they were delusional.
But now Chris was making all their words come true, the secret being in love, the “you guys are going to end up together.” What was he doing? I kicked Chris’s leg under the table, and he shot me a glare before squeezing my hand tighter, “Yeah, we realised you guys were right, we’ve just been in love this whole time. Right, Y/n?” Chris asked, looking over at me. “Uh, yeah, yeah, just so in love,” I fake-smiled while squeezing his hand back.
Our parents seem to believe us and just congratulated us on “being in love”. After dinner, I was walking back upstairs when Chris caught up. “What were you doing? Trying to get us caught in a lie?” Chris nudged my arm. “You never said we were telling them?! Now how are we going to explain to them we aren't in love when we have to break up our FAKE relationship?” I ask as we got to the top of the stairs.
“We are going to need to be a couple in public, and my mom knows, like every other mom in this neighbourhood, it would eventually get back to them anyway,” Chris responded. “Okay, well, don't do anything without running it past me from here on out, okay?” Chris nodded in response before saying, “Well, goodnight, babe.” I cringed at the words on the outside, but on the inside, I was melting. Why were his words starting to have such an effect on me? “We are only dating to the public, don't be weird in private, Chris.” And with that, I walked into my room.
Sleep came slowly, but when morning finally arrived, I awoke with a mixture of anxiety and determination. The sunlight streamed through my window, casting a warm glow across the room. I took a deep breath as I got ready, carefully picking out an outfit that screamed confidence but still felt like me. Downstairs, I was greeted by the enticing smell of breakfast again. Chris was already at the table, scrolling through his phone, his tousled hair making him look effortlessly good.
When he noticed me, his eyes sparkled, and a smirk spread across his face. “Morning, gorgeous,” he teased, that familiar cockiness in his voice. “Ready to show off our ‘relationship’ today?” I rolled my eyes but felt my cheeks warm slightly. “Oh, please. Let’s just get through the day without making it more dramatic than it has to be,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.
He chuckled, that playful glint still evident in his eyes. “Dramatic? Where’s the fun in that? You know it’s going to be a spectacle, especially for Scott.” As we finished breakfast, I couldn’t ignore the butterflies swirling in my stomach. Today, we would reveal our so-called relationship to the world, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chris was going to enjoy this just a bit too much. The drive to school was filled with banter, Chris flirting shamelessly with me while I tried to keep my composure. “You’ve gotta lighten up, Y/N! Just think of it as acting. We're in a rom-com now,” he declared, grinning at me. “More like a rom-train-wreck,” I shot back, shaking my head, but I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
When we arrived at school, the parking lot was already buzzing with students. As we stepped out of the car, Chris grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and gave me a playful look. “Time to put on the show.” I took a deep breath as we walked toward the entrance, trying to brace myself for the stares and whispers that would undoubtedly follow.
The moment we stepped inside, I could feel dozens of eyes on us. “Look at the happy couple!” someone shouted, laughter filling the air. Chris puffed his chest out, clearly relishing the attention, while I fought the urge to hide. “Thanks! We know we look good,” he called back, flashing that charming grin that made my stomach flip. I couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed or impressed with how easily he fell into the role of the cocky boyfriend. As we approached our lockers, I caught sight of Scott leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a bemused expression on his face.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the new power couple,” he quipped, an eyebrow raised. “Yep, you’re looking at the hottest couple in school,” Chris said, his tone light but confident. He leaned slightly closer to me, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “Right, babe?” Caught off guard, I stammered, “Um, yes! Totally,” my cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Scott looked between us, trying to gauge if this was real. “Seriously? You two?” “Oh, it’s definitely real,” Chris replied with a wink, leaning closer to me again, making it look like I was in on the joke.
“Right, Y/N?” I forced a smile, my heart racing. “Yeah! Real. As in, we’re not just friends anymore, Scott.” The words tumbled out faster than I’d intended, but I went with it. Chris laughed, giving me a light squeeze on my hand. “See? She’s totally into it. Who wouldn’t be with me?” I shot him a glare, unwilling to admit that his confidence was somewhat infectious.
Scott looked between us for any signs that we were lying, but I guess Chris’s overly confident persona convinced him because he just rolled his eyes and walked away. As I put my bag away in my locker, I couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved that the moment Chris and I had yesterday didn't make things incredibly awkward between us.
He was so good at making us seem like a couple that I had felt like I wasn't really pulling my own weight, but if im being honest, other than Scott, I hadn't really had a real relationship, and know what I do now about Scott, I know he wasn't a real relationship either.
But there was just something different about Chris now; he was much easier to talk to, like this morning in the car, he kept making jokes, and I didn't show this obviously. Still, they didn't bother me like they used to; they weren't as annoying. Part of me actually wanted to laugh, but that would stroke his ego too much, and trust me, the last person who needs their ego stroked is Chris.
The rest of the day, anytime Chris saw me, he smiled at me, one time even blew me a kiss, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me butterflies, but I could never let Chris know that.
After school, Chris and I were sitting in the living room, our parents not home yet. I turned to Chris, “So, when are we acting on the whole getting Scott and your whole gang locked up?” I questioned. “We?” Chris questions back, “You're going to just keep pretending to be my girlfriend, and I'll take care of the gang and Scott,” he replied. “Okay, so im just a pawn? You do realise im the one he had kidnapped, and I was the one who got hurt, I wanna lock him up just as much as you do,” I replied, feeling my anger build. “I know that Y/n but ive been trying to figure out how to do this forever, i dont need you to mess it all up.” those words struck hard, “i thought that maybe you had changed since boston, but turns out i was wrong,” i replied before storming off to my room not coming out until dinner, but i mostly ignored chris and just hurried up and ate my dinner.
Chris lay in bed, tossing and turning as guilt gnawed at him. The memory of the harsh words he’d thrown at Y/N replayed in his mind: telling her that she’d ruin the plan to lock up Scott and the gang if she tried to do anything more than just pretend to be his girlfriend.
He had been overwhelmed by the stress of the scheme and lashed out at her when all she wanted was to help. It didn’t sit right with him, and he knew he needed to make things right. As the clock ticked past midnight and the house slipped into a tranquil silence, Chris resolved to act. After all, Y/N hadn’t just come all the way to LA to play a part in his plan.
He slipped out of bed with determination, ensuring he didn’t wake his parents, and crept down the softly carpeted hallway toward her room. After a quick knock received no answer, he turned the knob and stepped into her dimly lit sanctuary. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her space, highlighting the personal touches she had added—a few framed photos, posters of her favorite bands, and a cozy reading nook piled with books.
Y/N lay on her bed, her dark hair splayed across the pillow, a look of surprise crossing her face as he entered. “Chris?” she murmured, propping herself up on one elbow. “Hey,” he replied softly, stepping further into the room. “Can we talk?” “Sure,” she replied, her tone cautious yet inviting. She tossed the covers aside and sat up, her gaze steady on him. Chris took a deep breath, anxiety mixing with determination. “I messed up earlier. I’m sorry for saying you’d ruin everything. I was stressed and took it out on you when you’re just trying to help. I really regret it.” For a moment, Y/N stared at him, her expression a mixture of understanding and hurt.
“I appreciate that, Chris. I just wanted you to know I’m in this with you, not against you.” “Exactly,” he said, stepping closer, urgency creeping into his voice. “You’ve done so much for me, and I don’t want to make you feel unappreciated. I want to show you how much you mean to me.” A charged silence filled the room as their eyes locked. Chris sensed the palpable tension between them, something deeper stirring beneath the surface. He took a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from her, and in that moment, he knew he wanted to make it up to her in a more intimate way.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Promise you won't punch me for this.” Her breath caught for a moment, surprise flickering in her eyes before she softened. “Chris..” He stepped even closer, reaching out to brush a thumb over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers. “I want to show you how much I care.”
With a mix of anticipation and courage, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a gentle yet firm kiss. It was tentative at first, as if they were both testing the waters, but the sensation quickly ignited into something deeper, more passionate. As Y/N responded, her hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Chris felt a rush of relief and exhilaration wash over him as he pressed his body against hers. The kiss transformed from an apology to a promise. He never wanted to misrepresent their connection again; this was real, and he wanted her to feel it.
As Chris kissed me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The kiss didnt break didn't falter, it only seemed to get deeper. Chris walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. He broke the kiss only to push me back onto my bed before crawling onto my bed, hovering over me. His eyes locked onto mine, almost trying to read my mind, silently asking for permission. When he saw that I wasn't backing away, he leaned back in, capturing my lips in another heat-filled kiss.
His free hand that wasn't holding himself up found the side of my neck, squeezing slightly, then sliding down to my waist, and his lips trailed hot open mouth kisses down the collum of my neck. My body leaned into his touch, and I could feel him smiling against my skin. His lips worked their way down to my chest before coming to an abrupt stop.
Chris sat up with that same shit eating grin on his face, “someone's needy,” his hands continued to rub up and down my sides. I rolled my eyes in response, but he just chuckled, “needy but still too stubborn to admit it, should I just leave?” he said, going to stand up, but I caught his hand before he could. “No, don't,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Huh? Couldn't quite hear ya, baby.” My face grew red before I spoke louder. “Please don't go,” he chuckled again. “I wasn't planning on it, just wanted to hear you beg a little,” he said before leaning back down and latching his lips back onto my neck. His hand that’s resting on my stomach now, slowly sliding down to just above the waistband of my sweat pants. “Chris,” I said, my breath hitching as his fingers just barely slip under the waistband. “What is it, pretty girl?” he mumbled against my neck.
“Don't tease,” I replied, “I’m not, jus relax.” And with that, his hand slipped past my waistband, his hand pressing against my clothed core, causing me to let out a small whine. He moved his fingers in small circles over my clit, feeling the wet on my panties that is now soaking his hand. “Mm, so wet for me already?” he questioned, sitting up a little to look at me.
feeling a little embarrassed by how easily Chris had turned me on, I turned away, but he firmly grabbed my jaw, facing me back towards him, “Ah, don't look away, wanna see that pretty face,” he said as his fingers slipped under my panties, now finding my bare core, rubbing tight circles on my clit. I let a small moan out as one finger pressed against my entrance before sliding inside, pumping slowly before he added another finger, his thumb still working on my clit.
He began pumping his fingers faster, drawing more moans out of me, his lips going back to sucking and kissing my neck. He continued his work on my swollen clit, his fingers pumping faster and harder.
“Fuck Chris, yes!” I moaned, my back arching off my bed. “There you go, pretty girl, that's it.” Chris’s fingers continued plunging in and out of my soaked cunt with such skill that I was so close, I could feel the knot forming low and deep in my stomach. “Chris, fu..fuck gonna cum” I moaned again, grabbing his bicep to try and ground myself.
Chris’s pace didn't falter, he worked me through and earth earth-shattering orgasm as I moaned out his name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Chris!” I yelled as his fingers slowed, and he soon pulled them out. I peeled my eyes open to see Chris bringing his fingers to his mouth, then sucking my juices clean off of them. “Fuck pretty girl, you taste just as good as you look,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead before rolling over to lie next to me.
“Yeah, im gonna need to see that pretty face when you come again”, he chuckled, “I don't think im gonna be able to go without feeling that ever again”, I joked back, still out of breath. Chris rolled over, putting his head on my chest as he idly drew light patterns over my stomach, and for the rest of the night, we lay there like that. Together.
But this new feeling, would it make a difference between us? Could this be something sweet, or something sour?