In the later half of month of June, I'll be sharing a piece of fanfiction a day for 16 days straight. I'm challenging myself with this as a way to keep developing my writing skills and also be more active on this blog.
I'll be writing stand-alone stories but I will still be open to multi-parts stories if the demand calls for it.
pairing : garrett graham x reader
rating : nsfw
warnings : sexual descriptions ; mutual pining ; anxiety
wc : 3.2k (edited)
part I part II
“What do you mean you can’t ride a bike?” Garrett asked. You’d think you just told him that you step on baby turtles as a hobby.
“I mean, I don’t know how to ride a bike. I never learned,” you state flatly.
“But, like, everyone knows how to ride a bike,” he flung his hands up dramatically, “It’s literally just a bike.”
“Garrett, sweetie, it being just a bike doesn’t miraculously make me know how to ride it,” you retorted, before taking a sip of your energy drink.
“Looks like we know what we’re doing this weekend,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what he meant.
“Please no, I’m too old to be falling off bikes. Like I might actually die or something,” you groaned.
“First of all, you’re not even twenty-five yet, and second of all, that drink will kill you before a bike ever does,” he pointed at the can in your hand.
“Well, if I have to choose my poison then this is how I go,” you said, shaking your half-empty can, to which he chuckled.
“So Saturday at the park around 11? We can take some snacks and chill there too,” he offered.
“It’s not like you’d let me say no,” you responded.
“Ah, you’re learning.”
You and Garrett had been spending quite a bit of time together lately. You were growing used to his presence around you but just when you thought you were ready to move further with him, doubt crept in and shut you up.
You always hung around campus, your dorm or a third-space. Never his place because you still didn’t find it in yourself to face Dean without wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You never told Garrett this but you figured he had connected the dots by now.
Your friend seemed to like Garrett as well, much to your relief. So much so that she had started talking about how cute of a couple you’d be. You couldn’t help feeling slightly irked at her change of tune. When you were all over Dean she never said things like this, and though your feelings for him had dwindled, you mourned not having this type of support when you wanted it most.
Resistance wasn’t really your forte, so the ‘just friends’ thing immediately turned into a ‘just friends with benefits’ thing. You weren’t proud of the lack of restraint you showed but you were literally just a girl in the world. What could you do? The man did say he had game where it mattered.
Saturday rolled around quick enough, but then again you were basically glued by the hips now so it wasn’t like you had to wait to see him.
You were surprised at how gentle and patient he was as a teacher. Especially with a chronic klutz as his student.
“Don’t let go, Garrett!” you squealed as you struggled to keep the bike upright. Garrett held onto the back of the seat and one of the handles, guiding you forward.
As silly as it looked, it was terrifying. Your palms were sweating and your heart pounding as though you were aboard a rollercoaster — another thing you hated but knew better than to tell Garrett.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he laughed.
“Don’t laugh!”
“Okay, jeez, I’m sorry,” he said, now stifling his laughter.
It took you an hour to successfully ride the bike on your own and you couldn’t stop. Garrett stared at you and cheered you on as you giggled your way around him. You could see the hype around it. It felt so liberating, almost exhilarating but maybe that was your inner child speaking.
“There you go!” He cheered on.
When you finally decided to get off the bike, you both laid down on the blanket you had spread out with a few snacks and drinks. You munched on your chips as you chatted about nothing and everything.
“You know, I’m really glad you’re a persistent person,” you said.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm…” you nodded.
You stared at each other. Both of you quietly absorbing what your words meant. Your eyes drifted to his lips, that looked more enticing than usual, but you turned away hoping he didn’t notice.
“Hey,” he called out.
You turned your head back to him, only to be caught by surprise by his lips on yours. They moved with a sensual slowness, not too deep or forceful, and with just the right amount of want in it.
When you separated, the air between you was calm. There was an ease that you’d never felt before, yet somehow felt familiar. You knew he felt it too as you smiled shyly at each other.
“That was nice,” you whispered, breaking the silence.
“It was,” he whispered back, leaning back in for another.
“Garrett! My man!” you pull apart startled by the familiar voice shouting out from a distance. Your eyes widened as you saw Dean and Beau making their way towards you as you sat up.
“Sup guys?” Dean said as he stood over you. You were sure you looked as uncomfortable as you felt but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Uh, we’re good. What’re you guys doing here?” Garrett asked.
“Just passing by when we saw you guys and came to say hi,” Beau responded.
“Right.”
“Hey Y/N, long time no see,” Dean said casually. You couldn’t tell if he was mocking you or being genuine but his demeanor alluded to the latter.
“Yeah, how have you been?” You asked, hoping the tension you felt didn’t appear in your voice.
“All good around here,” he smiled.
“Good.”
With your very abrupt answer, an awkward silence settled.
“And by the way, don’t forget that Tucker’s wants us all home for his dinner party today,” Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at Garrett.
“Oh shit! Yeah, thanks for reminding me, I actually forgot about that,” Garrett said with a slight cringe.
“Y/N, you should join us. Meet the rest of the guys and all,” Dean suggested.
“Um, I don’t think I’ll be able to —” You began brewing up an excuse.
“Oh come on. It will be fun,” he insisted.
“She can’t, dude,” Garrett interjected. “Maybe next time.”
“Fine. But next time for sure though, okay?”
You pursed your lips and nodded.
“Cool, we’ll leave you lovebirds alone now then,” Dean teased before he and Beau left.
“Sorry about them,” Garrett apologised.
“It’s no issue really,” you shook your head.
“But the offer still stands, if you change your mind and want to come over. Tucker is probably the best cook on campus.”
“I’ll think about it,” you said with a smile, hoping it didn’t come out fake.
“That’s good enough for me.”
—
“You should totally go,” your friend said.
Your face was deep in your pillow as you tried to drown out her voice.
“Come on, if not for yourself then for Garrett,” you felt her lay her head on your back. “He’s been amazing to you, and I think it would mean a lot to him if you went over and met his friends.’
“Fuck, you’re right,” you muttered miserably.
“Of course I am,” she snorted. “Now go get ready and let Garrett know you’re going.”
A snail could move faster than you with how you dragged yourself up. You texted Garrett letting him know that you’d show up and threw your phone to the side before he answered. You took a deep breath already regretting sending it but now you really had to commit.
You opted for a cute floral dress and kept your makeup to a minimum. It was silly how nervous you were to go, and though you recognised that you held all the tension and awkwardness, you couldn’t help but feel a bit icky at the fact that you’d be sitting at a table with two guys you’ve slept with and developed feelings for. May this be a lesson to add distance between your men.
It was weird how Garrett AND Dean didn’t seem to mind that you had slept with both of them. Multiple times at that. But you did appreciate that Garret was more than willing to overlook it, considering you were “seeing where things would go”.
You had been sitting in your car for ten minutes trying to calm your jittery stomach, when a knock on your window startled you. These damn men and knocking on your car, jeez.
John Logan stood on the other side.
“Can I help you?” You asked as soon as you rolled down your window.
“Can I? You’ve been sitting here for some time now?” He chuckled.
“Shit, you guys noticed?” you panicked.
“Well yes, we’ve been waiting for you to come in for a while now.”
“Oh. Yeah, I just needed to, um… uh…yeah, anyway, let’s go in,” you stammered trying to think of an excuse before ultimately giving up.
Logan opened the door and helped you out . Not that it was needed but still a sweet gesture that you thanked him for.
“So, Garrett’s girlfriend, huh? How’d you manage to lock him down?” Logan joked as you walked up the stairs.
“Oh no! We’re not dating,” you chuckled awkwardly.
“Ah, I see.”
You entered and were immediately fit with the warm delicious scent of the meal that was being cooked.
“Y/N! Hey!” Dean, who was sitting at the couch with Beau and another girl you didn’t recognise, yelled out. “I see you decided to join us.”
He smiled brightly at you as your gaze flickered between him and the girl. Shocking yourself, you didn’t feel the jealousy you usually did whenever this happened but you still found the situation weird even if it seemed like it was only you feeling it.
“Yeah, couldn’t miss out on a meal by the best cook on campus as I was told,” you responded with a meek smile.
“You are in for the dining experience of your life. There’s truly nothing like it,” he said with an exaggerated tone of adoration.
“Fuck you, man,” Tucker yelled from the kitchen.
“What? I’m literally complimenting your godlike skills in the kitchen.”
“I can’t deny that, actually,” Tucker shrugged. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”
“Hi Tucker, I’m good and you? This all smells amazing by the way,” you complimented, eyeing the dishes on the kitchen island.
“Thank you, thank you,” he bowed dramatically. “And I’m glad you were able to join us.”
“Thanks for having me.”
“Garrett is in his room by the way if you wanna go up and check up on him,” Tucker said, “Dinner will be ready in about ten.”
“Cool, I’ll go to him then,” you said, making your way to the stairs. “Which one is his room?”
“The one next to mine,” Dean answered. You cringed at the fact that you knew exactly where he meant.
Tucker and Logan looked like they were ready to choke on their stifled laughs and Dean smiled “innocently” at you. Well, isn’t that helpful?
“Great, thanks.”
“No problem.”
You rolled your eyes and made your way to Garrett’s room. You knocked on his door and waited for the muffled “come in” to enter.
A wet Garrett stood by his dresser, picking out a t-shirt with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked up at you and smiled instantly as you closed the door behind you.
“Y/N…” he said.
Your eyes roamed over his damp body as though you’d never seen it before. Looking glorious as ever.
“Hi,” you bit your lip.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased.
“Yep,” you responded bashfully to which he grinned.
You sat on his bed, taking in his bedroom. It was neater than what you expected from a college jock.
“I like your decor,” you mused.
“Of course you do. I have great taste,” he retorted.
“A very basic taste,” you backfired.
“Good taste nonetheless.”
“Aren’t you a cocky little thing,” you rolled your eyes.
“I am cocky but not a “little thing”. You know that,” he smirked, making his way to stand hovering you. Your face was near his groin, and you knew exactly where this was going.
“I’m not blowing you with your friends right downstairs,” you looked up at him.
“I never asked you to. Please they wouldn’t care,” he snickered, turning away from you and getting dressed.
“I think dinner should be ready by now,” you said.
“Yeah, we can go down now,” he said as he finished getting dressed. “And thanks for coming tonight. It means a lot to me.”
You smiled at him. He took your hand and you both went down stairs where everyone was already seated at the table. You and Garret took your seats, with you sitting in front of the only other girl.
“I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Amy by the way,” the girl smiled at you.
“Y/N, nice to meet you,” you smiled back.
She seemed nice, and you were glad that you didn’t prematurely judge her as you would, had it been the “you” from three months ago.
“Here we are, my dear friends. Honey and orange roasted duck with creamy mashed potatoes and cucumber salad with dill.” he announced, proudly setting the last of the food dishes on the table.
“Oh my goodness, Tucker,” you awed, “this looks spectacular.”
“Right? I don’t remember the last time I had a homemade meal this elaborate,” Amy added.
“Feast away, my friends!”
There was no need to tell you twice as you all dug into the meal in front of you. It was truly mouth-watering but the cozy atmosphere was what really tied it all together.
Jokes and lighthearted teasing bounced around the table, funny stories being shared and laughter filling the room. You almost forgot that you didn’t want to come in the first place, and you definitely forgot the feeling of unease you carried in as you interacted with the people at the table as friends. Including Dean, who you would’ve once given your heart to.
With you and Amy being the only girls, you broke into girl chat on the side. The more you spoke to her the more you liked her. You noticed Dean glancing at her every now and again. He looked at her the same way Garrett looked at you.
As soon as the thought rang in your head you looked to your side, to see Garrett also looking back at you. His hand rested on your thigh, softly caressing it.
‘All good?’ he mouthed. You nodded, smiling at him. You reached for his hand and squeezed it before turning back to Amy.
The eating and chattering continued until you moved to the sofa with an apple pie for dessert and some beers and juices. Soon enough, time passed without you noticing, and by Garret’s invitation you decided to sleep over.
“That was really fun,” you whispered. The room was dark, you laid on Garrett’s chest wearing one of his t-shirts as he traced circles on your arm. Very much not “just friends” of you.
“It was,” he agreed.
“Thanks for inviting me.”
“Thanks for coming. Despite, you know…”
“I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I would actually. Barely even thought about it,” you confessed.
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, I was more focused on you instead,” you said, hoping he caught what you meant.
“Me?” You could hear the grin in his tone. You turned up your head to see his pearly whites smiling down at you.
“Yes, you.” You reached up to peck his lips, but Garrett being Garrett couldn’t leave it at that, and deepened the initially quick and innocent kiss. You didn’t mind it though.
You shifted so that you were partially on top of him. His hand trailed down your side, stopping on your lower stomach and he gently turned you over on your back. Moving further down to your core, he slipped his hand into your underwear and gently rubbed your clit before pushing two fingers past your wet entrance.
You whimpered and whined as his fingers went in and out of you. You pressed your lips harder against his in an effort to muffle the noises you were desperate to make. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, thighs trembling and toes curled. He kept thrusting his fingers as you lost yourself in the high. You came down as he slowed and pulled his fingers out.
“You liked that?”
“Loved it,” you giggled.
You pushed onto his back and got between his legs, smiling seductively at him as you pulled down his boxers to reveal his hardening shaft. You bit your lip, firmly but slowly stroking him as you lowered your mouth to his tip. Your eyes glued to his hazy ones. Lust and desire swirling in them like a storm.
Your tongue caressed his tip, savouring the salty taste of it a bit before you sucked on it as you continued stroking him.Garret whimpered at the feeling, fighting the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to break eye contact.
You stopped moving your hands to take him further into your mouth and bobbed your head slowly, finding a rhythm. His hand made its way to the back of your head and he began to gently thrust his hips upwards. He went deeper and deeper until he reached the back of your throat and easily slid beyond.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your mouth,” he moaned lowly, conscious of the people in the house. He had a way of stroking your ego. His praise went straight to your head as you put in more effort in your task.
You felt yourself grow wetter and you squeezed your legs together for some relief. As his thrusts grew sloppier, he abruptly pulled you off of him leaving a string of saliva connecting his cock to your lips. The sight ensnared him. He held your face in his hand and let a thumb slide across your soft bottom lip.
He flipped you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. He took a hold of his shaft and guided it towards your entrance.
“Ah,” you moaned.
He let his head fall into the nook of your neck and peppered it with kisses. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Each one of them hitting the perfect spot. He whispered sweet praises in your each, each of them going down to your core. The familiar pressure had begun building up and as his movements grew sloppier. Soon you reached your climax with a moan announcing your arrival.
A few more uncoordinated thrusts and Garrett, too, groaned as came. You didn’t even care that you weren’t wearing any protection as you savoured the moment. He gently rolled himself off of you. The pair of you lay on your backs with the only sound in the room being your pants.
Garrett pulled you back into his chest, holding you tight as you comfortably snuggled in.
“What do you think about being boyfriend and girlfriend?” You asked shyly against his chest.
“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?”
You nodded weakly.
“I’d also like that,” he said.
You tried to suppress the bright grin fighting to break out as you snuggled closer into him.
He chuckled, tightening his grip, but still making sure it was comfortable.
“Okay then. Goodnight, boyfriend,” you said bashfully.
“Goodnight, girlfriend.”
Look at you, you thought, finally having a boyfriend. And a hot one at that!
pairing : garrett graham x reader
rating : nsfw
warnings : unrequited love, angst, sexual descriptions
wc : 5.1k (edited)
part I part II
You weren’t the luckiest when it came to your love life. Or rather, your lack thereof.
It was as though you were hardwired to fall for the worst of the worst, bypassing and ignoring all the bright red flags they waved in your face. You were colourblind, it seemed.
It was a routine of sorts. Meet, fuck, fall in love, fuck some more, get dumped, cry about it, repeat. There was never a point in that routine where an actual relationship existed and that deeply hurt you. You felt as though you weren’t worth loving, just good enough to sleep with.
You were academically gifted, but when it came to matters of the heart, you were as slow as a sloth in the cold. So slow in fact, that you decided that messing around and crushing on Dean Di Laurentis was going to not end as badly as it did. For you at least.
You watched from the other end of the living room as Dean grinded on a gorgeous girl adorning a bold green dress that told you she dressed as Jennifer Lopez. Your jaw clenched as your throat closed up. As the tears welled in your eyes, you turned away and rushed out of the house. You accidentally bumped into your friend’s shoulder, making her follow you after noticing the scene before that prompted such a reaction from you.
“Hey, hey, sweetie, it’s okay,” she said, pulling you into her arms as you began sobbing.
“Why does this always happen to me?” you asked through the tears.
All your friend could say was “I’m sorry” as she caressed your head and led you to your car. She took the keys and drove you back home.
As you calmed down, guilt settled in as you realised that you ruined your friend’s night. Mentally cursing yourself, you took your friend’s free hand and kissed it.
“I’m so sorry, we can go back if you want. We’re not far yet,” you said.
“Go back? No, let’s go home and have a little girls night,” she said with a small smile.
“But you were really looking forward to this party,” you countered, “I can handle myself. Come on, let’s go back.”
“You sure?” she asked hesitantly.
“Of course, I’m a big girl.”
She glanced at you momentarily before muttering “okay” and turning the car around. Thankfully, the parking spot you’d left was still empty and the both of you were back in the house in no time.
You managed to find a chair in the living room, where you sat nursing a beer. You noticed that Dean wasn’t with the green dress girl anymore, but had another girl on his arm. It irked you to no end that he could so freely flaunt his endless roster in front of you and you’d feel every negative emotion imginable, but if you were to do the same with any guy, he would likely not even notice.
Suddenly one beer turned into five and your inhibitions had been lost. You were on the dancefloor with your friend — you didn’t even know where she had spawned from — and the music fuelled the adrenaline pumping through you.
You felt a large presence behind you. You wondered if you had caught the attention of the only man that mattered to you. You turned around and to your surprise, it was none other than his best friend instead. Garrett Graham.
Your bodies kept moving in unison. He smirked down at you and in your haze, you flirtatiously smiled back. He didn’t know you, or at least it seemed like he didn’t. You weren’t sure whether it stung that you weren’t even worth mentioning to his best friend but you weren’t given enough time to think about it.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” he asked. You responded with a sultry tone brought upon by your semi-drunken state.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“Really? I thought a guy like you would have more game than that?” you teased.
“A guy like me? How do you know me?”
“Everyone knows you,” you stated matter-of-factly.
“Ah. Then I should let you know that I have game where it matters.”
“Oh yeah? And where is that?”
“I can show you if you’d like.” You hadn’t noticed how close you were until his breath hit your lips, almost like a request to proceed. There was a tension brewing in the middle, one that you broke by reaching up and connecting your lips.
“Show me then,” you breathed out in the second your lips left each other.
He took you hand in his and led you upstairs into a random room. The door had barely shut and he was on you already. You didn’t know if it was the buzz of the alcohol but you heated up fast as he kissed you slow and deep.
His hand roamed your body before lifting you top over your head. He gently pushed you back onto the bed, removing your skirt and knee high boots, leaving you only in your underwear.
He looked at you with a prowess that sent chills down your back to your core. He removed his clothes before joining you in the bed and getting back to the kissing program.
You felt his hand move down your torso, stopping between your legs. You opened them further as an invitation to continue, which he took.
Pushing your underwear to the side, his slender fingers rubbed your wet lips achingly slowly, purposely avoiding your throbbing nub.
“Stop teasing me and actually do something,” you said firmly, growing more wanting.
“I am doing something,” he smirked.
“Then do more,” you bit back, “or I can just find some willing to.”
That seemed to have done the trick as his fingers quickly entered you, finding your sweet spot in no time. He stroked it fiercely. You moaned loudly. Neither of you cared about being heard.
You clenched around his fingers, signaling to him that you were close. Like the tease he was showing to be, he pulled his fingers out.
You looked at him shocked. “What the hell?”
He didn’t respond. Only rolled off of you, removed his boxers to reveal his erect shaft and laid back.
“Get on,” he instructed.
“Such a gentleman,” you grumbled sarcastically, but straddled him all the same. You sank down on him, moaning softly as you adjusted to him.
“You always make the ladies do the work?” You asked.
“Only the more mouthy ones,” he responded wittily.
As you began slowly moving up and down on him, one of his hands made its way to your covered breast and the other to your hip. His eyes flickered between your face to where your bodies joined.
He bit his lip at the sensual sight of your hips rolling against him, your jaw slacked and head tilted back. You looked even more astonishing.
Your legs grew weaker and weaker as you felt yourself get closer to the edge. Your movements began to slow, so he flipped you onto your back to let you “rest” and enjoy the ride as he set a faster pace.
“Fuck” he moaned, pressing his forehead against yours. He took a hold of your legs and placed them over his shoulders. His eyes focused on you as your eyes rolled back. He was determined to prove himself to you.
His hand slid in between your bodies to your clit. He rubbed it rapidly, watching, pleased, as you lost yourself even further. Your eyes were squeezed shut so you missed the shit-eating grin on his face as he looked down at you.
Your moans grew louder as you felt that familiar pressure building up in your gut. As his movements grew sloppier, you knew he was close too. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, thighs trembling and toes curled as you reached your climax.
Right on time for him as he pulled out not wanting to finish in you, and stroked himself before releasing onto the sheets beneath you.
You both heaved as you came down from both your highs. You sobered up as you looked at Garrett who now laid beside you.
Oh no.
Regret was a feeling you were most definitely familiar with. Actually it happened more often than you would like to admit but that never stopped you from getting into situations that would make you feel it again. You got dressed and rushed out of the room with Garrett stunned quiet watching you leave without another word.
Questions raced in your head. Did Dean see you with his friend? Did he get jealous? Will Garrett talk about it to him?
Fuck! You probably ruined what you had with Dean by sleeping with his friend.
You grabbed your friend, who fortunately didn’t drink on account of being the designated driver, and left.
The drive home was quiet as you decided to pretend to sleep the whole way to avoid being questioned. Soon enough you were in bed with your thoughts and struggling to sleep.
—-
Standing in front of his house felt pathetic. You stood there, staring at the door, pondering if you should go in or not.
With a deep breath and a count of five seconds of bravery, you went in. John Logan and a couple of other guys sat on the sofa playing some hockey game.
“Hey Logan,” you called out, “Where’s Dean?”
“His room,” Logan responded without looking at you.
You made your way upstairs to his room. You knocked on his door, and entered after hearing a soft “come in” from the other side.
Dean was laying on his bed, smiling at his phone. Your heart tightened as you thought that he was likely texting another girl.
“Hey…” Dean greeted with his brow arched inquisitively.
“Hey,” you breathed out. Your hands began to sweat and your heart raced so fast that you could feel it in your throat.
“What are you doing here?” He set his phone aside, giving you his full attention. That action made you even more nervous.
“I wanted to talk to you,” you responded meekly, still standing awkwardly by the door.
“About what?”
‘Us.”
He crunched his face in confusion. “Us?” He asked.
“Yes, us.”
“Okay, go on…” he trailed off.
You cleared your throat trying to recall the speech you had practiced for hours the night before.
“I really like you, Dean,” you began. You noticed he wanted to interrupt you but you stopped him. “I really, really like you. I know this was meant to be casual and everything, but I thought I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t at least try to see if you’d be up for something more between us.”
“Fuck,” Dean muttered. You looked at him dejected as he slowly made his way to you. He took your hands in his and you looked up at him as he seemed to struggle to find words to respond. “Look Y/N. I like you too but I’m not really a relationship guy. You know this. Plus, I thought you were seeing Garrett.”
“It was once and it was casual,” you said defensively, “I-I… I really want to be with you.’
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“We can try —”
“Y/N…” he sighed.
You didn’t realise you had started crying until his thumb swiped away the tears that you’d spilled. The feeling of humiliation washed over you like a wave. You burst out of his room and rushed back to your car. He called out to you from the hallway, not even bothering to follow you outside. Once in your car, you burst into loud sobs. You leaned against the steering wheel and cried your heart out.
You really did it to yourself. The never-ending cycle of heartbreak that you submitted yourself to every few months was pushing you to the edge of your wits. You truly believed that you were unlovable. Fuckable, for sure, but not more than that.
You were startled out of your weeping by a knock on your window. Much to your dismay and embarrassment, it was none other than Garrett. You hurriedly wiped your face before opening your window to Garrett’s concerned face.
“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asked, leaning against your car door.
“I’m fine,” you feigned a smile.
“You don’t look fine.”
“I need to go. Bye Garrett,” you said, starting your car.
“Hey, no, wait,” he stopped you, “how about we go to Malone’s and grab something to eat…or drink?”
“Look Garrett —”
“Please?” He insisted. You sighed before nodding and motioning him to hop into your car.
The drive was awkward. You knew Garrett wanted to ask why you had been crying, but you appreciated that he didn’t.
The pair of you sat in a booth in a corner, silently waiting for your orders. The air was heavy, loaded with a question that ached to be asked. When your food arrived, you nibbled on it, not really having the appetite to indulge.
“This is really good,” Garrett said with his mouth full, slicing through the tense silence between you. You just nodded in response.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked, to which you nodded again. “Wanna talk about what happened?” You shook your head.
You had a feeling he knew. You didn’t know why, but you had an inkling considering the context clues he already had. You zoned out thinking about Dean and what had happened. You cursed yourself for sleeping with Garrett in that moment of weakness. It likely cost you a relationship with the man you truly loved.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice pulled you away from your thoughts.
“You ask a lot of questions,” you responded very straightforwardly.
“I’m a curious guy,” he shrugged.
“Some people might call it nosy, actually,” you retorted.
“Same difference.”
“Look, I don’t want you to think that what happened is —”
“I know it doesn’t mean anything. I just figured you’d want some company,’ he clarified, much to your relief as you weren’t sure how you’d word out that you didn’t want anything with him.
“Great! Yeah… um” you stumbled through your words.
“I don’t wanna seem mean or anything, but as a quick word of advice, Dean isn’t a serious relationship guy. He’s a cool dude, for sure, but the sooner you realise that it’s really just sex for him, the better off you’ll be.”
You stared at him agape. The numbness that had settled in your chest began throbbing into an ache again.
“I know that now,” you croaked. “Um… I’m gonna leave now… uh…thanks for the— this, I guess.” You gather your things, abandoning the barely eaten food on your plate.
“Hey, I didn’t —”
“Please stop. I get it okay. I’m not worth a relationship.” You got up and left the diner, not even thinking about how Garrett was going to get back.
Unfortunately for you, the man was persistent, so he followed you out. You expected him to call out to you, or do something to stop you but no. He followed in silence and got into your car with you.
You looked at him, shocked at his audacity.
“So? Are you gonna drive or?” He asked.
“I’m going to my dorm,” you said.
“Cool,” he responded.
“I’m not really in the mood to detour.”
“That’s fine. We can go to your dorm.”
Rolling your eyes, you decided you were too drained to argue with him so you just drove to your dorm. You weren’t even surprised when he followed you out of your car, into the building and all the way to your room. Kimmy was away, thank goodness. You didn’t want to have to explain Garrett’s presence.
“Okay, you’ve made it this far. Can you leave now?” You asked plopping down on your bed, taking your shoes off.
“Nope,” he said, sitting next to you. You groaned as you hopped to get a nap in.
“What do you want?” You asked. He stared back, his eyes telling a tale you weren’t sure you wanted to hear, but your body reacted before you could stop it.
You lurched onto him, fiercely kissing him. It was clumsy, messy and desperate. Before you knew it, clothes were flying off.
You straddled him, slowly grinding on his erecting shaft. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements and squeezed every now and then. His lips left yours, trailing down to your neck and gently sucking on it. The tenderness of the area drew a moan out of you. His hands trailed up your body to your breasts, playing with your erect nipples.
You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second. You grinded your hips harder against him. Both of your moans filled the air, your head falling back as you felt a tension brew at the pit of your stomach. You moved faster, desperate to reach your peak, subconsciously arching your back which pushed your breasts into Garrett’s face. He took the opportunity, taking your right nipple into his mouth. He sucked, bit and flicked it.
Your mind drifted off to your time with Dean, comparing the two. When Dean had found out how aroused you got when your breasts were played with, it was game over for you. It did take him longer to figure it out than Garrett though.
“I’m close,’ you whined.
Without warning, Garrett flipped you over onto your back and nestled himself between your legs. Like the gentleman he was, he quickly lowered his head between your legs and dug into you like a starved man.
Your hands found themselves in his hair as his tongue slithered through your lower lips. You felt his finger breach your entrance that was already soaked in anticipation. Again, you couldn’t help but compare how the two were quite similar in their methods but Garrett had a subtle aggression, or rather, passion.
Back arching off the bed, legs shaking around his head. You were unraveling. You took deep breaths, trying to ground yourself from the high. Shame and guilt settled in as you thought of Dean again, and what you just did with his best friend.
“Fuck!” You groaned feeling tears sting your eyes. All of a sudden you felt more exposed, and you tried to quickly and fully cover yourself with your blankets. You couldn’t bear to look at Garrett.
“Oh shit, did I do something wrong?” he sounded panicked and no doubt looked at it as well.
“No, it wasn’t you. Can you please leave now?” you cried.
“Y/N, please talk to me,” he pleaded.
“I don’t want to. Just leave,” you all but screamed at him.
“What did Dean do?”
You went quiet for a second. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Why do you care? I don’t even know you,” you spat quite aggressively, growing tired of his persistent presence.
“Well, you know me well enough to fuck me,’ he countered.
“Oh please,” you threw the blanket from over your head to look at the now half-dressed man. “Like you haven’t fucked a bunch of girls and dumped them without even knowing their last names! You guys are all the fucking same. You use girls and then dump them like nothing.”
“I don’t —” He began but stopped mid-sentence at the look you gave that screamed ‘don’t bother lying to me’.
“Fine, but they know it’s casual too, so it’s not like I’m going around hurting them.”
“You don’t know that, do you? Maybe they want more but they know you wouldn’t give them a chance so they just settle for what you’ll give them.”
“If I don’t know that then what can I do? I make shit clear from my side, they should do the same. It’s not my fault they want something more and won’t tell me,” he said defensively.
“And you’d say yes if one of them did?” you asked with a hint of skepticism.
“Uh…I,” he stuttered. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Exactly.”
“Wait,” he said with wide eyes. You knew from the look on his face that you had given yourself away but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You just wanted him away from you.
“Is that why you’re upset? You told Dean how you felt and he rejected you?” You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment but nodded nonetheless.
“Oh,” he said dejectedly.
“Look Garrett, we can’t do this again, okay? It doesn’t feel right, especially since Dean knows,” you say in a much softer tone.
“Right…” he trailed off. “Yeah, um, cool. I’ll leave then.”
“Thanks, and I truly am sorry for… um… I don’t know, I’m just sorry, okay?” You said rubbing your eyes. Garrett quickly got dressed and left your room but not without looking at your sad laying figure one more time.
You waited to hear the main door open and close, but it never did. Furrowing your brows, you got out of bed and as you reach for your door handle, it bursts open revealing Garrett, the man who didn’t leave.
“What are you still doing here?” you whined.
“Do you wanna go to the movies with me on Friday?” he said almost breathlessly.
“What?” You were confused at the very random request.
“Do you wanna go to the movies with me? On Friday? It actually doesn’t have to be the movies. We can go anywhere really but like…do you want to?”
“Garrett,” you sighed.
“Please?” You looked into his eyes, feeling bad for pulling him into your emotional wreckage. “Sure.”
“Great!” he cheered. “I’ll let you know the details tomorrow, cool?” You nodded with little to no enthusiasm.
“Nice! I’ll leave now.” he quickly pecked your cheek before skipping out of your dorm.
—
Friday arrived quicker than you wanted. You had confirmed with Garrett to go out in the evening to watch a play on campus and then grab something to eat. You hoped it wouldn’t be at Malone’s since that’s where everyone usually hangs out but you didn’t ask further, so all you could do was wait.
Garrett was going to pick you up from your dorm. You were finishing up with the final getting ready touches with your friend lying on your bed, trying to make sense of the situation.
“I’m so lost right now,” she said for the umpteeth time.
“Girl, so am I,” you sighed.
“So like? At the party where you literally cried over Dean, you also happened to have slept with his best friend?” she questioned. Again. You cringed at the thought as you did recognise that it didn’t sound good at all. “Then three days ago you decided to confess your feelings to Dean and when he rejected you, you again messed around with his friend? Babe, you know how fucked up this sound, right?”
You groaned, pulling at your hair as you did so.
“Yes, I do. But like, it wasn’t my fault! He’s the one who keeps coming to me!” you squeal defensively.
“You can literally just say no,” she backfired. “I think you want to make Dean jealous, but babe, let me tell you now, you won’t. He could care less as you’ve seen and you’re messing around with his best friend now.”
“I was exhausted when I said yes to going out with him, but this will be the last time. The less I’m around him and Dean and anything related to them, the better,” you said with finality.
“Except, you probably already like Garrett’s attention and soon enough you’ll fall for him too. You do this all the time. Mess with a guy, fall for him, get rejected and monkey branch to the next. It’s not healthy and though I know you really want a relationship, you need to focus on yourself for a bit.”
Her words stung but they were true. You did have a habit getting with a new guy right without giving yourself the time to rest and heal from the last.
You got a text from Garrett saying he was outside. The sight of it filled you with shame as you took in your friend’s words.
“Babe, I’m not here to tell you how to like your life. Matter of fact, I’d love it if you were in the streets with the intention of being in the streets, not to find love. Just be careful, okay?” she got up to hug you from behind and left your room.
Unable to wait any longer, you responded to Garret’s text, grabbed your things and out the door you went.
You weren’t in the best mood with your friend’s musings weighing down on you but there wasn’t much you could do. It would’ve been extremely rude of you to cancel right when he was outside and you’d feel guilty over it.
“Hey,” Garrett smiled as he got out of his Jeep to open the passenger door for you.
“Hi,” you responded softly, with a small smile.
“How’re you doing?” He asked, hopping into the driver’s seat.
“Good and you?”
“Great.”
You made small talk on the way to the movies. You both decided on watching Frankenstein. You opted to share a large popcorn since you didn’t want to ruin your appetite for the dinner afterwards.
You felt a bit awkward, and you wondered if Garret felt the same. Soon you got your answer as Garrett’s fingers grazed yours as though to ask for permission to hold your hand. The action was cute and brought a fuzzy feeling in your stomach, nothing like Dean had ever done.
You softly intertwined your fingers into his, your eyes stuck to the big screen but you could sense with glazing at you.
Throughout the movie, you shared small gestures of affection. You leaned your head on his shoulder, he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. You felt like a real couple as the discomfort you felt over the situation faded.
You only let his hand go when you were in the car, driving to the restaurant he had picked out. And even then, his hand was glued to your thigh.
It was a slightly fancier restaurant with great food. You thanked yourself for having the foresight to not eat too much popcorn as you were looking forward to indulging in the meal you had ordered.
“So then, I there like ‘dude, the actual fuck?’ and he’s just looking at me like a fucking idiot half-naked in the middle of the backyard,” Garrett said, recounting a funny story of his and his friends’ adventures.
Your cheeks hurt from how much you were laughing. You were really enjoying Garrett’s company. Unfortunately, the moment of ease didn’t last and Garrett’s phone buzzed on the table, signalling that he had gotten a message. You both look down at it to see none other than Dean’s name pop up on the screen.
Your smile dropped instantly and you felt a grey cloud hover over you. He ignored the text and turned his phone over, but he noticed the shift in your mood.
This was going to be the last time.
“Don’t worry about him,” Garret said, taking your hand in his.
“I feel horrible,” you confessed.
“Don’t. He doesn’t mind. Probably doesn’t even care,” he tried comforting you but it felt worse to hear that.
“But I do. It’s not nice to sleep with the friend of the guy you like.”
“What if that friend actually likes you?” he asked. You looked at him shocked. He liked you?
“Do you?” You responded, still somewhat stunned.
“I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while now actually. Um… that’s actually why Dean kinda just stopped… um… seeing you,” he grimaced.
“Oh? Oh!”
“I didn’t know you were with him though until after the party. When I was telling the guys that I got with you and he mentioned that you guys were casually seeing each other, but that he noticed that I was constantly staring at you and…” he rambled on to the point of awkwardness.
“Oh.”
“Please say something other than that,” he begged.
“Isn’t it, like, against bro code or something like that?” You asked, still trying to make sense of the mess the situation had become.
“Uh, no?”
“So Dean knows?”
“Yes.”
“And he doesn’t mind?”
“Nope.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to go further though,” you said, looking away from Garrett. “It’s really not you. I just feel that I need time to sort myself out.”
“I get that. Really I understand. Take whatever time you need and if you still don’t want to see where this goes, again, it’s completely fine with me.” Your heart warmed at his maturity and understanding.
“Thank you,” you said softly.
The rest of the night went with the pair of you trying to get back to the carefree vibes you had going on. You couldn’t quite get them back but it was a good night regardless.
Being the gentleman he was, Garrett walked you up to your dorm room. You lingered there for a bit, thinking about what to say after tonight’s revelations.
“Um… I had lots of fun tonight,” you said meekly, “I wouldn’t mind hanging out every now and again.”
“I had lots of fun too,” he smiled, “and I will definitely hit you up to go out some more.”
“As friends though,” you quickly added.
“Yes,” he chuckled, “as friends.”
“Thanks again,” you said.
“No need to.”
You felt that the night would end perfectly if a kiss was shared to wrap it all up in a pretty bow, but no. You didn’t want to dive head first into your doom again, so friends you’d remain for now. You reached up to peck his cheek just to not feel incomplete, and giggled a bit at the hue of red on his face.
You went into your room, thanking the universe that your friend wasn’t in to interrogate you. Once you were in bed, your thoughts kept you up but not in an entirely bad way. You felt a bit giddy, but still, there was some guilt mixed in.
You finally had someone who wanted you, but you didn’t really want him back. You were willing to get to know him but you wondered if it was your desperation for a relationship pushing you or if it was a genuine desire to pursue things with Garrett.
Your phone buzzed next to your head. You picked it up to see a text from the new man that plagued your mind.
Garrett: Good night and sleep tight <3
You smiled. Dean never really bothered with these sorts of things. I mean, it was casual so why should he send you goodnight texts. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to build a friendship with Garrett for the time being and just let it flow naturally.
Just finished Off Campus and here are some thoughts hehe
I felt like I was transported back to my Wattpad era
I’m glad it wasn’t cringy
I feel that I appreciate the show much more because I haven’t read the books (or at least that's what it feels like going off of my TikTok)
As someone who doesn’t really care about what the people look like when it comes to books to screen adaptations, people are really pushing it with their reactions to the cast.
I’m honestly tired of the same weird outrage when it comes to changing the appearance of characters, especially when it’s not an integral part of their personification.
(One thing about me, the descriptions in books can be treated as suggestions hehe. If I really don’t like it, I’m changing it cause it’s LITERALLY my mind/imagination. Hence why I don’t really care about the screen adaptations looks as long as they work and the acting is good)
With the above being said, THIS WHOLE CAST IS FIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEE😮💨
I haven’t read the books but this isn’t really peaking my curiosity enough
We need to give editors more credit cause they were the only reason I watched the show actually 😬
The PG13 aspect of it (the nudity) felt weird in a way… Like they were trying to seem more mature than what it was (idk how to explain it).
The dicks scene was really unnecessary and out of place (coming from someone who isn’t really prudish when it comes to onscreen nudity)
Some people said that this is very much like Heated Rivalry… No. I see why you might think so but no
It’s right between TSITP and Heated Rivalry tho
Fun watch, nice plot, good acting… Not Emmy’s worth, sorry not sorry
The soundtrack was really meh. Already forgot most of the songs
Jules was an interesting character that I wasn’t a fan of, and after learning that she wasn’t even in the book, I was really lost as to what value she was meant to add. Seemed like a waste of screentime that could’ve gone towards another more interesting storyline.
Wish we got a bit more of Beau, he seemed so nice
DEAN AND ALLIE AAAAHHHHHHHH
They stole the show for me
Tucker and Logan are actually my husbands. They’re next to me right now even.
I was so happy that Tucker got to have his little Friendsgiving (even if it wasn’t exactly how he expected it)
I don’t condone violence (yes, I do), but Garret beating that bitch up did something to me.
Saw some people call Hannah fat… HUH?????????
Hannah’s mom might’ve healed something in me in the phone call scene and I’m so happy her parents are just amazing.
WHATCHU MEAN KEV IS A FATHER TO THAT BIG ASS MAN????
DO NOT PIRATE ANYTHING. NOT SHOWS/MOVIES. NOT GAMES OR SAFER GAMES. AND CERTAINLY NOT BOOKS. AND DO NOT DOWNLOAD YOUTUBE VIDEOS. AND NEVER EVER EVER WATCH MUSICALS WITHOUT GOING TO THEM AND DONT USE ADBLOCKERS/OTHER ADBLOCKER TO AVOID ADS AND VIRUSES PIRATING IS VERY HARMFUL TO THE CORPORATIONS WHO WORKS VERY HARD TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE AND THEIR MONEY. ANYONE WHO PIRATES IS BAD. BAD PIRATING. EVIL. OH AND THIS
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