with every hot guy in his class.
“H'oh man,“ Grant breathed, so discombobulated that he nearly jerked out of his seat when the phone rang. He groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“I’m so screwed, and I’m not even getting laid.”
Of course, after that, the rest of the evening was disappointing in the area of Grant attempting to woo Clayton with his incompetence. They got hit with runs that kept everyone busy for the last few hours until Grant was locking up at eight without ever having seen Clayton since lunch. Jessica was outside, waving from her car as he made his way over.
“Hey Jess, thanks for the ride,“ he grinned, buckling himself in, “One of the drivers is supposed to be fixing my car this week, so hopefully this won’t happen that much.”
Jessica stared at him for a long moment before she started the car. “Sure is a nice guy, fixing your car and all.”
“Oh my god, you don’t even KNOW. ” Grant cried, throwing his arms out. “I swear this dude is like, inhuman. He’s totally got this creepy ‘ hello, Clarise ’ stare then he’ll turn around and be all nice and shit. But he hates being nice so when he does it you have to act like you don’t even realize he’s being nice. This one time--”
“At band camp?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Jessica burst into laughter, reaching out to pat Grant on the leg sympathetically when he crossed his arms and slouched into his seat. “I’m sorry, Grant, you set yourself up for that. Continue?”
Grant huffed, but continued anyway, because all of these emotions were building up inside of him with more force than a mentos meeting a bottle of coke. “I don’t even know, Jessica. He’ll act all irritated at me when I’m sending him on some calls, but then he’ll be super nice-but-not-really and do shit like bring me curly fries. He brought me curly fries, Jessica! I had to shove my money at him just to keep from feeling guilty!”
Smothering a grin, Jessica turned at the light and shook her head. “You really sound like you’ve got your hands full. I haven’t heard you this worked up since that time Alyse said you were cute.”
“Okay, dude, legitimate reason for a freakout. Nobody calls me cute, everyone calls me a spazz and--and a chipmunk! But never cute!”
“A chipmunk?” Jessica asked incredulously. Grant choked, his face doing that lets-start-our-own-internal-combustion thing again.
“Clayton said I look like a chipmunk when I’m eating," he admitted weakly. Jessica laughed, the sound filling her car and making Grant wish that he had a bucket of shame to put over his head.
They talked about classes for the rest of the ride, breaking only for Grant to rant more about Clayton and his ass that could rival Hercules’, until they pulled up into his driveway. Grant gathered his things, slipping out of the car with a farewell to Jessica when she rolled her window down to call his name.
“Hey, Grant!” Grant turned, and Jessica gave him a wide, knowing grin. “Chipmunks are cute.”
“Oh my god, get out of here!” Grant yelped, flipping her his middle finger and then practically stomping his way into the house.
His dad wasn’t home, already out for the night shift, so Grant scribbled him a message that he needed a ride into work the next morning before hiking upstairs to shower and wind down before bed.
His lack of sleep from the night prior made it easy for Grant to climb into bed after a good online gaming session, jerk off, toss his soiled tissues in the trash, and pass out entirely.
The next morning was greeted with far less bed-intruders, until Grant's phone rang at a quarter to eight and he scrambled to answer it after seeing Clayton’s name on the caller ID.
“Are you awake this time?” Clayton asked, his voice just shy of jesting. Grant fumbled to finish buttoning his pants, tripping over his backpack in his mad dash for the
“H'oh man,“ Grant breathed, so discombobulated that he nearly jerked out of his seat when the phone rang. He groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“I’m so screwed, and I’m not even getting laid.”
Of course, after that, the rest of the evening was disappointing in the area of Grant attempting to woo Clayton with his incompetence. They got hit with runs that kept everyone busy for the last few hours until Grant was locking up at eight without ever having seen Clayton since lunch. Jessica was outside, waving from her car as he made his way over.
“Hey Jess, thanks for the ride,“ he grinned, buckling himself in, “One of the drivers is supposed to be fixing my car this week, so hopefully this won’t happen that much.”
Jessica stared at him for a long moment before she started the car. “Sure is a nice guy, fixing your car and all.”
“Oh my god, you don’t even KNOW. ” Grant cried, throwing his arms out. “I swear this dude is like, inhuman. He’s totally got this creepy ‘ hello, Clarise ’ stare then he’ll turn around and be all nice and shit. But he hates being nice so when he does it you have to act like you don’t even realize he’s being nice. This one time--”
“At band camp?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Jessica burst into laughter, reaching out to pat Grant on the leg sympathetically when he crossed his arms and slouched into his seat. “I’m sorry, Grant, you set yourself up for that. Continue?”
Grant huffed, but continued anyway, because all of these emotions were building up inside of him with more force than a mentos meeting a bottle of coke. “I don’t even know, Jessica. He’ll act all irritated at me when I’m sending him on some calls, but then he’ll be super nice-but-not-really and do shit like bring me curly fries. He brought me curly fries, Jessica! I had to shove my money at him just to keep from feeling guilty!”
Smothering a grin, Jessica turned at the light and shook her head. “You really sound like you’ve got your hands full. I haven’t heard you this worked up since that time Alyse said you were cute.”
“Okay, dude, legitimate reason for a freakout. Nobody calls me cute, everyone calls me a spazz and--and a chipmunk! But never cute!”
“A chipmunk?” Jessica asked incredulously. Grant choked, his face doing that lets-start-our-own-internal-combustion thing again.
“Clayton said I look like a chipmunk when I’m eating," he admitted weakly. Jessica laughed, the sound filling her car and making Grant wish that he had a bucket of shame to put over his head.
They talked about classes for the rest of the ride, breaking only for Grant to rant more about Clayton and his ass that could rival Hercules’, until they pulled up into his driveway. Grant gathered his things, slipping out of the car with a farewell to Jessica when she rolled her window down to call his name.
“Hey, Grant!” Grant turned, and Jessica gave him a wide, knowing grin. “Chipmunks are cute.”
“Oh my god, get out of here!” Grant yelped, flipping her his middle finger and then practically stomping his way into the house.
His dad wasn’t home, already out for the night shift, so Grant scribbled him a message that he needed a ride into work the next morning before hiking upstairs to shower and wind down before bed.
His lack of sleep from the night prior made it easy for Grant to climb into bed after a good online gaming session, jerk off, toss his soiled tissues in the trash, and pass out entirely.
The next morning was greeted with far less bed-intruders, until Grant's phone rang at a quarter to eight and he scrambled to answer it after seeing Clayton’s name on the caller ID.
“Are you awake this time?” Clayton asked, his voice just shy of jesting. Grant fumbled to finish buttoning his pants, tripping over his backpack in his mad dash for the
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