CHAPTER 41:
Records.
Quinn

"Am I too prude?" 

"What?"

"Where's this coming from?"

I sighed, "It's just. . .I feel like Eli wants more but I'm too nervous to do anything and I don't want to drive him away."

"That's right. You and lip haven't even kissed yet, huh?" Yasmine asked, too focused on her lipstick to focus on the call.

"Yas, don't call him that," Sam scolded.

"What? It's not like we bully him anymore."

"I just always get so nervous that my hands start becoming sweaty, a-and it's gross and I overthink. Like what if I smell? D-does my breath smell?"

Does he want to go further?

It's only been a month, but still.

"Communication is the key to all great relationships," Moon told me, smiling like the literal sun.

"I know," I groaned, "It's just so awkward. You know what I said when he asked me what I wanted?"

"To be a psychology major," They all said in sync, making me even more embarrassed.

"Look, you both like each other, right?" Yas asked, turning her full attention to me.

"Yeah."

"Then there's physical attraction, right?"

I shifted in my bed, "Y-yes."

His abs are really nice.

"He's a literal puppy when it comes to you, Quinn. He would rather kill himself than ever see you mildly upset. Just tell him what you want, when you want it."

"With consent," Moon chimed in.

"Just don't push yourself. Being uncomfortable is the worst feeling, even if your partner is enjoying themselves," Sam told me, and I couldn't ask for better friends.

"Thanks guys."

"Use a condom!"

"Yasmine!"

School wasn't really the major thing on my mind right now. My grades were great and everything seemed to be simmering down since the big fight, which I worked very hard not to remember. 

Eli hasn't come to therapy with me, mainly because I told him he didn't need to but it always felt lonely without him there. Even during the whole Cobra Kai thing, I could still remember that cheap cologne he always wore to my therapy sessions and how it brought me comfort.

It was like my own safety blanket.

Then, I remembered.

He left his jacket here.

We did a Harry Potter marathon and at one point, he took off his jacket and forgot about it. It remained on my dresser, all neat and waiting to be returned.

But. . .every girlfriend has to steal a hoodie.

That's like the rules.

I grabbed it and prayed that the washing machine jaunt eliminated his signature scent as I smelled it. I immediately smiled and felt myself relax, and took off my shirt before throwing it over myself.

I looked at myself in my mirror and. . .

Oh.

Right.

We have no height difference.

It fits me, but at least Eli isn't one to buy fitting hoodies. It hung off me slightly, and it still smelt like him, so there's a plus.

I'm going to be the most badass and awesome girlfriend ever.

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Happy Holidays everyone! Im so excited to be writing this series again, and there will be some 16+ scenes going forward since teenagers do have urges. Also I have one more twist to this story, but I'm waiting on the next season to see if I'll go through with it.