I grinned and agreed, “Lucky me."
Belle sighed, a regretful tone in her voice that took me a little by surprise given how chipper she'd been five seconds earlier.
I glanced down to see her lost in thought, and I squeezed her against my side to jostle her loose while asking, “Hey, what's wrong?"
“Hmm? Nothing. Nothing's wrong."
I arched an eyebrow and stared at her silently, waiting for her to crack.
Three, two, one...
“Okay well maybe it's not nothing. Maybe I'm a little jealous she gets to be your girlfriend and I can't."
I blinked twice and frowned. "Wait, what?"
Belle screwed up her face, frowned, and finally shook her head. Without another word, she slipped out of my arms onto the floor in front of me and started pulling down my gym shorts.
“Hey, wait," I interrupted, grabbing onto my waistband and not letting her yank them down.
“What are you doing?”
She stared up at me as if I were the dumbest cow on Earth. "What does it LOOK Like I'm doing?"
“It looks like you're trying to give me a blowjob to distract me from the fact that you don't want to talk about feeling jealous of Neevie.”
Belle pursed her lips and sighed, staring at my crotch without actually staring at my crotch. She sat back on her heels, her shoulders sagged, and after taking a deep breath, she looked up at me with moisture in her pale green eyes. And in a quiet voice, she mumbled, “It should've been me who was your girlfriend.”
I cocked my head.
“I thought you didn't--"
“I didn't," she interjected.
“You were the one who got me and Neevie together.”
“I was," she agreed.
“Then?"
Belle sighed. "I Love my friends; I really do. I love seeing them happy and satisfied. I Love that none of them have to worry about all the emotional angst of dating or get into the rumor mill about what boys they like and which boys like them Like so many other high schoolers.
And I love... I mean LOVE watching you plow the shit out them."
I arched an eyebrow.
Belle smirked and muttered, "I know, I know, you smell a ‘but' coming."
I shrugged wordlessly.