My Best Friend's Baby

Chapter 6

James's POV

Instantly, everything clicked in my mind. The wrapper for the test, Riley's claim of feeling sick recently, her missing dance, the walls she's put up around herself. Riley's pregnant! A knock on the door pulled me out of my frantic thoughts. "James? You okay? You've been in there a while." Riley's voice called.
"Yeah." I responded, quickly coming up with a lie. "I got carried away scrolling through Instagram." Riley's reply came a minute later, and I knew she was thinking over what I had said.
"Okay then. I'll be in the entertainment room." She finally said. As her footsteps disappeared, I looked back at the wrapper. What do I do with it?! If it stays in the bathroom, her parents are sure to find it. In a split second decision, I folded it up, shoving the wrapper in my pocket, before emerging from the washroom. I sat beside her awkwardly, trying not to eye her stomach and make my newfound knowledge obvious. How could this have happened? She's been on one date. One date! Riley doesn't seem like the type of girl to sleep with someone on the first date, but I guess I wouldn't know. I've never thought about her that way before. I guess she is pretty hot though, even in her leggings and my hoodie. If I wasn't her best friend, I would've totally tried something on her by now. Thinking about it, Riley's the only girl in the studio and our high school, maybe even the entire city, that I haven't tried something on. I guess by her being my best friend she's safe. I haven't ever thought of her like this before. And I'm not imagining myself with her, before you even get that disgusting, twisted 'friend with benefits' thing in your head. Just thinking about Riley with anyone in that way is odd. However, I could possibly learn more about her right now. She'll laugh about this later, she needs something to laugh about later with what's going on in her life right now. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, using my hand to play with the ends of her hair. Pretty normal for us, everyone jokes we're a couple because apparently we always act like one. Riley leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder as she looked at the tv, which was still playing episodes of Friends. When Joey said his ever famous catchphrase, I knew it would be a good time to continue to ease into it.
"How you doing?" I asked Riley, causing her to roll her eyes. We often quoted the show, so it hadn't gotten far enough for her to notice what I was doing yet. I pulled her closer to me, nuzzling her neck softly. Her eyes remained glued to the tv, she seemed unfazed by my attempts on her. Going a step farther, I started to pepper her neck with kisses. I felt her tense up, but she surprisingly didn't say anything. I continued what I was doing, waiting to see how she would react. It was almost comical now, I swear she must know what I'm trying to do. I started sucking on her neck softly, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough that she could clearly tell what I was doing. Still, nothing was said, however, what shocked me most was that I could've sworn I heard her moan quietly. After a second, I recollected myself from the shock, and decided to see how far she'd let me go. My hand released her hair, snaking down her arm, before reaching over and cupping her breast. Very quickly, she jerked away from me, staring at me with as much shock as I had been filled with just a moment ago.
"What the hell James?!" She exclaimed, looking at me furiously. "What's the matter with you?!" She asked, surprising me. Her tone tried to make it sound as though she hadn't been enjoying it before.
"Relax Ri, it was a joke. Plus, you're like the only girl I haven't hit on in the studio, I thought I may as well get a perfect score." I replied, jokingly. Riley still looked pretty mad at me, but she sighed and went back to watching the show, not saying anything more.