That's So Fetch (Gretchen x Reader)

024: Not So Fetch

~~Y/N's POV~~

The final bell rings. I make my way outside because Regina demands we meet at her house to practice the Christmas dance. It's weird because Gretchen is Jewish and doesn't even celebrate Christmas, but I guess she always silently obeys Regina.

I'm not dancing, because I can't dance to save my life. Gretchen wants me there so I can give "advice."

"Hi, Y/N!" Karen squeals. "Ready to go to Regina's?"

"Totally," I say. I wasn't too excited when I first heard about it, but now that Karen's hyped, I am too. She has that kind of effect on people.

"Hey!" Cady greets me eagerly. She's been a little more friendly than usual, which bothers me, but I shrug it off. She's a homeschooled kid. What does she know?

"Hey, Gretch," I say with a smile.

Then the weirdest thing happens. Gretchen looks up, makes eye contact, and looks back at the floor.

What the fuck? I wait for her to look at me again, but she doesn't. She doesn't look at me the entire drive to Regina's house.

Did I do something? All I did was take her on a date. Was it that bad?

During the drive, Karen says aloud, "How come Taco Bell's tacos taste nothing like tacos, but they're still considered tacos?"

"Shut up, Karen," snaps Gretchen. "No one asked."

Karen falls silent, a hurt look on her face. Her lower lip quivers slightly, and guilt overwhelms me, even though I didn't do anything. Poor Karen.

I reach over and squeeze Karen's hand softly, reassuring her.

Karen smiles, but Gretchen scowls at me. This is getting weird.

At Regina's house, she makes everyone practice the dance about ten thousand times. Poor Cady, getting a taste of public high school.

My eyes are focused on Gretchen the entire time. God, she looks so freaking hot in her outfit. I gaze at her massive tits, admiring every inch of her.

As Regina finally allows for a break, I say to Gretchen, "Good job."

She ignores me. It's starting to get irritating, and I can't take it anymore. I stand up from the bed and grab her by the wrist, dragging her into Regina's closet.

Gretchen screams. "Gosh, what do you want, Y/N?"

For a moment I get scared that I'm stuck in some sort of time loop where Gretchen and I have never kissed or went on a date. Then I see the knowing fear in her eyes, and I'm convinced otherwise. I'm just weird like that.

"Why have you been ignoring me this whole time?" I hiss, glancing around Regina's closet. It's huge, but kind of cozy at the same time.

I think back and remember the last time we were in this closet, alone and together. It had to have been in September or October, after a visit to the mall. My heart flutters as I recall how we almost kissed here.

Still, telling people you had your first kiss at a party with a sexy drunk girl is cooler than saying your first kiss was in a closet. How ironic.

"I haven't been ignoring you," denies Gretchen, crossing her arms.

I raise an eyebrow. "I greeted you, and you look away. I compliment you on your dancing, and you ignore me. And you insulted Karen in the car! How dare you insult Karen?!"

Gretchen rolls her eyes and looks down at the floor. She does this a lot, and I've learned that she has a habit of doing this when she's trying not to cry. It's not working, though, because I can hear her breaths hitching.

"Did I do something to upset you?" I ask quietly. If something's wrong, I want to know.

Gretchen makes a weird movement halfway between a nod and a head shake. Tears fill her eyes, and she says, "You didn't send me a candy cane gram." Her voice cracks mid-sentence.

My shoulders sag. This is about a candy cane gram? I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around her, though. "Oh, Gretch. It's just a candy gram. Nothing important."

"You promised to send me one!" she cries. "And I never got one. Not from you, or Karen, or anybody! Do you know how awful it felt, just sitting there while everyone else got one... waiting for a gram that's never going to come..."

I hug her tighter, but since she's so short it's mainly just my arms around her shoulders and my hands patting her hair softly. "Gretch, I..." And then it hits me.

I did send a gram to Gretchen. I did, because I definitely remember giving fifty cents to Damian, who smiled and winked, assuring me the purchase was successful.

"Gretchen," I say slowly, unsure of where to start.

She peeks at me cutely, her eyes puffy.

"I did send you a gram," I say. "I don't know why you didn't get one."

Gretchen sniffs. "Wh-what?"

"I vividly remember buying one for you!" I insist. I begin pacing the closet.

She looks at me curiously. "How many did you get?"

"Uh..." I count on my fingers. "Five. One from Karen, one from Regina, one from you, and... oh yeah. One from Damian. And Cady."

Gretchen looks mortified. "Regina gave one to you? She gave one to Cady, too, but not me..." She sobs, planting her face on my chest while her tight hug squeezes me. Her touch is warm and soft, and it fills me with serotonin.

"I'm telling you, Gretch, I gave you one," I say. "Maybe it fell out of the bag?"

She opens her mouth to respond, but at this moment the closet opens. It's Karen.

"Is everything okay?" Karen asks with a confused look. "I heard shouting, and it's not just from Regina yelling that she needs to lose three pounds."

"Karen," I breathe heavily, "did you send a candy gram to Gretchen?"

Karen looks at both of us, clearly lost. Then she nods, her eyebrows furrowing into her thinking face.

Gretchen and I share a glance. Something is happening here, and the target is Gretchen.

Author's Note:

FINALLY BACK FROM VACATION SO I THOUGHT I'D TREAT Y'ALL TO ANOTHER CHAPTER

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