Mija // Jeff Atkins
A/N: This took me forever, and it’s long as hell. Word count is like 2K.
Named after: The fact that I thought it was mad cute.
It had been eleven days since his parents caught you in the middle of…almost sex. Eleven days, and yes you were counting. Eleven days of hugs, hand holding, and everything else that just friends do. Eleven days of nothing. Eleven days since Jeff had at least, kissed you.
It was frustrating, mentally and sexually, the way he was treating you. He made you feel like you had the same sex appeal as the sweaty socks on his feet.
That’s not to say you didn’t try talking to him about it. You tried on day three, and he brushed it off, as though you made it up in your head.
You stood next to the trunk of Jeff’s car, post-baseball practice, as he was taking off his cleats. He set his slides on the gravel in front of him and leaned back into your ride home.
“Jeff… ” you whined.
He paused for a moment, turning at your tone of voice. “What’s up babe?”
“Is there a reason we haven’t done anything since…you know” you bite your lip looking up at him, nervous for honestly whatever he was going to say.
"What do you mean?“ He answers, his voice wavers and he turns back to his shoes immediately. More focused on untying his laces than on telling you why he’s suddenly acting like he’s considering becoming a priest.
At least if he told you he was planning on becoming a man of the cloth you’d understand what was going on. Instead, it feels like…like he doesn’t even care like he’s not into you anymore. And that in itself scares the shit out of you.
He’s not even looking in your general direction when you prompt him again,
“We haven’t even kissed-”
The sound of his cleats hitting one another is enough to stop whatever you were going to say. Jeff continues along, clouding out the sound of your voice. As if he was going to die if he didn’t get the dirt off his cleats at that very moment.
"Yes, we have.“ He asserts, his eyes still on the Nike swish.
You roll your eyes at him, moving in front of your boyfriend. You grab his wrists to stop the clatter of his shoe wear. “When.” You ask, doing your best to try and make him listen to you.
He huffs briefly, avoiding your face. “I don’t- I don’t know…listen, I have a test on Thursday and it’s freaking me out a bit so can we just talk about this later?”
"C’mon…” you start.
His head tilts to the side, his eyes finally meet yours and his shoulders drop. You knew in your gut the conversation was not going to fall in your favor.
"Please?“ He enunciates. “Just let me get through this test”
He pouts and you’re glad he at least still remembers how to make you agree to whatever he wants because you’re nodding. Letting go of his wrists and getting into the passenger seat.
Jeff got through the test, as well as a bunch of other excuses. He was stressed. He had a big game. He wasn’t in the mood.
You tried again, today, on day twelve, but this time in front of his friends. You knew Jeff was a leader, and despite being apart of the jocks he didn’t really care what they thought. But you were desperate that the social setting it might just make a change.
You were standing with the whole crew of them, Foley, Dempsey, De La Cruz, and a few more of the football and soccer players. Jeff’s arm was around your waist as you were talking to Justin about the chapters you both didn’t read for English class.
The bell rang and you knew Jeff had lunch while you had the said class. You turned to him letting him know you had to go, hopeful he would kiss you like he normally did before saying bye. Instead, he nodded at you, with a nonchalant, “I’ll see you after school?” before returning to his conversation with Monty.
You take a step back out of his grasp and didn’t answer. Jeff turns his head, waiting for your response only to see you fall into step with Justin who’s trying his best to act like he didn’t notice. It’s silent for a few seconds as you turn the corner.
As you make your way down the hall, Justin bumps into you playfully. “I’m sure he’s just tired.” He offers, trying to dull the blow to your ego.
"Now cheer up, I need someone to make fun of Mr.K with.“
“Wait they walked in?!” Clay earns himself a ‘shh’ from the librarian with his outburst.
“Yeah! And my dad leaves, but my mom is just standing there, telling me I have to talk to my grandmother in Puerto Rico right then and there!”
"Wow…that sucks.“ The shy boy offers back.
What started out as a tutoring session in the library after school with Clay, somehow spiraled into what Jeff considered the most awkward situation he’s ever been in.
"And then! After Y/N leaves, my mom comes back into my room to sit me down and have ‘the talk’.”
Jeff pinches the bridge of his nose and Clay is trying his best not to laugh. Truth be told he finds the whole thing hilarious. Jeff, let me change your dollar valentine to get girls Jeff, the founding fathers smoked weed Jeff, the boy who still has girls ready to drop everything for him to so much as look in their direction Jeff, is…embarrassed.
Clay bites his tongue to hold back just how funny he thought this was and instead says, “I feel like you’re a little too old for the talk”
Jeff nods eagerly.
"Yeah, no. This wasn’t the birds and the bees talk, this was the ‘are you prepared to be a dad’ talk!“ he’s whisper yelling now, and trying to keep his voice down.
“Mamá, no necesitamos tener esta charla” he pleads to the woman sitting in his desk chair.
“Mijo ni siquiera has escuchado lo que tengo que decir” she says, laughing at her son.
“No te gusta ella” Jeff assumes.
“Eres como tu abuela, más que dramática…I love Y/N, she’s family. Mija. I just want you to be careful. What happens if she gets pregnant?”
“We are careful, trust me, Mamá. Is that all?”
She laughs, her son redder than the time he swung and missed at his first tee-ball game.
Nodding watching him as she gets up, she calls out to him as she leaves the room. “Y no cuando estamos en casa. Por favor.”
Jeff groans loudly, as he falls back onto his bead, “Yes, yeah I got it”.
“The worst part?” he prompts the boy.
Clay nods eagerly, trying to wipe the smug grin off of his face.
"Now, every time I want to do anything with Y/N, I literally cannot not see my mom’s face.“ Jeff deadpans. He finally looks at Clay long enough to realize that his tutor thinks this is funny.
"I’m glad you think this is a joke, Jensen”
Clay let’s out just a piece of his laugh now, and Jeff slumps back into his seat way past annoyed.
"I’m-“ Clay lets out another chuckle, "I’m sorry man, it’s pretty funny”
"Great, now can you help me? Y/N’s fucking pissed at me. You should’ve seen her face today…“
Jeff knows his strengths, baseball and girls, and his weaknesses, school, and you. He’s appealing to his highest power of sensitivity and awkward charm.
"Poor Jeff. His girlfriend wants to have sex with him. Let’s make a go fund me for all your troubles.” Clay says in his best jock voice.
"You’re the worst, you know that?“
"I love you too, Mijo.” The smaller boy makes kissy faces at the jock and Jeff throws the first few drafts of his essay at Clay.
“You’re Jeff Atkins. Right?” Clay asks rhetorically.
Jeff nods, rolling his eyes. It’s the dumbest shit he’s ever heard and he knows Clay is pulling this Dumbledore wisdom straight out of his ass.
“So put on your big boy pants, and act like it.”
There’s a silence that settles between the boys as Jeff takes in what Clay said.
“Now listen, I need your help. I think Hannah and I are going to…you know” the smaller boy whispers.
“So he hasn’t done anything?”
You were leaning on Hannah’s locker, waiting for Jeff to be finished his tutoring session, filling her in on everything that had happened in the past eleven days.
"Wow…” she mumbles, mostly to herself.
"Yeah, and he told me his mom talked to him about it…and it’s only gotten worse. I swear he’s going to break up with me.“
The last part of your sentence pours out of you involuntarily, as your head hits the locker right next to Hannah’s.
"He’s not going to break up with you.” she says, as comforting as she can.
"You don’t know that!“
She sighs, rolling her eyes as she looks at you.
"Just get him a little…worked up. If he turns you down, you know. But I’d bet you ten bucks he won’t.”
"I’m not making a bet about whether or not my boyfriend will have sex with me or not. That’s just sad.“
"Fine. All I’m saying is, maybe instead of using your words, you should maybe give him some action. Pun intended.”
You sigh staring at the smirk on Hannah’s face.
"My parents are…out of town this week.“
You can’t believe you’re agreeing to what Hannah was implying. Jeff was normally the dominant one in your sex life. Sure you were on top sometimes but he was the one with the experience. He was your first.
"Even better! We’ll stop by the mall today, we can go shopping” her voice rising a couple octaves. “You can pick out whatever you think will get him going.”
You raise your eyebrow, suspiciously. You knew she had work.
"Fine, I was going anyways. I already took off work. I want to look good for me and Clays first time. Sue me.“ she throws in casually.
You walk into the library, Hannah right behind you trying to find both of your boys. You spot them at a table whispering frantically at one another.
“Mijo!” Hannah starts a smile wide on her face.
Jeff sighs, shaking his head. “You told her?” he questions.
You turn instead to Clay as you lean over the table. “Clay, did he tell you?” Clay’s mouth drops trying to form a response, his hands gesturing to nothing in particular. “I thought so”, you concluded.
Jeff rolls his eyes, clearing his throat. “Fine. Fine, we’re almost done, babe, right, tattle tale?” he asks looking back to Clay. Clay rolls his eyes at the name while nodding in agreement.
“Actually, Hannah and I are…going to the mall. My house at 10 though. Don’t be late.” You say to your boyfriend. Jeff knows your parents aren’t home this week. He’d been avoiding it for the past few days. “Actually- I kinda had plans with Clay-” Jeff improvs. “10. Atkins. I’m serious”.
Jeff is looking at Clay like he was a lifeline. The boy smiles back at him, almost to taunt him. “Yeah mijo, go with her. Hannah and I kinda had plans.” He repeats Jeff’s words and now the baseball player may have to actually kick his ass.
Hannah laughs and you smile at Clay graciously, kiss your boyfriend’s cheek and make your way out. Hannah high fiving once you get out of the school doors.
It was 10 on the dot when the doorbell rang to your house.