hey !! i was wondering if i could get a Reggie Mantle Drabble with 1,15 and 16. Thanks ! <3 btw i love your work!!
Reggie Mantle - “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
You put the straw of your milkshake in your mouth and took a small sip. You liked the silence of Pop Tate’s at this time of the day, half an hour before school would start.
“Is this spot free?”
You looked up and frowned your eyebrows. You and Reggie hadn’t spoken for months, maybe even longer. Once you had thought that he was your knight in shining armor, your prince charming. Somehow you had been wrong, even though you still couldn’t say exactly why.
He was handsome. He was popular. He was good at football and he had this charming smile that had once been able to make you forget the world.
“Sure…” You shrugged your shoulders and took another sip of your drink. You didn’t really know what to say to him. Your break up had not exactly been painless. You had both screamed and said things you had not meant. At least, you had.
“So, how are you doing?” He seemed a little nervous, maybe even a little uncomfortable.
“Fine, you?” You didn’t look up and instead your eyes went to the clock. You had twenty-five more minutes before class would start, ten minutes before you would have to leave again.
“Good, I think.” He hesitated for a moment and an awkward silence filled the air between the two of you. “I’m captain of the football team now. It’s busy, but I like it.” He didn’t look up at you and his fingers were tapping on the metal table. “I do sometimes miss you.” He whispered the words, almost unhearable and you cocked your head in surprise.
“You miss me?” You shook your head in disbelief. “You were the one throwing a football at my head just because I was looking at someone else.” You raised your eyebrows and felt how the blood in your veins turned to ice. For days you had been forced to walk around with a black eye, but you had never told anyone how you’d gotten it.
“I know…” He swallowed. “I know that you had every right to break up with me. I was jealous and angry and…” He bent his head and stared at his lap. “I was afraid to lose you.”
You took a deep breath. “You threw a football at my head and when I stormed out and yelled that I wanted to break up with you, you didn’t even try to stop me…” You swallowed. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.” You paused for a moment. “But…” You paused one more. “I’m afraid I stopped missing you after a few weeks and…” You curled your lips up into a smile. “I think I’m actually happy now.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Reggie still avoided your glance. “You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.” He stood up from his seat again. “Throwing that football at your head is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and I know that I’ll never make that mistake again.” He closed the zipper of his football jacket and he put his hands in the pockets.
“Do you wish things had happened differently?” You already knew the answer, but you wanted to have asked it anyway.
“Yes and no…” Reggie shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “I don’t know if we’d still be together. Maybe. Maybe not.” He licked his lips before he put on the mask of the invulnerable jock again. “I just wanted you to know that sometimes I miss you.”