A/n: Okay so Boone being (spoilers!!!!) fake gay to go undercover to kill people was kind of my favorite plot twist because it meant that he wasn't gay. Like I love me some gay characters don't get me wrong but I needed more Nick characters and he's straight! I'm terrible at writing guys... Ah That sounded horrible. Anyway, I think Boone deserved better and I honestly hated what this stupid show did to the poor kid. Fuck. So yeah here's the Boone x reader to end all Boone x readers. (The... only Boone x reader actually written out imagine I could find, actually. Whoops)

"This is really cool!" I gushed, looking at the golf club in the hands of the most idiotic boy I'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. Ryan was his name. Stormy green eyes and sandy blonde hair with a classically chiseled jaw line. God-like. My eyes wandered over to see Boone and my stomach fluttered. God of tom foolery and dick waddedness, I corrected myself automatically. The real god on this campus was a brunette man with adorable brown eyes and the bitch face of a PMSing chick ragingly on her period.

"I know right!" Ryan gushed, brandishing his gold club like it was made of pure gold.

A little giggle escaped my lips and I focused back on the blonde I was flirting with.  "Can you show me how to swing it?"

Ryan looked at me like I was crazy. "Not Brenda!" He pushed the club against his chest and I held back a disgusted eye roll. "I'll get Chelsea. I learned how to play on her too." And then Ryan was running off to go get 'Chelsea'.

When did flirting with douche bags to get the attention of my gay boyfriend because I was a female on her period and needed his attention but he was too busy killing people?

Oh. Right.

"Hey, I'm Meghan," I greeted, smiling through the pain as I greeted the dark haired boy. "Welcome to the sorority!"

The dark haired boy laughed. "You don't have to act like I'm a pledge. I'm not here to sign up for this kind of chaos."

His honesty and dark look caught me off guard. It wasn't even in his face. It was in the way he stood still and his eyes focused on things, lingering. Not interested but taking it all in undistractedly, soaking in every single little detail without having to really think about it. It was in the way his hands rested in front of him, with his arm relaxed but his hands together, fingers interlaced, and the way that his thumb tapped against his hands. Not impatient but calculated and a perfect beat and pattern. It was a tick. One of victory. When the villain of the movie flares their nostrils as they talk about how they could smell victory it was so close. The twitching lips of a car game player about to win a large sum of money or  the casual tapping of the cards as the player looked over their hand, playing whatever act they'd chosen to hide their victory while accidentally telling the whole world that they were about to win. The whole painfully blind world. The look was in the way he stood straight without looking uncomfortable and looked at me levelly while the other boys I knew on this campus either were scared to look me in the eye or couldn't even spend the little brain cells they had to look at me at all. The way he noticed me with the same casual interest he showed the house. As something around him. Not to be ignored, but not a threat or anything severely important at the moment.

It set me on edge and I immediately went into full psychoanalysis mode, watching his every move. I didn't know what to think of this dark haired boy. I'd seen him gaze and dote over Chad and knew he was one of THOSE boys. But this boy... He had the same face, body, clothing, eyes - but he had a completely different personality past that. A completely different mind.

"Well, then. Why have you decided to bless Kappa Kappa Tao and myself with your presence?"

He smiled, amused, and I couldn't help but notice that he was really attractive. For a confusing, worrying, gay guy who I had every right to run screaming from.

"I've decided to grace myself with your presence, actually." Oh my gosh he was flirting with me.

My eyebrow rose. "Aren't you gay?" I pointed out.

His smile wavered. "What do you think I am?" His face grew that mysterious seriousness again.

I frowned, eyes following the pathways of his face. Lines. Not laugh lines so much as stress lines. Frown lines. He was a serious person. Sad. His eyes looked old, as if they'd seen too much too soon. He had light bags under his eyes and smudges of make up. That means he was sleep deprived too, and trying to hide it. He was muscular. Strong. He worked out a lot. With how tense he was, I assumed maybe to deal with stress or anger. The way his eyes raked me when he thought I was distracted by analyzing him screamed interest and desire. He was also aware enough to know that I was taking my time with a response not out of uncertainty, but to understand and see him as he was. To know I was analyzing him. Hm...

"You intrigue me," I said slowly. He smirked. "And that pleases you." That amused him more. "You're serious and angry." This surprised him. "Why are you pretending to be so lighthearted and as numb brained as some stupid guys in a fraternity?"  He stepped back. "Why are you wasting your years and life at a place where you're miserable, pretending to be a person that is so NOT YOU, that it exhausts you? A frat boy with good hair, gay and golfing? How do you not strangle them?"

For a second his mind reels and he is surprised. He seems to have noticed that I was observant, but obviously didn't seem to realize the extent of my observation skills. "Wow," he admired.

"I didn't mean to omit things you weren't ready for me to know," I apologized, my facade fallen and my face serious now. His eyes squint and his gaze rakes me again. My skin tingles.

He chuckled. "I'm Boone," he tells me. "Why don't we start there before you completely psychoanalyze me?"

"I psychoanalyze without thinking or trying. I don't mean to nor do I want to, most times. People are very empty and transparent and uninteresting. But you did ask me to... And you are not like most people. You are dark and layered and interesting, such as the broken and abused are. I apologize again, though, for revealing that I knew that before you wanted me to know it."

Boone laughed again. "I like you. You're fun and honest and I can't hide from you. You're also incredibly beautiful. Want to grab a coffee?"

I felt a little buzz in my stomach briefly and for the first time since I was seven years old, genuine amusement and emotion filled me. I smirked softly, raising a flirty eyebrow. It was weirdly natural for someone who had never flirted without an ulterior motive ever in their life. "Will we be wearing our masks for the occasion or do you mean for a more private setting?"

"Well," Boone reasoned. "There's this coffee shop that makes some seriously great stuff. Want to grab some quality joe from there with your gay buddy Boone? Then we can... go somewhere more private. Get acquainted more genuinely."

My smirk grew as he stepped close, practically whispering 'genuinely' in a surprisingly seductive way. "Sounds like a fantastic idea," I agreed. I heard the clicking of heels as a door opened and we jumped apart, instantly in character. I wore sass and false interest and a sickly fake enthusiasm like I always did with people on this campus. Boone's whole body relaxed and his eyes followed the golf club he held, his interest in me gone and his focus now on the club.

"So, coffee then?" Boone asked.

"Sure," I said casually. "It's always good to make new friends. My best friend, Chanel, is dating your best friend, Chad, so we should most definitely start getting along." My tone drawled and I drew my eyes lazily and unfocused around the room. Chanel stood in the doorway, hands on hips.

"Meghan what are you doing, flirting with my boyfriend's gay best friend?"

"Just being friendly, Chanel,"  I told her with a false frown, faking as if her disproval crushed me. "He's nice and I thought you wanted me to integrate into your friend group more."

Chanel's eyes light up. "You finally agree about being Chanel number six?"

Casually shrugging my shoulders, I gave the mood like I indeed had. It made me want to kill myself, the thought of being one of this bitch's minions, but it was a good cover. "Maybe... I'm still thinking." Chanel forced a smile, knowing she had to keep me close and we had to stay on each other's good sides. I was the only non-Chanel in this sorority but my mom was too powerful and important to simply bend me to will with her daddy's name. She'd have to win me the old fashion way if she wanted in on that power and influence. Which she did.

"Sounds like a plan," Chanel sighed. "Hope you two become great friends!"

"Oh," Boone said, looking over at me, his gaze lingering a millisecond. Chanel missed it, her short attention span already on something stuck on her nails. I did not though. "We will," he concluded. I avoided his gaze, knowing that I wanted to fall into those gorgeous brown eyes but couldn't with Chanel in the room. She looked back but we were already back in place again. "I have a ball to club and a real man to admire," Boone sighed, brushing his gloved hands against the club head, as if dusting it. "I'll see you later. Madame." He began to walk away from me, nodding, and my gaze followed him. I was on edge by how his act was slipping as his eyes lingered on my body again. "Bitch," he threw over his shoulder as he passed Chanel. The corner of my fake-plastered lips twitched into an almost genuine smile and it shocked me.

Once he left, Chanel turned to me, her face slathered with mock, hidden by faux pity. "Oh darling, you're falling for a gay guy. Be careful."

"I don't fall for gay guys," I told her honestly, smiling internally at the inside joke with myself that this sentence held. Boone was not really gay. That was obvious. "Don't worry about me, Chanel."

Not that I was going to fall for him, I thought. Not him. Never.

I smiled to myself at the memory, and Ryan grinned. He'd been talking and I'd tuned him out. Only the simple memory of Boone could draw out a genuine smile and the difference between the fake smile everyone but Boone knew and the genuine, shy little thing only Boone had the experience of know was a warm difference and Ryan had seen the tip of the iceberg. He liked it, obviously, as he put the club back in the bag - overly carefully - and wrapped an arm around my waist. I played bashful and giggled.

Ryan leaned close, his fingers tracing my lower stomach and waist. "You know, I like you Little Lady. I think you should come back and let me show you the best time of your life. Tonight. Tomorrow night." His hand squeezed on my waist and my fake smile fell away as extreme discomfort filled me and I was focused on not simply judo flipping him and breaking a bone out of disgust and spite. "Sometime soon."

"Maybe," I whispered back, chuckling despite my internal despising of him and his proximity. "Sounds tempting," I added when his face changed into one of suspicion. "If I'm not busy." I looked at him, smirking, and he relaxed, his expression screaming cocky confidence. Disgusting. He thought he had me wrapped around his finger, when I had him wrapped around mine. "I have to go," I sighed, making a pouty face. 

His finger traced my cheek and jaw and I shivered, repulsed. Thankfully he smiled, taking it as a positive reaction to his touch. His finger hooked under my chin, bringing my eyes from watching his lips warily to looking in his eyes.

Good god above, don't kiss me, I begged mentally. Do NOT kiss me, you disgusting piece of shit.

His nose brushed mine and I forced myself to stay still. Don't encourage him, don't discourage him. Stay still. Nervous, shy girl who doesn't know what to do. All talk, no action. take that route.

"I- I really have to go," I mumbled, trying to find a way out of this horny guy's arms without showing how much I didn't want this. His eyes closed and my face contorted, frustrated and on edge, losing control. When his nose brushed mine, my lips curled nastily. I was surrounded by him. His hands on my waist, pressing too hard. His face inches from mine, trying to make out with me in public. I hated everything about this.

Suddenly Ryan was away from me, jerked back. I worked my face smooth, surprised, and my head cleared. I stood, still, mentally scolding myself for being far, far too genuine with my feelings. You take a role, you commit to it. No matter how you feel, you commit to it. When did I get so soft?

"What the hell, Boone!"

My eyes jerked up to see that Boone suddenly was by us, his chest puffed and his eyes blazing, his jaw working as he tried to hide his burning, obvious jealousy. He wouldn't look at me, as if he knew I was ready to scold him. "I need you to leave Meghan alone," Boone made out smoothly.

Ryan looked confused. "Why? You're gay."

"Yes," Boone said slowly, his mind reeling for an excuse. I stayed still and quiet, terrified that everything was about to be ruined right now. "I just... uh...."

There was a moment of awkward pause and then Ryan's eyes went wide. "Do you LIKE ME, Boone?" He looked completely disgusted and I worked to keep my face straight, looking at Boone to see where he would take this. His eyes flickered to me but then quickly moved back to Ryan. He saw my mocking expression though because he got defensive and frowned.

"Of course not! Everyone knows that I'm completely in love with Chad," he snapped. I crossed my arms, thoroughly amused. "And because of that... I'm helping him keep Meghan for when he's ready." I started, my body going rigid and eyes going wide.

Ryan started too, jumping even further away from me. I was immediately off limits if Chad had claimed me. "What?" He squeaked pathetically.

"She's the only Chanel he hasn't boned yet," Boone explained smoothly. He shot me a look to be quiet as I opened my mouth to protest that I wasn't a Chanel and my lips snapped shut. "AND she's a virgin." My face heated up and I looked at my feet as Ryan gawked at me. I'd done a good job of hiding myself away from people, letting them think whatever so that everything they knew was assumed. I never lied but I never omitted anything. That fact in particular I'd kept very secret, since being a virgin in these circumstances made me a target. I didn't want to have sex with any morons at this school, and I'd never been tempted in high school. I was cut off and emotionless and mature passed humanly possible. I was too advanced for any of these pathetic beings around me and I didn't want to deal with any of them. Sex was intimate and private and left me exposed in more ways than one. It required me to show myself at an extreme level. Since I was against showing any of myself, I was more than just a tad against showing all of myself.

Now a genuine part of me was exposed for Ryan - and everyone he would tell (so, everyone) - to see. To judge and examine and pick apart.

Fuck.

I was speechless. But Ryan and Boone kept going. "Man, Chad is one lucky dude. But Dickie code is Dickie code. I'll tell the other guys to back off. Thanks for letting me know man, I totally wouldn't want to deal with Chad if I'd boned his girl." Ryan laughed that annoying laugh that Dickies laugh and it took all of my strength not to tense up or hit him. All of my self control to stay relaxed and calm and shocked instead of angry. Boone nodded, smiling nastily, and Ryan grabbed his clubs and was gone.

"Too easy," Boone chuckled to himself. He looked at me but my fists tightened and I spun around, away from him, and stormed off. I was too angry and exposed to be in public right now and if I looked a Boone's face I was going to either kiss him or hit him - neither of which I could do as Meghan Sport, the shy rich girl with no confidence or self respect who just wants to be popular and pretty and finally loose her pesky virginity. That last part was new, but I knew that it would be added top the list. A girl desperate for someone to pop her cherry. So desperate that I was going after all the Dickies, since now that they'd be talking about me, it would be uncovered that I'd been in similar situations with each of the Dickies and their pledges.  I was trying to work my way into getting close to the Dickies just like Hester was getting close to the KKT's. The whole point of this was to show Hester and Gigi what I could do. Get on their good side. Join the group. Show them that Boone and I dating wouldn't jeopardize everything. They were going to kill me.

Maybe literally.

I made my way to Kappa house and then under, needing a secret, private place to vent. I ran my hands through my hair, my fingers catching roots and tugging. The pain was sharp and harsh but it cleared my head and steadied my mind.

Fingers curled over mine, pulling them out of my hair and I opened my eyes to see the soft, apologetic, and guilty gaze of Boone. He opened his mouth to apologize but I gave him a withering look and the words died in his throat.

"There is nothing I can say that you don't know," I almost growled. "We were supposed to do this simple thing! I was supposed to get close to a Dickie. And you know you don't count," I snapped, pointing at him as he opened his mouth to make the dumb comment I didn't want to hear. As I expected, he frowned, holding it back. "I want to be with you, Boone. I know your secret. Either I convince them that I can genuinely join you guys as another partner or they kill me! Or start manipulating me!" He frowned, looking at his feet before looking up at me, his head still tilted down so that he gazed at me through his eyelashes. I grunted and pulled his chin up, stepping close. "Stop that," I chided. "Don't play that crap with me just to get what you want, Boone. I'm being..." His hand traced my waist, like Ryan's had earlier, but so, so much better.

Boone leaned close, pulling me against him. My eyes blinked as I tried to keep my glare but his gaze was soft and loving and his eyes were a beautiful melted chocolate brown and I wanted so badly to jus fall into them and kiss him, but I knew it was only too easy to kiss him and then forget everything else. My anger, my frustration. My self consciousness. He would kiss me and then keep on kissing me and soon...

Well, let's just say that he knows I'm a virgin because one night it had gotten too close and I'd blurted it out to explain why I was so freaked out.

He made me forget all sense. He softened me, pulling me out of my shell and into the light, just the two of us. I'd felt so often exposed with him that I was getting used to it. Just with him. Sometimes I... No. I wasn't ready to admit that.

"We'll convince them," he whispered, his other hand moving my hair behind my ear, his fingers tracing down my jaw softly. I gave in, melting under his touch. He smiled proudly. It was a childish giddiness that he wore and honestly it made my insides warm and soften. It was totally adorable. "Kiss me," he whispered, sounding like he was commanding but not putting much force or aggression behind it. I chuckled and did just that, pressing my lips to his.

He tilted his head, the hand that was on my jaw moving to my hair, his fingers entangling in the strands, keeping me close as he softly tugged. My fingers moved without thinking, one on his waist and one hand looping a finger through his  belt loop, pulling his body closer as he pulled my face closer. He parted, just for his teeth to close ever so softly on my bottom lip. I gasped.

When I felt his bulge I gasped, leaning back desperately as his hand moved again, his thumb at my waist and slipping under my shirt, his thumb brushing the skin above my waistband. I looked at him, out of breath, and he looked back. He wore a sheepish smile, his face a heavy expression of, 'oops'.

"You're going to be the death of me," I whispered. And, a part of me realized, he probably very well would be.