by L. Grubb
“What?” I turn to face the guy whose hand is still clutched in mine.
“Slow down, baby, there’s no rush.” He smiles but his brows furrow as he searches my face for fuck knows what.
“Please, don’t ever call me that. It’s one pet name I hate.” Seeing his face fall a little, I take pity. “Sorry, I just wanted to get out of there.”
“Understood. So, where are we going?” He falls into step beside me and removes his hand from mine to slide around my waist. Shivers run down my body as his fingers skim the waist band of my skinny jeans. He has calloused hands so I know how fucking amazing tonight is going to be already. Nothing beats hard working hands as they work your body and those kind of hands are not easy to find around college.
“Yours? My roommate is at mine.” I stop us when we reach the sidewalk and turn to look at him. He’s pretty handsome; shaggy brown hair, green eyes and a dimple when he smiles. He’s the all-American boy that every mother dreams for their child, and it’s certainly good enough for me.
“Sure thing, beautiful. My truck is there.” He points to a beaten up 4x4 and I sigh. One thing boys in college don’t have? A shit hot car like a Lambo or a Maserati.
We make our way across the street, away from the students partying in front of the house due to the lack of room inside and away from Dante who is currently fucking a little blonde girl that can’t be any older than eighteen.
The few things we both have in common, Dante and I? We both like to fuck; we both have the same rule and we both silently compete against each other for who can fuck the most. He’s under the impression that he’s the biggest player on campus but that’s a load of crap. I am. Whore, slut… whatever. I don’t give a fuck what people think of me, my main goal is to out-fuck Dante and I know I’m winning.
I climb up into the passenger seat of random guy’s car and belt up and wait for him to start the ignition. “What’s your name by the way?” I look down and play with my acrylic nails, giving off the impression that I don’t really give a shit.
“Jayden.” Nice name. Cute actually. Totally not the name I would have thought and a smile creeps up the side of my mouth. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Nothing.” I flutter my eyelashes a little, pout my lip gloss covered lips a tiny bit and his face softens. Yeah, I know how to work men, it’s a trait I learned from my mom. I wipe all thoughts of her from my mind, nothing good comes from thinking about her.
We ride in silence as we turn down quiet streets. I look out the window at the scenery, which isn’t much this close to the heart of California.
“You live quite far out from campus don’t you?” I’m not sure if I state this or ask this, but whatever.
“Yep. My parents rented me a place while I’m here.” I see his shoulders go back and an arrogant smirk spread across his face. There goes the cute guy I thought he was. Strike one against pretty boy; arrogance. I’m the only one allowed to have that shit.
“Pretty cool,” I say nonchalantly, going back to watching out the window.
Being from a small suburban town in Arkansas, I have no fucking clue where we are. I never bothered to venture far from the main grounds of the university except for nights out and shit. I’m a senior now and I still don’t know diddly-squat about this state and I can’t say I give a fuck either, I won’t be staying after graduation.
The truck lurches to a stop outside a one-story house. I climb out and shut the door while eyeing the property. Admittedly, it’s a nice place but I would imagine grandparents living in this sort of house. I grimace as I picture floral wallpaper with matching couches. That wouldn’t be manly at all.
With his hand on the small of my back, he guides me to the front door where he unlocks and gently pushes me through it. I hear the click of a switch and the room is swaddled in light from a small, swinging chandelier.
My eyes widen as I peruse the black leather couch, the stained coffee table and the plasma screen TV attached to the wall. The back of the room is a row of glass windows overlooking the back yard. I’m actually pretty fucking impressed.
“You like?” he whispers in my ear as his nose shifts my hair back.
“Impressive.” I shrug a shoulder. But the tingles that run over my skin has my panties soaking wet.
Tilting my head to give him access, I moan deep in my throat when he nips on my earlobe. I don’t know what it is about that but that shit is so freakin’ hot. “You ready to mauled, beautiful?”
“Less talking, Jayden. More touching.” I turn, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need something that only a man can give. Are you man enough?”
I walk through the campus, my t-shirt slung over my shoulder as the sweat on my chest glistens in the blazing sun. I feel the burning stares all aimed my way and I smirk, the chicks love it when I walk around campus without a shirt on. It never fails to get me laid, I always end up going back to the frat house with someone who willingly gives it up just so I can get my dick wet. That and the bragging rights to say that she’s bed me.
The tattoos that span both of my arms and my chest drive them wild but they’re the one thing that isn’t for the chicks. Each one has its own story and no matter how much they beg me to tell them what they mean, I won’t tell them.
My upbringing was rough. No… it was rougher than rough and each piece of ink is an outlet. I started small, only intending on getting the one. I got hooked and it span out of control, I now don’t have a piece of skin left on my arms to ink so I plan to move down onto my abs.
I knew what they thought when they saw me. Chicks are attracted to them, thinking I’m a bad boy and wanting a bit of rough. Most people though judge me within a second and I’ve had a fair few parents pull their children closer to them as I walk by. What the fuck do they think I’d do? I normally laugh it off and give them a cheeky wink. That usually softens the mother a bit, there’s even been a time or two where it has more than softened them, if you catch my drift.
“That was one hard fucking work out,” Dylan moans beside me. I grunt at him; the guy never did a workout without moaning about it for days on end.
“Always fucking is with you,” I answer him, not really paying any attention. My eyes are too focused on the chick bent over, picking her book up off the grass. Her ass is high in the air, it’s the kind of ass that would look fucking awesome with my handprint on it.
Adjusting my dick, my feet move toward her, speeding up to get to her before she rushes off. I can’t tear my eyes away from her ass, watching as she stands up and loving just how peachy it is.
I stop dead in my tracks when she turns around, my eyes landing on her out of control frizzy hair and following her hand as she brings it up to her nose and pushes her thick rimmed glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose.
Shit, her ass looked fucking amazing from behind, just goes to show, never judge a chick by how tight her ass looks from behind.
I shrug my shoulders and carry on toward the main building to attend one of the few classes that I actually go to. We hardly have to turn up to any classes, being on the football team gives us extra privileges and I make damn sure that I enjoy them to the fullest.
There’s a couple of classes that we have to go to and this is one of them but it’s not so bad, there’s a shit ton of hot chicks in this class. I smile inwardly at the thought.
Giving Dylan a fist bump, we part ways and he walks off in a different direction as I step into the main building. Swaggering my way through the halls, the smell hits me square in the face. These buildings are so old and I swear they’re never cleaned, I hate that dirty fucking smell. It brings back too many bad memories which is the exact reason that my room is off limits to everyone. Apart from that one time.
You’d think with having one of the best sports programs around that they’d fix that shit but most of the money goes to the football department.
I give the professor a wink as I walk inside the room, knowing that I affect her just as much as every other
chick in here. Walking to the top of stairs, I sit in the back row not bothering to put my t-shirt back on, if it helps bring my marks up then I’ll gladly sit here topless for the rest of the year.
The lecture goes on for fucking ever and by the time she says we can go, I’ve had a good post workout nap and I’m ready for the rest of the day.
I give all the chicks I see my telltale smirk as I walk through the quad on my way to the campus café, flexing my pecs for good measure. The giggles I receive from them has me cringing, fuck, I hate that noise; it annoys the hell out of me.
“Excuse me,” a small voice says from behind me. Moving to the side, I look over at her and notice it’s the frizzy haired chick from earlier. I don’t bother giving her a show because there’s no point. It’s not like she’s ever gonna get any of this. I walk to the side and shake my head as she squeezes past me; an ass like that is wasted on a girl like her.
Walking into the café, I bypass the long line and start loading my tray with food, piling it high. I fucking love pasta, if there was only one thing that I could eat for the rest of my life, it would be pasta, no doubt about it.
I set my tray down on the table that the football team sit at and shovel the food into my mouth, chewing loudly then taking a big gulp of water. None of the guys are here so I sit on my own, looking around at all the people milling about and sizing up all the chick’s asses as they walk past. The blonde from the other night was enough for that night but shit, I need to get laid again, preferably with someone who won’t make those fucking mewling noises that she made.
My brows furrow as frizzy hair girl sits down next to Callie and my lips spread into the widest smirk.
Callie always thinks that she can get one up on me, sleeping with all my teammates and constantly showing up at the frat house parties, teasing me.
I may have just found the one way to get back at her.
Lifting my tray off the table, I slide it onto one of the racks and make a beeline for them.
Standing on the opposite side of the table, I lean my hands down and make sure that my arms look as good as they can. They both look up and before Callie can say anything, I turn to her friend and smile.
The smile I use on the innocent ones.
See, there’s a knack to the way you look and speak to different chicks. I can size them up in seconds and know just how to talk and look at them.
Sometimes I want a quick, easy lay, someone who I’ll only have to wink at and she’d spread her legs. But, every so often, I like a challenge. Something that takes a bit of work but they’re always worth it.
And this, her, frizzy haired girl, she’s one challenge that I can’t pass up on.
“Hey,” I say, dropping my voice an octave. Tilting my head at her, I flex the muscles in my arms as I point to her face. “Love the glasses.”
With that, I stand to my full height of six foot one and tense my abs for extra effect, knowing that no matter how innocent they are, they can never resist looking at the abs.
I mean shit, I can’t stop looking at them.
I swear if I grip my fork any tighter, the damn thing will snap but I honestly couldn’t give a fuck. I can feel the heat on my cheeks and if it were even possible, steam would be coming from my ears. This level of anger isn’t healthy but there’s a fine line in this game we play and he’s just crossed it. I’ve never gone near Dylan and he’s never gone near Jasmine… until now.
Jasmine is hiding behind her curly, frizz-ball hairstyle shit she’s got going on and her eyes are on the plate of food in front of her. The rosy tint to her cheeks tells me she’s embarrassed.
“Jas? Is there something you wish to tell me?” I say this through gritted teeth and my jaw is starting to hurt from it being clamped shut.
Her head shoots up so fast that her glasses fall and land on her plate with a loud clatter. She doesn’t bother picking them up to put back on her face, her wide eyes are focused solely on me and her mouth is opening and shutting, her voice stuttering for the right words. “No. He’s never once spoke to me before. I swear, Callie.”
I search her face for hidden lies but can see the honesty. I don’t even think Jasmine is capable of lying. She’s so innocent that I don’t doubt her for a second. “Okay. Okay, I’m calm.”
“No, you’re not. Your hand is still clutching the fork and the fire in your eyes is still there.” Jasmine makes a valid point.
I sigh and stare at the food on my plate. I would say that Dante ruined my appetite but nothing ruins food for me. Ever. I think food is right up there in my list of top ten favorite things to do, just under sex, which of course is number one.
Thinking of last night with… what’s his name? Jason? Jake? Ah, Jayden, that’s the one. I challenged him and he accepted and man did he make me feel amazing.
“Callie, this is not the place to think about… yeah.” Jasmine has an uncanny sense of reading people and I’m so easy to read that I don’t bother to respond with a lie or some messed up version of the truth, instead, I dig into my tuna melt Panini and moan as my taste buds explode. “You’re disgusting.”
“I embrace it, Jasmine. I don’t give a shit.” I smirk as I chew my mouthful and she wrinkles her nose. I don’t have a clue how we manage to live with each other and not kill or maim one another, we’re so different that it’s almost unbelievable that we could be good friends. I mean, I think she’s sweet, cute, in the geeky, dorky kind of way. I guess I’m the one living for the both of us seeing as she keeps herself to herself, never letting a guy get close.
“I have class.” Jasmine puts some cash on the table and shoves her phone in her bag, which hasn’t gone off once since we got here about an hour ago. “You walking with?”
“Sure.” I plop the last piece of food in my mouth before placing my cutlery down on the plate. The loud clang as the knife and fork clatter to the plate doesn’t bother me but I get a few funny stares, to which I stick my middle finger up and they soon turn back to their own meals. Placing the other half of the bill down, basically covering my own ass as always, we leave and the humidity slams into me. Ugh, I swear it’s like sucking in liquid air and I notice my tank sticking to my body. “Gross.”
Jasmine chuckles as she starts towards the main grounds of campus. “What class do you have?”
I check my wristwatch and bite the inside of my lip. “Psychology 101. Woopee!” I roll my eyes to myself. I’m such a douche, I don’t even want to be a psychologist but I had a full scholarship to do it. Free ride, baby, and I’m all about the free rides. I chuckle to myself at the double innuendo and Jasmine gives me a weird look… kind of like she’s constipated or has something very large stuck up her rear end. I have to look away so I can suppress the bubble of laughter that’s lodged in my throat.
We walk in silence through the blistering heat and I’m playing the café incident on a loop through my mind. Why the fuck is he changing the rules? Don’t worry, you haven’t missed anything, I have yet to explain how this game came about. He knows the ins and outs; he knows who to touch and who to not. If he’s playing mind games then he’ll have to try harder because unfortunately for him, I know Jasmine won’t go there and not only that, he knows everything. He’s fucked if he thinks her panties will drop for him. She won’t even drop them for me. Yeah, I fuck women too. Rarely, but it happens after a few drinks. Sex is sex in my head and I’ll take whatever I can get.
“Catch you later, Callie.” Jasmine walks off toward the science building and I stand there like a complete dick thinking how I’m going to get that fucker back for the stunt he pulled back there. I smirk as a thought comes to mind and I saunter to my building with a spring in my step. Shit’s about to get real. He won’t know what’s hit him.
I swagger out of the café with a huge grin on my face. Yeah, I just moved the goalposts of our game but fuck it, I’m not letting her win. She goes after all my teammates so it’s only fair that I do the same.
Fuck, it’s not like I want her again but she co
mes into my house and fucks whoever she wants. Time for a little payback.
Walking toward the exit, I spot some girls coming in; giggling and look back out the glass doors. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered about girls giggling at someone other than me but then the whispers start.
Frowning, I pick up my pace, not so much that it’s noticeable but just enough to get me there a little faster.
Pushing through the doors, I scan the area, looking to see what’s causing all the giggles and whispers. As soon as I see the black, shiny mustang, the grin spreads on my face and I shove my fingers in my mouth and whistle, the sound echoing.
His head lifts from where he’s leaning against the side of his car talking to a couple of my teammates and his own grin widens as he pushes off the door and walks toward me.
“Bro!” I shout, jogging closer to him. We do our special brother handshake and clap each other on the back. It’s been too fucking long since I last saw him.
Jay’s three years older than me, both taller and wider than me too, although he’s pure muscle. Not the athletic kind of muscle that I have but pure muscle.
He’s been more of a father to me than a big brother, always looking out for me when we were younger and that didn’t stop as we grew older. He never got to go to college, instead he set up his own business, determined to take care of both me and the coke head we have for a mom.
It meant that he had to leave for a while, at the time he told me that he had to go away for business but rumors soon started and I knew he’d been caught and sent to prison.
Once he finally admitted it to me, he let me visit the odd time and made me promise to accept the football scholarship that I’d be offered and not to follow in his footsteps.