Good question…oh yeah!
“Because we have to work on the project after school,” I surmised. “I’ll have a couple hours free once I’m done with practice and before I have to be back for the game.
“As if,” she mumbled.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. She ignored me.
“I’ll be in the library after school,” Rumple stated matter-of-factly. “You do what you want.”
“I’ll meet you there after last period,” I told her. Knowing that she had to be in my presence and talk to me in order to complete a project put me in good spirits, and I headed out to the field with a smile that seemed to scare my teammates.
Hanging out in the library to get our project going was definitely going to give me all the advantage I needed. Once she realized that there was no resisting me—since she wasn’t striking for the other team—she’d have to give in, and then…well, we would just have to see what happened then.
Maybe like Shakespeare’s Othello, I denoted it a “foregone conclusion.” Somehow, in the back of my mind, I had the feeling it wasn’t going to be quite so straightforward.
Now it was time to focus again.
CHAPTER 4
ROUNDING THE KEEPER
I needed to get laid.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I had spent most of the last five days thinking about the same girl without making my usual progress, because I hadn’t had my dick in a girl’s anything for a week, or because there was a game tonight, and I always felt a little tense afterward until I got off.
Dad’s offer of store-bought pussy was actually sounding appealing.
Well…not when I really thought about it, but still.
It might have had something to do with looking forward to my little study date with Rumple and not being able to find her anywhere. She definitely wasn’t in the library, and her car was absent from the school grounds. When I drove to her house, the car wasn’t there, either.
Dammit.
She had to have had something horrible happen to her, because why else wouldn’t she be there? The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. I started driving around town, then back toward her house and then around the school again. By that time, her car was in the parking lot along with about five hundred other cars. I looked at the clock on my dashboard.
“Shit!”
I should already be in the locker rooms.
I parked next to the picnic tables on the grass since there weren’t any close parking spots and ran to the locker room. Everyone else smirked at me, and I just gave them a bit of a raised eyebrow and started pulling stuff out of my locker.
“Get a little pre-game action, Malone?” Robin Stephens, one of our strikers, asked. “Was it any good?”
“You ever have pussy that wasn’t good?” I asked him. I didn’t give him time to answer. “No wait…let me rephrase that. Have you ever had pussy?”
That one got a big laugh from everyone except Robin. He didn’t respond at all, which made me pretty sure I was right about his virginal status. He was only a sophomore, though. If he didn’t get some action by the end of the year, I’d have to help him out.
Yeah, I definitely needed to get laid.
I pushed the thoughts from my head as I put on my uniform and stretched. When we walked through the tunnel and onto the field, the noise from the crowd was just about deafening. We did the usual lineup and handshaking with the refs, and I shook hands with the captain of the team from Eugene before heading to my goal. I tossed a bottle of water and a towel off to the side then turned and faced the field.
I took several slow, deep breaths. I gazed over the lines of the box, making sure the repainting had been done right and nothing was screwed up. I checked out the center ref and the line refs, and I knew them all. I could hear the yelling of the crowd, but it became background noise in my head as the whistle blew.
Soccer was big in our community—much bigger than in most high schools around the US—and had surpassed American football in recent years. A lot of that had to do with me, and I knew it. Hell, everyone knew it, and they pointed it out on a regular basis. It brought money to the school and made my dad happy. Well, happy for him, anyway. When the ball was at the other end of the field, I glanced over at the area in the stands where m
y dad was sitting and saw a couple other people also in his area. I couldn’t tell who they were from the goal, though. One of them almost had to be a scout though.
I directed my eyes back to the ball and watched the left wing bring it up the field. He got past Jeremy and ended up being tackled by Robin Stephens. The problem was, Robin got a lot more of the opponent’s ankles than he got ball, and he was in the box at the time.