Offside

“Yeah,” I acknowledged as I plopped down in the seat next to Jeremy. “So?”

“Thomas has fucked every cheerleader on the squad,” Robin spat out.

“Jealous,” I shot back at him. “Besides, that’s not true. Some of them only gave me blow-jobs.”

“But you fucked Lones, right?” Frankie asked for confirmation.

“You want me to draw you a fucking picture?” I tossed back at him. “My cock, her cunt. Cum everywhere!”

I lifted my arms up and out in a grand gesture, and raucous laughter ensued. I leaned back in my chair until the two front legs were off the floor and tipped back my bottle of Gatorade.

“So, Klosav needs advice,” Jeremy said as he continued to laugh. Clint snickered, too. “She asked him to the dance and he wants some ac-tion!”

Within about thirty seconds, the whole group had sunk into near-hooligan mentality. I was surprised they hadn’t managed to start a food fight or at least flip over a couple of tables. Jeremy stood up on the chair and started thrusting his hips back and forth in time with some goofy arm movements. Frankie started making noises that may or may not have been his attempt at singing.

“Bow chicka bow-wow!”

“You guys are oh-so-much-help!” Klosav whined.

“I told you not to worry about it,” Clint said. “If she asked you, you’re in there.”

“You fuck her, too?” Jeremy asked Clint.

“Sure,” Clint said with a shrug. “Malone isn’t the only asshole around here that gets laid.”

“Yeah,” I said as I reached over and punched Clint in the arm, “but when I fucked her, she was still tight. You got the sloppy seconds.”

“Thirds!” Paul said as he took one of the empty seats at the table. It was becoming a regular party. “I got her on the ‘Thomas’s not talking to me after he took my cherry’ rebound two weeks later!”

“Hey, that’s how I ended up with Crystal!” Clint laughed. “I let her cry all over my shoulder then showed her one of my ‘special tricks’.”

He waggled his eyebrows.

“Lones has fucked half the team by now.” Jeremy pointed out. He was still standing on his chair, and he leaned over and started tapping people on the head as if he were playing duck-duck-goose.

“Only half?” Mika laughed. “I thought she’d fucked us all by now! In jersey order number!”

I had to laugh at that one. Paul’s jersey was number two and Clint’s was number three.

“Who?” New kid Tony came over, holding a tray of food, and hovered near where I was sitting before he walked around to the other side of the table. He dropped into the chair across from me.

“Heather Lones,” Frankie said. “She’ll probably be your first piece of ass.”

Tony glared at him.

“You guys are sick,” he said with a shake of his head. He started popping open a can of Coke.

“Nah, he doesn’t want her,” I said. “Tony’s still pining after my cock.”

His evil eye flipped over to me.

“It’s okay, kid,” I told him in a soft, reassuring voice. I reached over and patted him on the hand. “I know I’m hard to resist. If you want, just crawl under the table and suck me off. No one will see you.”

The laughter at that one pretty much engulfed the cafeteria. One of the teachers yelled at us to keep it down. I glanced over my shoulder to see which teacher it was and was met with a stare from deep, beautiful blue eyes.

Aw, fuck it all.

Rumple was sitting about three feet behind me, turned most of the way around in her chair to point toward where I was sitting. She stood up, grabbed her tray, and walked out of the cafeteria without looking back. I wondered what she had heard. Shit! She could have heard it all.