“You have to come with me,” she says, her eyes pointed at the field. She salivates over Clay. “You are not getting out of this that easily. We are a team.”
I hold my hand up to my forehead, pretending to faint. “I think I feel something coming on.” Trying to hold back my laughter, I fail.
“You’re not funny, Tori. I have been looking forward to this for weeks. We have it all planned out.”
“No,” I correct her, “you have it all planned out. I just listen to you ramble on about how you’re having sex with Clay.”
She presses her index finger to her lips and looks over her shoulder at the people behind us on the bleachers. “Shh! He would have a stroke if anyone heard you say that.”
How Clay has waited this long to have sex with Jessica shocks the hell out of me. A guy like Clay—the starting quarterback of our team, good-looking, and rich—has girls throwing themselves at him all day long. Just like Bash. They’re practically twins. Jessica is beautiful beyond words, but I’m still surprised he hasn’t bailed, like his jerk of a friend did to me.
“Calm down, Jess.” I stroke her forearm with my fingers. “I’ll make an appearance, but I can’t promise I will stay all night. I don’t feel good after getting smacked in the face and knocked down by Bash. He’s not a small guy, and the tip of the football hit me like a dart.”
She lets out a relieved sigh. “I’m calm. Just glad that you’re not ditching me.”
I force a closed mouth smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“But I understand if you need to leave,” she adds, with a hopeful expression on her face.
“I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me. This night is about Clay popping your cherry.” I chuckle at the last part. “I won’t let this ruin your celebration.”
“You’re so vulgar.” She smacks me on the leg. “Why do you have to say things like that?”
“You’re such a prude,” I counter. “And for someone so pure, I can’t believe you want to give up your V card at a football party.”
She shrugs, her eyes focused on the game in front of us. “It’s an important night for Clay, and this is an important night for me. I don’t know. I just thought it would make it special for us.”
“I don’t know how special it will be with music thumping through the house and drunk people humping each other’s legs in the living room.”
Jessica rolls her eyes at me. “Easy for you to say. Bash made your first time something from a fairy tale.”
I can’t deny it. Bash went all out, made me believe he was my Prince Charming. It turns out he was more like a toad.
“But look what he did after. That’s all that matters anymore.”
She doesn’t respond this time. Jessica knows the story better than anyone. It’s a shame Bash has his version. That’s the story everyone on campus knows. It’s also the story that turned him into a legendary ladies man and made me an outcast.
As much as I’d love to use the pulse throbbing in my head as an excuse to go back to the dorm, eat junk food, and binge watch Netflix, I have to support my friend. So, I have no choice but to suck it up and deal with Bash and his stupid friends. It’s only a few hours.
How much damage can he do?
Chapter 2
Bash
We won our first game.
I should be more excited after beating out my previous receiving record. But all I can think about is Tori and how hot she looked earlier. The first time I saw her, I had to have her. And I did. Until I let her get away. All because I had to fuck things up.
After all the classes she’d spent ditching or dropping just to get away from me, Tori finally talked to me. About damn time. We severed ties at the end of freshman year. I ruined my chance with her, but it wasn’t my fault. Ever since we split, she hasn’t as much as glanced in my direction or acknowledged that we know each other when I see her on campus. Not like I can blame her. Things ended badly between us. But she doesn’t know the real story.
Her disgust with me earlier only made me want to bend her over and fuck her senseless. Whether Tori realizes it or not, every guy on campus wants her. She’s the unattainable hot girl, mysterious and weird, and yet we all want a piece of her. I have a hard-on just thinking about her tanned skin, long legs, and blonde hair.
She’s beautiful and oblivious to the way men on campus look at her, a quality that has always made her more attractive. I miss her. And on occasion, I find myself thinking about her more than I should. It’s hard not to. Tori is not the kind of girl you forget. But she hates me.
Getting Tori to come to my house, after everything that had happened here, was always the hard part. With Clay’s girl guilt tripping Tori, I know she will show. Tori and Jessica are attached at th
e hip and never leave each other’s sides.