Cocky Striker - Evan Grace Page 0,6
time for my next class. The food isn’t terrible; the cafeteria is noisy, and honestly, I’m loving the peace and quiet of my own place.
The restaurant is right on campus, so I step inside and get in line. I know what I want, so while I wait to order I glance around the restaurant. It’s been two weeks since the night at Sluggers, and I’ve been seeing Laken everywhere.
I’ve seen her at the library, running around the track in little booty shorts and a sports bra that my dick has certainly appreciated. She’s got soft curves that my hands ache to touch.
Twice I’ve woken up hard as a rock and have had to jerk off—all while conjuring up some amazing fantasies about Laken. She looks to be reading on a Kindle; my mom and sister both have one glued to their hands.
When it’s my turn to order, I order my usual chicken burrito and grab a bottle of water out of the little cooler. Once I pay, I grab my food and weave my way through the tables until I sit right across from Laken.
“This seat’s… Oh, it’s you.”
I place my hand over my heart. “I’m gonna try to not take any offence to that.”
Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of deep pink. “Ugh … sorry, that wasn’t very nice. How are you, Chance?”
I love the way my name sounds coming from her lips. “I’m good, Laken.” We both eat in silence for a few minutes, but then I want to know more about her. “So what’s your major?”
“Nutritional science.” She shrugs. “Not super exciting, I know, but my dad’s a type 1 diabetic. By being a nutritionist, I can make sure he stays healthy and eats the right stuff. My long term plan is to work at a hospital doing dietary education or in some capacity like that.” Laken shakes her head. “Sorry, I tend to babble.”
Fuck me, she’s cute. “You didn’t babble. I can tell you’re passionate about it. My major is not nearly as noble. I’m a business major with a minor in marketing. I hope to work for a sports team or sporting gear company in some capacity.” It’s my turn to shrug. “I’ll start applying for internships after this semester, and hopefully it’ll lead to an amazing job.”
Laken looks at her phone. “Shoot, I have to get to class.” She stands and reaches for her trash.
I stop her. “I’ll get it.”
“Okay, thanks. It was nice having lunch with you, Chance.” She takes off before I can reply.
I throw away our garbage and head outside.
After my classes are over, I run home to change for soccer practice. I throw my shin guards and cleats into my duffle bag along with a bottle of water and towel. As I step out, Trey is pulling up in front of my apartment.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say as I climb into his blue Ford Edge.
“No problem, man. I stopped by earlier to see if you wanted to grab lunch before your classes, but you weren’t home.”
“I had lunch at Chipotle today. I ran into that girl I was telling you about.”
Trey pulls into the parking lot near the field we practice on. “The petite brunette?”
I nod as I climb out. We grab our bags from the backseat. “Since I saw her at Slugger’s, I’ve seen her everywhere. There’s just something about her.”
He looks at me with wide-eyes. “Oh my God, I never thought I’d see the day that Chance Bateman would be smitten.” Trey laughs as I shove him away from me.
“Shut the fuck up—I’m not smitten, and who the fuck says smitten? My problem is I haven’t gotten laid or even a fucking blow job since school started.” He drops it.
After practice, I opt to walk back to my apartment instead of catching a ride with Trey. I’m fucking exhausted, but instead of going home and napping, I need to study for a little bit.
I stick my earbuds in and start listening to Tool as I make my way across campus. There are women everywhere in tiny shirts and even smaller shorts—I love living in SoCal.
I throw out some chin lifts and smiles. Margot, a girl I fucked a couple of times last year, comes strutting toward me with her ample cleavage on display. She’s proud of the fact that her daddy paid for her new tits.
As she approaches, I pull my earbuds from my ears. “What’s up, darlin’?” I say as she wraps her arms around me.