The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,5
you’re not,” she snaps, shutting the book in front of her and interrupting me before I can finish what I wanted to say.
“Yes, I really am. I didn’t mean to be late, in fact, I was just outside the library,” I growl.
These last two weeks have been a bitch, and partly because of the dark temptress in front of me. Without looking at me, she starts packing up her stuff, shoving her books in her backpack like she has someplace to be. Panic starts to rise up inside of me. Shit!
Is she leaving?
“What are you doing?” I ask, gripping the edge of the table to center myself.
“I’m leaving,” she huffs, tossing her brown locks over her shoulder.
“But I’m here now. We still have like an hour to study.”
“Good for you, but late is late, and I don’t work with people that don’t take my time seriously,” she scolds, and suddenly, it feels like I’m a child all over again, being reprimanded for something that I did but didn’t do good enough.
“Jesus, do you have to be such a bitch all the time?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I’m many things, but I do my best not to be an asshole. The night we first met, I was simply poking fun, not trying to hurt her feelings, but obviously, I poked deeper than I realized.
She pauses briefly, just long enough to give me a death glare, before tossing her bag over her shoulder. “Maybe next time, you’ll be less of an asshole and get here on time, and then I won’t be such a bitch.”
And with that, she storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Fuck my life.
I briefly entertain the thought of running after her, girls love that kind of shit. Well, normal girls. Of course, Blair is nothing like the girls I usually deal with. So, I haven’t the faintest clue about how to handle her. If I chase after her, she’d probably call campus police, and then I’d have a whole other can of worms to deal with, and damn it, I do not need any more attention put on me.
Shaking my head, I leave the room and head to the parking lot.
“Hey, you!” a girl calls, rushing across the parking lot and straight for me.
“Uh, hi!” I scratch at the back of my head, unsure of who she is. She’s a blonde with a huge rack. Most likely, someone I’ve slept with.
A frown appears on her lips. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
I shake my head and force a grin. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t.”
“Maybe we can get reacquainted?” She wiggles her eyebrows and takes a step forward, placing her hand on my chest. I look down at her hand. For the first time in a long time, I’m not in the mood to screw someone.
“I’ll take a rain check, got shit to do,” I say, taking a step back. Her hand drops back down to her side, and she looks up at me, confused.
“She broke you. Ice queen broke you.”
Here we go again.
“No one broke me. Is it that impossible to think that I don’t want to fuck you?”
Okay, that was harsh, but I’m done with the taunting. I need to find a way to get even with Blair, even more so now than ever before.
“Whatever,” the girl huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “It’s your loss anyway.”
“Sure,” I mumble under my breath and climb into my truck.
I’m just going to forget this whole day ever happened and start over tomorrow, that’s the best thing to do. The drive home seems to take forever, and when I pull into the condo I share with Murphy, I find a bunch of cars parked out on the street, letting me know that half of the team is here, probably already drunk.
This day just keeps getting better and better.
As expected, I walk in to find five of my friends and teammates already three sheets to the wind. Normally, I don’t drink on the weekdays because of practice and grades, but today I need a fucking beer. I need something to wash away the memory of my mistakes, and the nerdy virgin.
“There you are! What did Coach want?” Murphy questions just as I step over the threshold.
“I need a drink first.” I drop my bags next to the door on my way to the kitchen.
“Fine, meet in the living room,” Murphy gives me a chin nod, “I need to hear all