The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,6
the juicy details.” He rubs his hands together. Rolling my eyes, I walk into the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge before joining the others in the living room.
My ass has barely hit the leather couch before I start talking. “Short story. My grades are shit. He set me up with a tutor. I went to the library to meet them and guess who is supposed to tutor me?” A lazy grin appears on my lips.
“Please tell me it’s the nerd from the party.” Murphy beams. “Please…”
“Yup, it’s her, all right.” The whole room erupts into laughter. The only one not joining in is me. I don’t feel like cracking so much as a smile.
“Oh no, did she ice you again?” Daniels yells.
“Cage Wilder finally found his match. The one girl he can’t have,” Ian taunts.
“I could have her if I wanted to.” I crack open my beer and take a drink.
“So you keep saying, but I doubt that. There is no way you can get this girl on team Wilder.” I know he’s drunk and is only trying to fuck with me, but I’ve had enough of people telling me what I can and can’t do today. I want to do something for myself.
Lifting a thick brow, I pin him with a glare. “Want to bet on that?”
Murphy rubs at his chin and looks between us before turning back to me. “I tell you what, Wilder. If you can get that ice queen to fall for you, we will never talk about the beer incident again, and of course, more importantly, you’ll get bragging rights.”
A full fucking grin appears on my lips.
“Consider it done. I’ll have her wrapped around my little finger before you know it. You just wait. Watch and learn, boys.” I chug the rest of my beer and crush the can in my hand.
Blair Jensen is mine.
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Blair
I always thought being invisible sucked. All my life I’ve been the odd one out. I never really had many friends, and most people usually ignored me. I decided long ago that having my nose stuck in a book was much more fun than dealing with other people’s drama.
It did, however, leave me lonely, especially when it came to college. Still, I wish now more than ever, that people would just forget about me. That I could go back to being just another girl on campus. Ever since the party, people have been staring at me everywhere I go, whispering when I pass by. Laughing and smiling as if there is some inside joke that I’m not a part of.
“That’s her. She poured the beer on Cage.”
“I heard she’s a bitch, a cold-hearted one.”
“The only girl to ever turn him down.”
The whispers spread like wildfire and are all I can hear as I move between classes. In the last two weeks, all I could hope for was the ground to swallow me whole, and that everyone would forget me.
It seems fate had other plans because Cage arrived at the library as the new student I would be tutoring. Well, I would’ve been tutoring him had he shown up on time. I don’t work with people that can’t keep an appointment.
I bet he was late because he was screwing some chick.
I shake the thought away. I don’t really care what he was doing. All I care about is the fact that he was late and that he wasted my time. By the time I get back to my dorm, it’s eight. Getting dinner took way longer than I intended.
Tossing my backpack to the floor, I fall onto the bed. I stare up at the ceiling, the silence within the room drowning me. Alone. Forever alone. I suppose I should be grateful that I don’t have to share a space with anyone yet. Things could be worse.
Placing my hands on my stomach, I try to think of anything but the cocky, gorgeous athlete that has garnered me more attention than I could ever want. Thankfully, my cell phone rings, interrupting my thoughts before they can twist into something else.
I pluck the device from my pocket and stare down at the number on the screen. It isn’t one I recognize, but I answer it anyway, knowing there aren’t many people that have my number.
“Hello.”
“Hello, is this Blair Jensen?”
“Yup.”
“Hi, Blair. This is Coach Willard. I’m calling about Cage. I’m the one that set