“Sounds perfect,” I reply as I roll my luggage into my room. It’s decent-sized. Same tan walls, same beige carpet. The bed is a double, so much bigger than Mabel’s couch, which was infused with the scents of smoke and cat pee. The closet is small, but there’s a dresser against one wall which will be enough space. I don’t own much. My sewing machine and new laptop will fit perfectly on the desk in the corner. I can work with this.
I unload my clothes and my bedding so I can make my bed with the deep purple sheets and the purple comforter with white stripes. The one small remnant of my former life in Vista del Cielo. I hang up most of my shirts and dresses then fold the t-shirts, pants and skirts and put them in my dresser, which smells like wood and mothballs. I’m going to need an extra layer of perfume every day.
I set my school supplies and backpack on my desk next to my sewing machine. Tomorrow I’ll explore the campus, buy my books, and get ready for Monday. My scholarship covers everything except room and board, so for two years at Cambria I will owe $45,000 of a $160,000 education. The number is overwhelming, but I have to remind myself that if I went here for four years without a scholarship, I would be around $320,000 in debt. Plus, I’ll likely land a job teaching as soon as I return to L.A. There are so many districts looking for teachers. You will be okay, I remind myself.
Chapter 6: Donovan
Tomorrow is D-Day – back to school. I text my boys while I’m out grabbing a few last-minute things.
“Food?”
Rhodes: “Yeah, but you need to get back here. Soon.”
Jax: “Yeah I’m starving.”
Bateman: “I’m out. At B’s.” Of course he is.
“What do you want?”
Rhodes: “Popeye’s chicken. 10 pcs. Fries and slaw.”
Jax: “That for all of us?”
Rhodes: “LOL. No, dumbass.”
Jax: “Jesus H. You’re a horse. I’ll take the 3 piece tenders with mashed.”
“Got it. Be home in 30.” I ignore Rhodes' other message. I’m in no hurry to get home now. He scares me and I’m now worried he fucked with my room again. Did I lock it before I left? Fuck, I can’t remember.
I walk in with the chicken and Rhodes and Jax stare at me.
“Hungry, fuckers?”
“I hope you’re hungry.” Rhodes smirks at me.
“What? What did you assholes do now?” I ask as I set the bags of food on the table.
“You may want to go upstairs,” Jax says with a smirk while pulling up a chair to eat.
“Jaxon, tell me what the fuck is going on?” I snarl at him. “Or I swear to all that’s holy next practice I will hit you so hard I’ll see snot bubbles come out of your nose.”
“Don’t trust us?” Rhodes is laughing now.
“No, not at all. You dickbags put a beehive in my room last year. I had to smoke them out and my room reeked for a month. So, no, I don’t trust you.”
“This is a good thing, bro. Scout’s honor.” Rhodes raises two fingers and flashes me his creepy Grinch-like smile. He takes out a chicken leg and crushes it in two bites.
“You’re really gonna eat all that? That isn’t possible,” Jax questions.
“The only thing I eat more than chicken is pussy, bro,” Rhodes says as he wipes the grease dripping off his chin. “Both are juicy and delicious.”
I shake my head and walk upstairs to check out what those fuckers did to my room. My door is cracked open just slightly, so I slowly push it open out of pure fear, but instead of being greeted by a grizzly bear or a flock of seagulls, I see a busty brunette laying on my bed.
Sydney. Sydney is a sorority chick and the only frequent flyer I’ve ever had. She’s sexy, with long brown hair, huge tits, a bare pussy and a tight ass. And she’s lying on my bed completely naked. Holy balls tightening, Batman.
“Hey,” she purrs and crawls toward the end of the bed on all fours. “I missed you.”
“Hey, Syd,” I reply, watching her tits bounce as she crawls. “Missed me or my dick?” She’d better not be missing me. I don’t even know her really. We’ve never really talked and we sure as shit never dated. I need to get her out of my room quickly. Fucking Rhodes. He knows better than to let anyone up here. I make a mental note to punch him in the balls.
“I missed my Big Dick Blake,” she says as she snaps the waistband of my briefs inside my pants.
“Let’s go downstairs, sweet tits.” I don’t fuck in my bed. Brooks had a unique set of rules about girls and I still follow some of them, even though he broke them all last year with Kiernan. Never fuck in your own bed is rule number… well I don’t give a shit which rule it is, I just know it’s a rule. So is wrapping your tool before every sexcapade. That one is just common sense though. The rules are meant to keep girls from getting too attached. It works… most of the time.
“But I want to stay here,” she whines and rolls over onto her back with her hair cascading over the edge of my bed. She crooks her finger at me and I walk closer. She unzips my pants and pulls my cock out.
“There he is,” she says as she takes me into her mouth. Jesus. Her warm mouth is bathing my cock as she begins sucking with a purpose. Swirling and licking the tip with her tongue. Fuck that feels good.
“Mmm,” she moans with my dick in her mouth and the vibration of her voice makes my balls tighten. “You taste delicious. I missed this.”
I need to get out of here before this gets too far. I pull my dick out of her mouth and pull my pants up. Before she can whine, I flip her over and up so she’s straddling my head and begin eating her out. After a few minutes of her squirming on my shoulders, I slide her down my body and she wraps her legs around my waist while I cup her ass.
“Let’s go.”
She nods and I walk out of my bedroom. I carry her downstairs, where Rhodes and Jax are still eating chicken. The irony doesn’t escape me here. It was definitely juicy and delicious.
I look over at my boys as I round the corner from the stairs. Jax is admiring Rhodes’ bottomless pit of a stomach when his jaw hits the floor as he sees me with a naked chick clamped onto my body.
I walk into The Office and slam the door and gently toss Sydney onto the mattress. She spreads her legs for me and I dive right back in.
I’m still hard as shit from her blow job upstairs, but I have a reputation to uphold of making girls come like the Earth has shattered.
“Oh God, Van, God!” She starts to scream. Sydney is a screamer. A loud fucking screamer. Every time we fuck I swear it’s the last time because of the screaming, but here we are again. My cock overtaking my brain.
But this time she had the balls to call me Van, so now all the blood from dick is rushing to my other head in anger. I can’t focus on anything except the thought of my Grammy’s nickname for me name coming out of her mouth. I stop the oral session because I’m livid and my rock hard dick is now flaccid. I obviously don’t let shit go very easily.
“Where are your clothes, Syd?”
No one, ever, calls me Van. That was the nickname my Grammy Charlotte gave me when I was really young. We were at my grandparents’ house in the Hamptons and I was running from the beach back to their house when my grandma said it for the first time. Van was her brother who passed away when they were young. I never met him, but she always said I reminded her of him. That nickname was buried with her.
“Oh baby, that was so good.” She rolls over and crawls to the end of the mattress clearly not reading the situation very well. She starts tracing my six-pack with her pink nails, which are sharpened to a deadly point. Christ, is that really a thing? Apparently. She could rip my heart out of my chest with them, Vampire Diaries style.
“Clothes?” I ask again.
“I didn’t wear any. Just my coat, which is by the front door,” she says with an attempt at a seductive smile.
“Time to go,” I reply coldly.
“That’s it?” she whines.
“Yeah, why? You fucking ruined my mood. You think we’re goin
g to fucking cuddle or some shit?”
“Well, I don’t know. I missed you. I thought—“
I cut her off. “You thought wrong. My rules haven’t changed since last year. Now, get up, get your coat, and get the fuck out. And never call me Van again.” Fuck, maybe Brooks’ other rule about not fucking the same chick twice is a good one to keep from now on too.
Sydney huffs. “Uber will be here seven minutes,” I snap.
I walk out of The Office to see Rhodes and Jax lounging on the couch watching ESPN with a few empty beer cans stacked on the coffee table.
“That was quick,” Rhodes laughs as I walk out to the living room.
“Fuck off,” I snap.
“Whoa, what happened in there?” Rhodes asks as Sydney exits the room, still naked. I didn’t bother to get her coat for her. She can take the walk of shame for all I care.
Sydney slips on her long black coat, which was sitting on a chair in the kitchen. Jax is staring so hard he’s going to need some private time. Actually…
“Hey, Syd, you came here looking to get laid right?” I ask. Rhodes shoots me a pointed a look. We’ve fucked the same chicks, but not on the same night. We’re close, but we don’t want to smell each other’s sex when we we’re screwing.
“Yeah, I’m good. I mean anything for you, Blake.” She smiles and starts to untie the belt on her coat. I notice she’s reverted back to calling me Blake.
“Nah, not me. I’m done with you after that shit you pulled, but Jax here…” I pause and look over to him. “Jax get your ass up. Sydney is gonna make a man out of you and your useless balls.”
“What?” they both say simultaneously.
“Syd, let’s be real. You’re here because I wear a jersey. Jaxon is the starting quarterback this season. Think of him as the new Mac, without the huge cock. You want to pop his Cambria cherry?”
“Yeah? Let’s go, Jaxon,” she says and crooks her finger at him while her coat drops to the floor. Horny little jersey chaser.
“Uh, I’m game.” Jax adjusts his junk and they walk into The Office together and shut the door.
“Don’t forget to bag it, kid!” I shout.
“What did Syd do to piss you off so much that you pawned her off on Jax? She’s your go-to.”
“She called me Van,” I replied with a sharp edge still in my tone.
“She didn’t,” Rhodes responds with wide eyes. He knows that nickname has been shut down since Grammy passed.
“Toss me a beer,” I snap as the anger pools in my gut again and I flop down on the couch next to Rhodes. He tosses me a bottle, I crack it and take a long swig.
“Over under 10 minutes?” Rhodes asks with a nervous laugh, trying to change the subject.
“Way under. Way, way under. She’ll still make her Uber,” I chuckle. “Wait, you don’t think he’s a virgin do you?” Not that I care if Sydney pops his real cherry. She’s off my dick and I don’t plan to let her back on.
“Nah, he’s a handsome kid, right? He had to have pulled some tail in two years at U-Dub. But those chicks got nuthin’ on Syd the Screamer. Kid is in for it.”
I shrug. “Ugh, the screaming,” I reply. “My ears fucking bleed. You know what concentration it takes to finish when the chick fucking you is calling dolphins?”
“Yeah, well it’s not much better listening to her wail from out here,” Rhodes retorts.
I grabbed the controller Jax was using. “Start one?” I ask Rhodes. He nods and switches the TV over to the Xbox. Just then, we hear a loud scream from Sydney.
“Culmination,” I say dryly and Rhodes starts to laugh.
“At least he got her off,” he offers.
“Nah, she’s a damn good faker.”
“How’d you know?” he asks while glancing at me side-eyed.
“I had whiskey dick bad one time last year at Pi Kappa and I fucked her in one of their bedrooms, but somehow she still managed to scream so loud the window cracked.” I shrug. “I’m pretty sure she was just putting on a show for everyone, and I had to fix Bobby’s window.”
“Just one time, huh?” Rhodes jabs at me.
“Fuck you. Yeah, one time,” I laugh.
Less than thirty seconds later, Sydney walks her naked ass out of the room, throws on her coat and leaves the townhouse without a word.
“Looks like she’s gonna make her Uber,” I laugh.
Jax walks out shortly after, his hand covering his package and looking completely disheveled.
“Nice work, Jaxon. Considerate of you to get her out of here quickly so she doesn’t miss her free ride home.”
He walks straight to his bedroom and closes the door. Then I hear him shout through the door, “Thanks, bro!”
“Anytime, my man!” I laugh. Rhodes and I play a few games of Madden before Jax appears again.
“How you feeling?” I ask.
“Fucking fantastic,” he replies as he adjusts his package. “We’re gonna win it all again this year.”
“Syd have a magic pussy I don’t know about? This isn’t Bull Durham.”
“Yeah, I’m in love,” he says as he closes his eyes, no doubt replaying Sydney’s tits flopping around while she bounced on his dick. That’s her patented move.
“Shit, bro, you broke him on the first weekend.” Rhodes punches me in the arm.
“He’ll be fine. He hasn’t even made it to a Pi Kappa party yet.”
“What’s that?” Jax asks.
“Well, my little grasshopper. Pi Kappa is our frat. They live in a huge house and throw epic parties. That house will be loaded with free pussy just because you’re a football player. Don’t blow your whole wad on Sydney just yet.”
“Don’t break his little heart, bro,” Rhodes laughs.
Jax leans back in the recliner and puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes.
“Fucking rookie,” I laugh.
Chapter 7: Maisy
I wake up and stretch. It took me a minute to realize where I was when I opened my eyes, but the tan walls gave it away. I slept pretty well being in a real bed for the first time in a long time.
I wandered around campus most of the day on Sunday to get everything I needed for today. I also went into the town of Woodbury and picked up a couple job applications – mostly server applications, but one at a coffee shop that I’m really hoping for.
Since I’m here on scholarship, I wasn’t awarded work-study on campus, so I have to find a place in town somewhere. Main Street in Woodbury isn’t too far to walk though, and there are several small businesses there. Plus, a bus route runs nearby that would take me to town when it gets too cold to walk. That reminds me I need to find a thrift store to get winter gear at some point. I don’t own any. Never had a need until now. I’m actually excited to see snow. I never have.
Today after my classes, I’ll drop off my applications. I’ve saved enough money to pay for my phone for a couple months and since I don’t have a meal plan, I plan to prepay for a cheap one today that should last me the semester until I can save more money. But I’m also a college kid and I want to have money for college things. I want the experience.
After getting dressed, I head out for the first day with butterflies in stomach. First up is curriculum writing, followed by English Lit.
I make a pit stop in The Castle, the student union part of campus, to grab a coffee before my back-to-back classes. I scoped it out yesterday so I’d know where to go on my first day of classes. Gypsy Juice, the coffee shop, is located is in the dead center of the third floor, and is surrounded by plenty of booths and tables where students hang out. The place is packed by the time I get there, so I take a place in line.
As I wait with a dozen other people, someone wraps an arm around my shoulder.
“Hey chica,” a voice whispers into my ear. It’s the same baseball player who offered me a free mammogram on Saturday. He’s with the same guys too, and I recognize Finn and Logan – the one Millie started drooling over when he carried my stuff.
“Gynecologist, actually.” He winks and his eyes float down to my chest in my white off-the-shoulder peasant top.
“I don’t know about that. You seem to have your head so far up your own butt I thought maybe you were giving yourself a rectal exam,” I quip.
By this point his boys can’t breathe, they’re laughing so hard.
“You really need to come to our party next weekend. I like your smart mouth,” Logan says as he walks up.
“What’s your name?” the gynecologist asks.
“Maisy,” I reply.
“I’m Gomez, this is Sims, and Stoner. You know Finn and Logan obviously.” He points to each one of the guys with him. He is short and thin with bowed legs. He looks like he would be fast. “We all play baseball.”
“Nice to meet you all.” I smile at the row of guys standing there staring at me. I feel like a piece of a meat in a display case. Millie warned me that these athletes enjoy the new options on campus.
“So you coming next weekend? We’d like to see more of you,” Finn asks again. He’s persistent. He’s short and stocky, with an edge, and seems to be the leader of these guys.
“Yeah, maybe. If my roommate can come with me,” I shrug.
“Whatever gets your hot ass there,” Gomez says.
“We’ll be tailgating before the football game Saturday,” Finn says “You’re both welcome to stop by for some beer and food.” He flashes me a crooked smile and lifts his CU baseball hat and tucks his long, blond hair back under it.
“Sure, that sounds good. Thanks for the invite. I gotta get my coffee and get to class.” No chance I’m going to their tailgate or the party. Not yet anyway. I need to get my bearings on this campus and the social dynamics before I jump into anything. I knew the roles back home and where I fit in. I had my group of close-knit friends for years. This is all new, and while I can usually adjust to any group dynamic, I need to decide where I want to spend my time.
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