Destined - The Austin Series Prequel

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Didn’t just see it, got it on camera.’

  ‘You what?’ I uttered as I finally looked at him. ‘Show me,’ I demanded as I grabbed his camera and yanked it towards me.

  ‘Shit Gabe, you just nearly throttled me, it’s still around my bloody neck,’ he laughed as he unhooked it and pulled up some screen shots. There were loads of her, he must have put it on sports mode when he saw me checking her out. I zoomed in on the one where she’d lifted her head and our eyes had met for the first time. I gulped again and ran a hand through my hair.

  ‘She’s absolutely stunning,’ I whispered. I don’t know why I’d always shied away from brunettes, but in this girls case I’d go so far as to say if I’d had a police sketch artist draw me up my perfect fantasy, I was looking at its spitting image. I looked back up but saw Julie approaching with our drinks and thrust the camera back at Doug. ‘Don’t delete any, not a single one,’ I warned.

  ‘Damn, you do have it bad,’ he chuckled. I flinched as Julie kissed my cheek and found myself looking over to see if the girl was watching, but she was facing her friend again, talking. I absentmindedly sipped my drink as I tried to concentrate on holding a conversation with Julie and Doug, but my mind was on her and my eyes kept straying in her direction. I was drawn to her like an ocean wave to the shore. I felt a slap on my arm and looked around.

  ‘Seriously? I’m talking to you and you’re staring at some other girl?’ Julie huffed.

  ‘Sorry, I just thought I knew her,’ I shrugged. It wasn’t a lie, when I’d looked into her eyes I felt like I’d seen into her soul, like I’d known her forever. I snorted as I heard myself in my head. What the hell was going on with me? I tried really hard to focus on Julie but felt myself starting to panic. What if this girl walked out and I never saw her again? What if she was what I’d been searching for? The person that would help heal me, give my life some meaning? I needed to get her number, this was a large city and no way did I want her slipping through my fingers. I hated losing, especially when I wanted something badly, and I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything in my life. I felt another sharp slap on my arm and Julie slammed her drink down and headed back to the bar to join her friends.

  ‘Way to go dude,’ Doug laughed. ‘Carry on like this and she’ll do you a favour and dump your arse first.’

  ‘Then I better keep staring at her. Shit, where’s she gone?’ I exclaimed as I looked for the girl.

  ‘Not sure you want to know.’

  ‘Doug, where is she,’ I demanded.

  ‘Over by the bar, with some guy.’

  ‘What?’ I hissed, some guy? What bloody guy? Doug grabbed me, swapped positions and pointed through the crowds. I felt my fists clench and my blood boil as I watched some fucking arsehole with his hands on her and his lips on her neck. I heard myself growl angrily.

  ‘Dude, seriously? Did you just fucking growl?’

  ‘Who the fuck’s that with her?’ I snarled.

  ‘How the hell should I know?’

  ‘If he doesn’t take his fucking hands off her I swear …’ I shoved both my hands through my hair and put them on my hips and tried to take a calming breath.

  ‘You swear what?’

  ‘I’m going to ram his bloody teeth so far down his throat that they’ll chatter every time he farts.’

  ‘You need to chill. You’re going to have a heart attack, I’ve never seen you like this over a girl, you’re acting crazy.’

  Doug was right, I was acting crazy, seriously crazy. A couple of looks at a girl and I was acting like a possessive jealous husband. O shit, husband? Now I knew I was losing it. Was I seriously so attracted to a girl, a girl I hadn’t even met, that I was imagining getting that serious with her? I was tempted to go over and shove him off her and tell her she should be with me, but he was obviously her boyfriend. What was I thinking? That she’d just dump him to try me? Hang on a second, why wouldn’t she dump him to try me? I checked him out, I was much better looking, taller, had a way better body and I could tell he wasn’t stacked in the cock department. I could make her come in ways he couldn’t even imagine. I closed my eyes and groaned, as I imagined her naked willing body below mine, looking up at me with those big blues eyes and begging me to fill her. I saw us holding hands as I slowly made love to her and heard her cry my name in ecstasy. I slapped my hand to my forehead, making love to her? Had I really just imagined making love to her? I’d never “made love” to a girl in my life, I fucked.

  ‘Dude seriously, you’re turning red, take a few breathes.’

  ‘I think I need some cold air,’ I nodded. I glanced over at her again and hissed through my teeth as I saw the guy stick a hand on her breast and squeeze. As if that didn’t make me mad enough, I watched as she removed it and frowned at him, then the bastard did it again. This time she scowled fiercely at him, that scowl was seriously hot but right now I was pissed off. I was beginning to doubt he was a boyfriend, she looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, uncomfortable and vulnerable and I felt my heart ache as my fists clenched again. When he grabbed her arse and she looked at him shocked and tried to push him off, that made my mind up. I was going to drag him off her and carry her out of here. No one was ever going to lay a finger on her again, not if I had anything to do with it.

  I strode purposefully forwards, my anger fuelling me, I needed to protect her from that arsehole, before he forced her to do something she didn’t want. Suddenly I was surrounded by people, I tried to push my way through and realised it was the swim team boys, trying to get me up onto their shoulders. I yelled at them to get off me and struggled to get away, damn it, I needed to get to her to make sure she was ok. By the time they realised I wasn’t joking about it being a bad time and I made my way to where she’d been standing, she’d vanished. I felt sick as I looked around the bar. I dragged a young spotty kid out of his chair and climbed up on it to scan the room, I couldn’t see her anywhere.

  ‘Shit, shit, SHIT,’ I yelled as I shoved my hands through my hair. Everyone around me went quiet and looked up at me and I saw Doug mouthing ‘WTF?’ at me across the room. I hopped down and headed straight for the ladies toilet, ignoring everyone’s objections as I marched in to look for her. When a blonde came out of the only occupied stall she looked at me surprised, then smiled and bit her lip, nodding back at the cubicle. Ordinarily she’d have been my type and I’d have obliged, but all I could think of was that damn brunette with the beautiful smile. I even checked the men’s room in case he’d dragged her in there. I elbowed my way through the crowds and rushed outside, panting in a panic looking left and right. The street was pretty empty, apart from a row of waiting empty taxi’s, there was no sign of her. I saw a black cab disappearing in the distance and could have sworn I saw that crazy chick’s multi coloured hair in the back window. I just had to hope she’d dragged her friend out with her, but that meant I’d just lost her. ‘Fuck,’ I yelled and turned and punched the wall in frustration just as Doug and Julie came out of the bar to find me.

  ‘Gabe, what have you done? What’s going on?’ Julie looked up at me all teary eyed as she grabbed my hand and took out a tissue to dab my bleeding knuckles. I sighed and my shoulders slumped. What the hell was wrong with me? I was acting totally out of character over a girl I didn’t even know when I had a really sweet kind girlfriend already. I pulled my hand away from her, leaned back on the wall and covered my eyes while I tried to pull myself together.

  ‘Julie, I think you’d better get a taxi home,’ I heard Doug tell her. ‘Gabe’s seriously drunk, the boys have been doubling up his drinks all night without him knowing, I’ll get him home and make sure he’s safe, ok?’

  ‘I can come and help,’ she volunteered.

  ‘Not a good idea, he can get a bit aggressive when he’s drunk and he’d be really upset if he scared you. Go on, the taxi’s waiting, he’ll call you in the morning.’

  ‘I’m sorry Gabe, I hope you feel better. I’ll speak to you tomorrow,’ came Julie’s voice and I f
elt her hand run up and down my arm. I just nodded, I couldn’t think of anything to say. ‘Happy birthday,’ she called and I heard the door shut and the taxi drive away.

  ‘Dude, what the hell’s got into you? You’ve only had three drinks that definitely weren’t tampered with.’

  ‘It’s her. I can’t explain it Doug, I just felt a connection with her, like she was the girl I was meant to spend the rest of my life with and I just fucking lost her.’

  ‘Holy shit. You’re serious?’ he gasped as I dropped my hands and he saw my face. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair. ‘We need to find her then.’

  ‘How?’ I laughed.

  ‘I have her picture, how about we Facebook it and ask if anyone knows her? She looks our age, we can stick it up at Uni. We don’t come to this bar normally, maybe it’s a favourite place of hers, so we can come back every night.’

  ‘You’d do that with me?’

  ‘Gabe, I’ve never seen you react to a girl like this. Plus if we find her, we find her hot friend for me,’ he winked. I laughed and then sighed. Why hadn’t I just approached her as soon as I’d seen her? I’d never been reserved with a girl before, I saw what I wanted and I went for it.

  I lay in bed that night, for once thoughts of my mum didn’t keep me awake, thoughts of that girl did. I really hoped she was safe, that she hadn’t got into trouble with that dickhead who was all over her. Why the hell hadn’t I stepped in earlier? Because you like her you stupid prat, came a voice in my head. She wasn’t just another girl to add to the notches on my bedpost, she was someone I really wanted to get to know. For the first time in my life I was actually nervous about approaching a damn girl in case I got rejected.

  I rolled over, grabbed my iPhone and opened the photo I’d asked Doug to email to me, the one where she first looked straight at me. I caught my breath as I looked at her stunning face and reached out my index finger and traced it down her nose and around her perfect lips. My cock went rigid again looking at her, but for once I ignored it as I gazed into her beautiful eyes. Shit, I really had it bad for her.

  Yesterday

  I lay back in bed, with my hands behind my head, as I looked at the new canvas on the opposite wall. It was a black and white close up of my mystery girl and I sighed. I wondered if it was creepy to have it up there? To be fantasying about her the way I had been for nearly a week? There again, guys around the world had pictures of pop icons, movie stars, page three or super models on their walls, this was no different. Well it was different, they were just crushes, this was way more than a crush, I already knew that deep in my gut.

  After my birthday last Tuesday, I’d got more depressed as each day had rolled on. Doug had tried with the social media sites, but no one we knew in the city knew her. We’d gone back to that damn bar every night looking for her and we’d gone to Fazeleys, the in club for our age group Friday and Saturday night, after waiting in the bar, with no luck there either. I was that smitten I’d even spent all my free periods and breaks in freshers’ week checking the canteen and roaming the corridors hoping to see her, but I realised it was a fool’s errand.

  When I’d finally accepted on Saturday night that I wouldn’t see her again, I’d asked Doug to produce this canvas for me. I’d even contemplated going round to Julie’s yesterday, sex would have cheered me up, but I’d realised I couldn’t do it to her, I couldn’t do it to myself. Now I knew how emotionally attracted to a girl I could feel, instead of just physical attraction, I didn’t want to settle for anything less. Even the thought of Chelsea did nothing for me, it was just empty meaningless sex and I was done with it. For three years I’d been fucking her on a regular basis and … nothing, one look at this girl, everything.

  I reached down under the duvet and grasped my rigid cock. Since Thursday I’d jacked off about six times a day, just thinking about her lips, those breasts and that backside. I stroked myself as slowly as I could, trying to prolong it this time. I’d never had a problem holding back, not since that first time I’d come in Chelsea’s mouth all those years ago, but the thought of my brunette had ruined me. I’d been spurting uncontrollably in minutes, every damn time. I prayed it wasn’t going to be a long lasting effect, hopefully once I got over this ridiculous infatuation I’d be able to last a lot longer again.

  ‘No,’ I groaned as I felt myself tense up. ‘Baby, what are you doing to me?’ I asked her picture as I spasmed and flooded my fist. I showered and jacked off again, then dressed in dark grey trousers and a grey shirt. I had an interview with the Uni swim team coach, Davies, about being team captain. I bent over to do up the laces on my black oxfords. It was a real honour to have been invited, no other freshman had ever been asked, apparently he’d been following Doug and I on the city team for the last four years.

  The interview with Davies had gone well, I had the fastest time out of any of the team members, new or existing. It cheered my melancholy, for a short while at least. I sauntered up the corridor to the amphitheatre I was taking English in and automatically headed for the seat opposite the door. If I was going to try and move on, this would give me ample opportunity to eye up my fellow female students, yet somehow even the thought of it didn’t fill me with the excitement I hoped it would. I sat and watched as people filed in, no, no, no, yet more no. There were at least a hundred girls in here, surely one of them should do something for me?

  I sighed as Professor Jenkins called for silence and introduced himself. I went to scribble some information on the pukka pad in front of me and cursed under my breath. Where the hell was my pen? And my bloody books? I was so off my game. I leaned back in my chair to grab my rucksack, which I’d tossed against the wall behind me, but it was too far out of my reach. I quietly got up and bent over to rummage the items out. I stood up and as I turned back around I heard a commotion and loads of people sniggering. I looked and shook my head to see a tangle of limbs on the floor, just inside the door and a flash of red, purple and blue hair.

  I sat down, then frowned as something in my memory jolted and quickly looked back at the girl with the coloured hair who scrambled up first. It was that crazy looking chick from the bar that Doug fancied. I felt my heart race as I looked down at the second girl who was crouching, trying to shove all her books back into her bag. Long wavy dark hair, great tits encased in a white t-shirt, it was her, it had to be her. As she stood up and I saw her face, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I felt like all of my birthday’s and Christmas’s had come at once. There was my brunette, right in front of me, looking seriously adorable, with her embarrassed hot pink cheeks and a nervous tuck of her hair behind her ear. Jenkins was chastising them and I was ready to tell him to back off, but grinned happily when I heard him mention her drooling over a male posterior, she’d been looking at my arse while I was bent over. Her friend took a bow and dragged her to the only two seats left in the auditorium, right opposite me.

  Hell, this was the luckiest day of my life. I felt like a stupid kid with a big dumb grin on my face that I just couldn’t get rid of, and another damn erection. I never took my eyes off her as I reached down and squeezed him, before resting my hand on my thigh as I subconsciously licked my lips. She had her head down, too ashamed to look up, had she even realised it was me? She confirmed she had when she slowly peeked from under her fringe and looked in my direction, working her way up my body. I deliberately moved my hand, to let her get a good look at my erect cock. It always impressed women and I was going to exploit everything to my advantage to make sure she had no reason to not want me back.

  I let out a small sigh of satisfaction as I saw her eyes widen as she laid eyes on it, she swallowed and her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. She worked her way up to my face and seemed to freeze as she looked at me, I was used to that reaction, but coming from her it meant so much more. I flicked my eyes down and saw her breasts rising and falling rapidly, good she definitely wasn’t immune to my charms. I looked back up at her eyes, she was still staring, slightly daz
ed, like most women did at me, but this time, inside of the normal cocky pride I felt at the fact they all desired me, I felt my heart expand and my stomach flip. When she finally snapped out of it and actually focussed and realised I was looking back at her, I wanted to toss the desks separating us out of the way, take her in my arms and kiss her passionately, before taking her to my bed and making her scream my name.

  I gave her my best smile and winked and she looked shocked, so shocked she went really pale and said something to her friend, then quickly put her head down. I frowned, what was that all about? She seemed to be swaying and gasping for air. I shoved my seat back, concerned. When I saw her whisper something and go even paler I stood up quickly, just as her eyes rolled and she fell face first into the desk. I strode across the room while everyone looked at her stunned and her friend shook her by the arm.

  ‘Quick, move out of my way,’ I ordered, she did as she was told. I swept the object of my affections hair out of the way and put my finger on the pulse in her neck and felt a crackle of energy flow up my finger, that was new. Thank God it was there, but slower than it should be, she’d obviously fainted. I pulled her chair back and slid an arm under her knees, the one around her slim waist and lifted her into my arms effortlessly.

  ‘What the hell are you doing?’ snapped her friend with a black scowl.

  ‘Taking her to the nurse, so unless you fancy carrying her I’d suggest you move out of my way.’ I raised an eyebrow as I fixed her with a look that usually made women, and most men, back off immediately. She didn’t flinch for a good few seconds, impressive, this chick was actually quite intimidating herself. I’d learned from the best though. Robert Austin, fondly known to me as Dad, was the master of instilling fear with a single glance.