Love At First Academy

by Kat Cameron

  “I am going to go to the bathroom guys. I will be back.” I told them in a hurry. Getting to the bathroom, I thanked the heavens that there wasn’t anyone in here. Turning the water on, I splashed my face with frigid water hoping this would help. I didn't really know what was going on with me, or why I was so turned on right now. It was like my pussy was trying to tell me it needed something it hadn’t had for a long time.

  Oh, fucking hell! Now there I was thinking these crazy thoughts. I must have been in my head because I didn’t hear anyone come in, but when I opened my eyes, Grayson was standing behind me.

  12.

  Personal Cheerleader

  Grayson

  “Asher, what the fuck did you do?” I growled at him.

  “What? Why do you think I did something wrong? Maybe it had to do with the incident this morning at her locker?” he asked, while looking down at the table.

  Well, fuck!

  Looked like I would have to fix this since I knew Ryder was probably on her shit list, at the moment. This was probably going to get me in trouble but I really didn’t care at the moment. Stalking off to the girls bathroom was weird, but whatever.

  Making sure that nobody was around, I walked in and found Malia standing at the sink with her hands covering her face. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror to find me standing behind her. Thank god no one was in here because it would have just made things even more awkward.

  “Malia.” My voice sounded like there was gravel in my throat. She just stood there and stared at me waiting for me to do something, what that was, I was not sure.

  Blowing out a breath, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders giving her a light kiss on her temple. Her hair smelled like peaches and the blush running up her face was delectable. Looking closer at her eyes, I saw the heat that was there. I was wondering if Asher got her worked up and didn’t take care of her, for the second time today.

  Well… hopefully, nobody came in here. She leaned back into me, laying her head on my shoulder, and I ran my hands down her arms. She responded with a full-body shiver. Grinning at her in the mirror, I brought my hands to her waist and just held her for a minute.

  When I started to move my hands towards her stomach, I looked up into her eyes in the mirror to make sure she was okay with it. I went slowly waiting for any sign that she wanted me to stop, when nothing happened I continued my descent downwards.

  “Grayson! What are you doing?” she whispered at me.

  “Malia just feel.” I murmured in her ear. She nodded and watched my hand go under her shirt. I felt the goosebumps she was getting as I trailed along her soft as silk skin. Feeling her soft skin was enough to get me worked up. I was positive she could feel the effect she had on me. Popping her button open on her jeans, I looked up and saw that she was still watching my hand.

  Sliding my hand in her pants and under her panties, I felt a soft strip of curls and continued down. I was going down at an achingly slow pace. Finally, I got to her clit and found she was soaking wet.

  “My girl is ready for me, is she?” I whispered in her ear. In response, she moaned out a yes and I just kept teasing her until she was trembling in my arms.

  Leaning down I sucked under her ear on her neck and slid a finger in her wet heat, while my hand continued to rub her clit. Her body was responsive as hell and her moans were so alluring, that I wish we weren’t at school in the bathroom because I would take the time to get to know her body as much as I wanted to, but I would have to wait.

  She was gripping my arms so tight, I knew there would be nail marks there. I added another finger and started sliding in and out quicker, noticing her eyes roll back and within seconds she was cumming on my hand.

  “Grayson…Fuck yessssss!” she whispered, trying not to be too loud. As I held her while she was coming down from her orgasm, I slipped my fingers out of her panties and she opened her eyes to look at me in the mirror. Throwing her a smirk, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her taste right off of them.

  “Mmm… you taste delicious.” I told her, even though I really shouldn’t work myself up anymore since we didn't have time. This was about her. I knew she had a horrible day today and I just wanted to help her relieve some of that stress.

  “Come on baby, I will meet you back in the lunchroom,” I muttered to her as I give her a lingering kiss. She nodded and said, “I just need a minute to clean myself up.”

  Walking out of the bathroom and back to the lunchroom had me feeling great. The way her body reacted to me had me on a high I didn’t know was possible. Malia looked much better than she did when I walked in before. I noticed Ryder and Asher staring at me as I sat down at the table.

  “Grayson, what did you do? Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did?” Ryder groaned.

  “I have no idea what you are talking about Ryder,” I answered him with my smirk firmly in place. Malia came walking back in the lunchroom with a slight blush on her cheeks and a smile on her face. The guys saw her and they both instantly glared at me.

  “Grayson seriously?! Man you could’ve gotten her in trouble!” Asher barked.

  “Well, we didn’t get in trouble. So just shut your damn trap and don’t embarrass her!” I snapped right back at him.

  “Hey, guys. Sorry about that. I just needed a few minutes.” Malia told them. Ryder just snorted an okay and Asher looked hurt or annoyed, maybe both. This confused me because just this morning, he was telling us he wanted to share her.

  “Ryder! Do you have something you want to say? Please enlighten me.” Malia hissed at him.

  “Nothing Malia. Nothing at all. Actually, about this morning…. I am sorry. Sorry, you had to see it and sorry that it happened because it was not what I wanted at all.” Ryder sighed.

  “Oh, that? That wasn’t anything. I am fine,” she gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Right at that moment, her phone went off. She looked down to check it and when she looked back up her eyes were shining with excitement.

  “Guys! I got the bartending job at Broad Street Inn!” she yelled excitedly. The guys and I looked at each other with wary looks. This was not a good thing. Malia would get all kinds of attention and most of it wouldn’t be good or wanted.

  “That is great. How are you gonna get there, though?” I asked her hesitantly. I really didn’t like this idea of her working there. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it because I was not gonna tell her what she could and could not do.

  “I will walk. It isn’t too far. If it is raining, I will just get an Uber or something.” She told us. I had a horrible feeling about this already and she hadn’t even started yet.

  “When do you start?” Asher asked her.

  “Well, it says here that I have to go for orientation on Monday night after school, and then I can start on Thursday night. Why do you guys look like you are pissed off?” she trailed off.

  Ryder sighed, “Malia, it isn’t that we are pissed off. We are just worried about you. The people that go there aren’t good people. We just don’t want anything to happen to you.” He tried to tell her in a soft voice so she didn’t think we were trying to tell her what to do. We all knew that if we tried to do that she would just be pissed at us instead.

  “I can take care of myself you know? I have been doing this since I was sixteen. Working in dangerous places because that is how I can make quick money. Fake IDs get you everywhere these days. This is the only way I can make enough money to survive and pay bills. You guys don’t have to like it but this is the way my life has been.” I could tell she was getting upset because she was getting red in the face.

  After that discussion, we all just sat in the silence of our table. The bells rang letting us know that lunch was over. We made our way to our last classes and then we had football practice after. I saw Malia walking with Ryder out the side door where we go to practice. I guess this meant she was going to stay after and watch us. This actually kind of made me f
eel good in a way because I had never had anyone to support me while playing. Seeing that they made it to the seats next to the field I walked over and gave Malia a big hug. She wasn’t expecting me so when I hugged her from behind, she let out the cutest squeal.

  Although, if I told her I thought it was cute she would probably punch me and then tell me she wasn’t cute. Putting her down, I got a bright smile and she laughed, “What was that for Grayson?”

  “Just wanted to say thanks for coming to watch. I have never had that before, besides the guys, but it is not the same. So thanks.” I muttered back. I felt like a shy kid all over again, just saying thank you. I didn’t know what it was but when I was around her, she made me all soft and mushy. This had never happened before.

  “Well, we need to get into the locker room and get ready,” Ryder told her. Asher came running out to where we were and said, “You will be our personal cheerleader, right gorgeous?”

  “Yeah Asher, I will. Along with, trying to get my homework done too,” she replied, with a smile on her face. She gave us each a hug and told us good luck with practice. Walking to the locker room, I looked back and saw Skylar walking over to her. Malia didn’t notice her, until she looked up from her school work.

  “God damn it! Can’t she just leave Malia the fuck alone? Ryder, you need to do something about her. This shit needs to stop!” I growled. Skylar thought she was a step above everyone else and it was getting old, fast. Especially, when Malia was on her radar most of the time. Ryder and Asher looked back and saw what was going on and Ryder just sighed.

  Asher chuckled out, “I think she can take care of herself. Look, she is going toe to toe with Skylar now. Pretty sure she can handle her herself.” Seeing that he was right I felt a little bit better and continued into the locker room. I guess we would see what happened, after practice.

  13.

  Boy Toy Collection

  Malia

  As soon as the guys walked away, Skylar came over to torment me with what I was sure is just bullshit, like always. I didn’t even look up at her. I just sighed and asked, “What do you want Skylar? If you are here to tell me the same old bullshit that Ryder is yours and to stay away from him and all that nonsense, then you can just walk away. I heard it all already and you sound like a damn screeching broken record. Tell me, if I threw a stick, would you leave?” I was chuckling inside at that one, and trying not to laugh in her face. I figured that insult was enough.

  “Malia nobody likes a bitch. You already have Grayson and Asher. Do you really need to add another to your boy toy collection?” she sneered.

  “First off, I don’t have any of them. Second, I don’t understand how you think that Ryder wants you when he keeps telling you to back off. So please for the love of god, just leave me alone!” I yelled because at this point I was just fucking annoyed.

  She mumbled something under her breath and stalked away, finally. As I was sitting here in the stands waiting for the guys to start practice, I figured I should get some homework done since I won’t be getting any done at home. Honestly, I didn’t know what the fuck drugs or alcohol made my dad hit me, but I was kind of scared to go home again. Not that I would ever admit that to anyone. I felt like if anyone were to know my weaknesses they could use them against me. Needing to think about something else, I started my calculus homework. Considering how I was pretty good in this class, I got through it quickly.

  Ten minutes later, the guys came out and started their game. I noticed that Ryder is wearing number thirteen, Grayson is wearing number eighteen, and Asher is wearing number thirty-three. Watching them play together is like watching a well-oiled machine work. It was almost like they could all read each other’s mind and knew what the other was going to do.

  Speaking of well-oiled machines, I felt like Grayson played my body like one in the bathroom earlier. The way he came into the bathroom and just knew what I needed at the time was incredible. The thrill of us being caught was not something I have ever experienced before. I have only been with one guy before and he only cared about himself. He got what he wanted and left.

  Quite literally, he took my virginity and walked out of my house without a backwards glance. Grayson did the complete opposite. He was so gentle and caring. Made sure that I was taken care of and didn’t even worry about himself being worked up. I was getting the chills just thinking about it.

  Sighing, I got back to the rest of my homework before practice ended. I got done about fifteen minutes later and I saw the guys were still playing. Ryder was the quarterback and the way he played, he looked like he really owned the field. Grayson was playing like there was nothing that could hold him back and he was tackling anyone that tried to get to Ryder, like his own personal bodyguard.

  Asher was the wide receiver and he looked so graceful as he caught the ball and ran toward the goal line like it was nothing but a quick job, he did every morning. These guys were amazing at what they did.

  When they were done with their practice, the guys came running over to me and we got in the car to go to Ryder’s house. They surprised me and said we were gonna go watch a movie there, so I didn’t have to go home until later. Preferably, when my dad was sleeping and wouldn’t be able to hit me again. When we pulled up to Ryder’s house, the sun was setting and the sky was a pretty pink and blue color. It almost reminded me of cotton candy.

  When we walked in, we all took our shoes off and put our backpacks next to the door. The guys all told me they needed to shower, to just wait for them and to make myself comfortable. When I was here before, I didn’t really get a chance to explore. Walking up the steps, I notice there is a long hallway with a bunch of doors along the walls. The walls were all blank except for a couple paintings of random things here and there. They all looked expensive though. This house didn’t feel like a home at all. It felt more like a museum.

  Going into the first door on the left, I noticed that the door wasn’t locked. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but they told me to make myself at home. When I walked in the door, there wasn't much in there except a bed with all black everything and a closet full of clothes, that I was guessing were Ryder’s. I could smell a woodsy scent that wafted around the room.

  There was another door that was next to the closet, that I guessed was his bathroom, since I could hear the shower running. I really should leave this room, but I just wanted a chance to be able to talk to Ryder about everything going on.

  What the hell? This wasn’t gonna hurt. I would just lay on his bed and shut my eyes for a few minutes, until he was done with the shower.

  I was not really sure how long I was laying there for, but I heard the door creak open and I didn't think he noticed me laying on the bed. He came out in a towel and the bathroom light hit him just right from the side. Not that I minded at all because he was delicious to look at. I didn’t think eye candy would do him justice. His abs were so defined that they look like someone carved them out. He had broad shoulders, and watching his back muscles move might have just been my new favorite thing to do.

  I was not sure what had gotten into me but I didn’t want to stop watching him as he walked over to the closet. He pulled out a black t-shirt and put that on. Then he grabbed red boxer briefs and whipped his towel off. If I thought seeing his back was something I was totally wrong when I got a glimpse of his glorious ass.

  Thinking it was time to make myself known, I cleared my throat. He jumped. Ryder only had one foot in his boxer briefs at the time, and he toppled over into the wall, almost slid all the way down to the floor, before he braced himself. I was laughing so hard I was instantly crying.

  “Malia! What the hell?! How long have you been there?” he demanded. I, on the other hand, could not stop laughing. My belly was aching with cramps. I was so busy laughing that I didn’t notice when he finished getting dressed until he was sitting on the bed with me.

  “Oh man! You should have seen your face! You looked like you saw a ghost Ryder.” I laughed. My laugh g
ot caught in my throat when Ryder started to inch closer. He grabbed my hands and asked in a slightly amused voice,

  “What are you doing here? I never pegged you for a peeping Tom before.”

  “You told me to make myself comfortable, so I wandered around a little. I found your door and I wanted to talk to you, so I just figured I would wait. I think I may have fallen asleep for a little while, but the creak the door made when you were done woke me up. Thanks for the laugh though. I needed it.” I told him.

  “Malia, what did you want to talk to me about?” he insisted, while looking down at our clasped hands. I wasn’t sure how to start this conversation. Normally, I was not one to be weird about conversation, but I had never been in this type of situation before.

  “Ryder, I noticed at lunch it seemed as though you were a little upset after I came back from the bathroom. Why was that?” I asked with a voice that sounded confident, but I could feel my nerves bubbling up inside. I have never depended on anyone but myself. For me to feel this way about the guys already, was crazy.

  “Malia, I am not sure what happened in the bathroom, but when you came back you had this beautiful smile on your face. I can only hope that I will be able to do that one day. I know how everything looks with Skylar, but I swear to you what happened with her was the worst mistake of my life. There has never been any feelings for her. Malia, I have never in my life wanted someone as bad as I want you. Please forgive me for this morning,” he pleaded with me.

  “Ryder, I don’t care about anything to do with Skylar. Don’t worry about her. She is not even worth the stress.” I insisted. Putting my palm on his cheek, I forced him to look in my eyes instead of looking down at our hands.