by Alla Kar
Play Me
Alla Kar
2014. Copyright. Alla Kar
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Dedication
Again—to all of my amazing fans out there!
Credits:
Photography: Lindee Robinson
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Editor: Deanna Genung
Models: Nick Margetic, Megan George
Chapter One
Weston
“Chug. Chug. Chug.”
The chorus of my fellow Muleriders is growing louder and louder. A semi-circle of students have formed around me, all chanting my name and fist pumping into the air. All my blood is rushing to my head, while my fingers try to stay latched onto the wooden table I’m bracing myself on. I can’t even feel my feet anymore, which are braced on my roommate Dominique’s shoulders.
Shit, I’m so fucked up.
The Bud Light I’m chugging is scorching down my throat but leaving behind a building numbness. I gotta be almost done.
“Come on, Sunshine. Don’t let your boy down. I got fifty on you,” Dominque yells, catching my leg before it comes tumbling off one of his shoulders.
The freshman before me didn’t finish half of his keg. The last I saw of him, he was hiding in the corner praying I didn’t finish.
I always finish. And I never lose. It’s not in my nature.
I chug in a mouth full of air and then I’m being brought down to the floor. Everything is spinning. Hard slaps slam against my back and shoulder, sending me staggering into Dominique’s shoulder. He gives me his famous you’re so fucked up smile and pulls his dreads out from underneath my weight.
“Weston! You are the mother fuckin’ man, bro!” Hayden yells, slamming his palm against my shoulder. Great, this guy. “And I swear the freshman left as soon as everyone started chanting your name. You burned him, dude.”
“Because I’m the fuckin’ man, bro!” I scream. I fling my hand outwards and hit the side of Hayden’s cup, splattering the rest of his beer onto his blue Phi Lamb sweater. Who wears sweaters during August in Arkansas? You’d have to be fucking suicidal. But that’s the Phi Lamb’s style. They’re the pretty boy fraternity. Always pressed and ironed. Ready for the next business meeting with Daddy. Douchebags.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, bro. Better go get that cleaned up. It may stain,” I say.
Frowning, Hayden turns and pushes his way through the crowd toward the bathroom.
“You did that on purpose,” Dom says from beside me.
I grin over at him. “I hate that fucking guy.”
He holds his fist up to mine and I bump it. “Hell yeah,” he says. Dom gets me. More than anyone ever has. He’s played full back while I played running back for the past four years. This is our last year. We both promised to live it to the fullest. He protects me on the field and off. And I’ve got his back. Always. No matter what.
Dom grabs my shoulder and gives me a couple of shakes. “I have a funny feeling about tonight, bro.”
I lift an eyebrow and shove him. “What in the hell are you talkin’ about, Dom? Not this intuition bullshit again—come on, bro—,”
“Keep laughing, Garrison. I know where you sleep.”
I snort. Dom thinks he can tell when something is going to happen. “Okay, humor me, Dom. What’s going to happen tonight?” I take a small sip to keep my smile at bay and blink rapidly against the smoky room. Someone is getting stoned tonight.
He grins ear to ear. “You’re going to fall in love.”
“Now I know you’re fucking looney, bro.”
He barks out a laugh. “You’ll meet your match eventually.”
Stars are forming around the edges of my eyes, so I blink a few times, trying to regain my eye sight. “Well, maybe I’ll find her in the bathroom because I’ve got to take a leak.” I say, nudging Dom’s shoulder. “I’ll let you know if my soul mate is in there!”
He laughs and shakes his head while I stagger from the living room.
A girl is on the keg stand now, her bright pink panties showing. I’ve seen those panties before. Bridget? Brianna? Brittany, yep. That’s the one with the ticklish thigh. The hallway is cluttered with empty Red Solo cups, some clothing and I think I see a pizza box. It’s like playing hopscotch to get anywhere. The smoky haze is heavier than before and everything was already shaky. Before I get to the door someone shoves a drink in my face. “A beer for the king!” some red-haired freshman yells in my face.
Yes. I fumble against the wall and fall into two girls making out behind me. They stumble backward away from me. “Sorry,” I groan out. I guzzle my beer for a few seconds before one of the girls taps me on the shoulder. When I glance over she smiles and gestures for me to join them.
I’m dreaming.
I take a step forward and I realize I’m about to piss on myself. I groan. “Maybe next time, sweetheart,” I whisper and trudge toward the bathroom door. It’s locked, so I bang my fists against the wood. “Open the door,” I yell.
A few seconds later Hayden comes walking out, wiping his hands down the center of his sweater. Narrowing his eyes at me, he darts off down the hallway.
Finally. I don’t bother turning on the light, instead I unzip my jeans and place my hand on the wall in front of me. Fucking relief.
Before I can reach the sink the door swings open, the light turns on and I’m facing Rebecca. And she’s smiling at me. That smile she always gives before she …
Yep, she’s getting onto her knees. Good, girl.
“Hello to you, too,” I say, leaning my back against the counter, turning around to grab the beer I left there. Her brown eyes flicker up to mine and hold.
Her pretty pink lips open and she unzips my jeans slowly. Rebecca is always down for anything. Every party. Every phone call. She’s really too pretty to act like this, but I don’t tell her any different because the girl can suck a cock.
Pretty pink lips take me in, and suck me to the back of her throat. Fuck me. I interlace my left hand’s fingers into her soft blonde hair and force her mouth down lower. She moans. Which is bullshit but I don’t call her out on it. She doesn’t need to talk. Just suck.
She reaches behind me and grabs the back of my thighs forcing me forward. “That’s right,” I whisper, taking a drink from my cup. The walls vibrate from the loud music but I relax into the sound.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Occupied,” I groan out.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
What. The. Fuck. Growling, I clench my teeth.
Bang. Bang. Bang. “Fuck.”
Rebecca pulls away from me, her hands braced on my knees. “Sorry,” she says before standing up.
I zip my pants up and watch as Rebecca stares me down. Oh, I’m going to rip someone a new asshole. It better be a fucking emergency. No, it better be a pregnant woman on the other side of that door. I sling the bathroom door open and run into a girl –woman–spilling my cup of beer all down the top of her breasts, which are pretty fucking impressive.
A loud screech comes from her full lips. “What. The. Fuck!” she yells in a true southern accent. “Did your Momma drop you on the head when you were an infant? Or are you too fucked up to know who your
Momma is?”
What? She did not just talk about my momma. Stepping forward, I tower over her small body. “Sweetheart, now you’re way too pretty to be talkin’ like that.”
Her green eyes widen. “I’m a grown ass woman, and I can talk however I want. Now move.”
Feisty. Raking my eyes down her body, I take in her short black dress. A lacey cutout is covering each side of her waist. She’s pretty damn sexy now that I really take a look at her. Looking up, she snarls at me. Nope, the sexiness just evaporated. “First, you are definitely a grown ass woman. No arguing there. But I can’t let you enter until you say you’re sorry for hurtin’ my feelings.”
A look of outrage crosses her face. Twisting her chocolate brown hair with her hands, she bites her lip hard. Fuck my life. Can I fucking touch her? Just once? “I’m not apologizin’ to you because there isn’t anything to apologize for. We can do this all night.”
Nodding, I rest my shoulder against the doorjamb. “Yes, baby, we can do this all fucking night.”
Blood rushes to her cheeks and she looks down, contemplating her next move. This she-devil does not want to apologize. “Okay. I’m sorry. Can I please get into the bathroom?”
Biting my lip to keep from smiling, I stroke my jaw. She’s fucking angry and that makes me smile. “Well, only if you promise to make up everything that I missed in there.”
Her brows furrow down and then she realizes Rebecca is still hiding behind me. “You fucking asshole!” she yells. “I’m not some slut that fucks a guy in a bathroom. And I don’t care if you are Weston Garrison I’m not having sex with you!”
“Hey!” Rebecca shouts from behind me.
Goddamn she’s hilarious. “You know my name?” I lift my brow.
A narrowed gaze. “Move out of the way.”
Smiling down at her, I lean closer to her face. She takes a step back. “Just to let you know. I would have taken you out to dinner first.” Winking, I stagger out of the hallway.
I’m imaging the pissed look on her face when I hear, “Cops!”
What. The. Fuck.
Suddenly everyone starts scattering around like mice, running for any door or window. The sirens blare from outside but the music is mostly masking them. This isn’t my first rodeo, so I push my way to the backdoor and slip out. I stagger against the rail of the back porch but steady myself enough to make it to the ground.
A loud thump echoes from the inside of the house, and then I’m hearing the police yelling. I’m twenty-two but if coach finds out I’ve been drinking we’ll have to run drills. Not happening.
I trudge through the overgrown lawn and down the alley next to the fraternity house. A stray cat runs in front of me while I peak around the edge of the building. The yard is empty, besides all the empty cups and trash.
It’s now or never. I make a run for it. My pickup is parked on the other end of the street, but this is where my football training comes in handy. And coach says nothing comes from partying. I disagree. I’m covered in sweat by the time I reach my pickup. A few cops are standing at the doorway now, a couple of kids in handcuffs. Most definitely freshman.
I’m down the street before anyone sees me. Taking a deep breathe, I lean against the leather and turn up my radio. The fraternity house is about ten minutes away from my campus apartment. Dom’s truck wasn’t there so I’m guessing he’s already made it home.
The glow of the gas station’s neon sign cast over the road as I slowly roll down the small road. Shakily, I turn into the gas station and freeze. A parked cop car is sitting in the far corner out of sight. Fuck. My. Life. His sirens come on and I cuss underneath my breath. Rookie mistake. They always have a cop positioned at the end of the road, trying to catch the runaways.
Pulling into a parking space, I park and dig through my glove compartment for my insurance. A loud tap thuds against my window and I roll it down.
The officer leans against my open window and shines his flashlight into my eyes. His handlebar mustache has food in it. Don’t blink. Shit, am I blinking? Why did I have to get this fucked up?
“Hi, officer. Anything I can do for you?” I ask in my best good-boy voice.
“Where you coming from, son?” he asks, offering his hand out to take my information.
“My girlfriend’s house on the farmer’s road,” I lie, stretching my legs out under the steering wheel.
The officer looks over my driver’s license and his eyes widen. “Weston Garrison is that you?” Jerking the flashlight to my face he squints at me. “Damn, boy. I didn’t know that was you.” He hands me my information back. Thank you, God.
“It’s me. The one and only.”
He barks out a loud laugh. “What you got planned for this season?”
Oh here we go. “Plenty. Been practicing all summer. We’re taking the Muleriders back to the championship this year.”
“That’s great to hear¸ son. I’ll be looking out for you. Now you get back to your house and sober up before Coach catches you.” He winks and disappears from my window. One of the pros of living in a small town.
The gas station is basically empty when I swing open the double doors. A florescent light flickers down the middle aisle, and I squint against the brightness. Damn I need some Tylenol. The cashier, an older man, is playing with his phone on the counter and doesn’t even look up.
After I get my water and medicine, I stand in front of the gum. I can imagine how my breath smells right now. Not that it matters. I don’t plan on making out with Dom when I get back to the apartment.
My hand hovers over the gums. Trident or Big Red?
“You’re fucking unbelievable.” A whisper.
What. The. Fuck. Looking up, I see the brunette from the party standing on the next aisle over. She’s sneering at me from across the aisle … again. Her green eyes narrowed. A wicked smile rises from the corner of my mouth before I can stop it. “Well, I’ve been called a lot of things but that’s definitely my favorite so far.”
Her jaw clenches. “You’re drunk!”
I lift an eyebrow. The clerk stands up behind the counter and stares his beady eyes over at us. “Everything is fine, sir. Girl’s crazy.”
Her lips part but then she snaps them shut. “You just got out of a fuckin’ ticket and you’re drunk!”
Walking around, I watch as she marches to meet me at the beginning of the aisle. I hadn’t noticed how sexy her legs are until now. The dim fraternity house lights did not do this girl justice. Too bad she’s a fucking lunatic. She’s holding a water and a Snickers bar at her side, but her fingers are clenched around them. “Stalking me now?”
She tilts her chin upwards. “Yeah, right. Like I’d waste my time.”
I smile down at her, taking a step toward her. She stands her ground, staring up at me with narrowed eyes. A shame since they’re so pretty. “And yet, here you are spending your Sunday night with me at a gas station. Sounds like you’re stalking to me.” I shrug.
Opening her mouth to say something, she snaps it shut. “Whatever.”
I watch her twitch over to the counter and place her items down. Walking up beside her, I push my arm in front of her and place my items down. “All together, please.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I can buy my own things.”
Rolling my eyes, I slide in-between the counter and her. “All together, please.” The cashier furrows his brow and starts to ring it up.
“Don’t you dare,” she snarls out. “Charles, don’t do it.”
Charles? Dude does not look like a Charles. How does she even know him? He’s forty. With a heavy sigh, he rings it up anyway. She snarls as I put a ten down. Resting my elbow on the counter, I slide the items to her with my pinky. “Here ya go, darlin’. On the house.” She hasn’t moved from her spot. “Now that we’ve got that taken care of I have to go be as annoying and destructive as I can. Ya know, because I’m fucking unbelievable.” I wink. “Now you have an awesome night … “I trail off for her name but she ju
st presses her lips harder together. I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll save that for next time.”
And with that I leave.
“Charles, you ass,” I hear as the doors shut behind me.
Chapter Two
Roxanne
“No, Beth. I need you to keep him until my shift is over at six.”
Jesus Christ.
Resting my head against the lockers in our break room, I try to calm myself down. This is definitely the con side of having a teenager watching your kid after school. She only has him for three hours and she acts like it’s all damn day. She never wants to actually do her job. It’s only my first day and the whining has already begun. Great.
“But I thought you said four not six,” she whines.
Sighing, I fix the buttons on my blue polo and try to keep my hair from falling out of my ponytail for the fiftieth time. “Beth,” I say carefully, because I don’t want her to quit. Then what the hell would I do? “I need you to stay until I get home. I’ll be home in a bit.”
A loud huff. “Okay.” Click.
Bitch. It’s not like I have a choice in leaving Maddox home alone. I have to work to pay the bills. And I have to finish college … only one more year. One more year. Having a four-year-old, barely enough cash to pay our rent and no child support is tough. But I put myself in this position. Well, Ryan did. He’s the one that got dragged down by bad people. He left our bed to go get acquainted with some of Mary Jane’s distant friends. He was gone eighty percent of the time. He wouldn’t talk to me. Me. After four years of dating and birthing his son he couldn’t come to me for help. I had to leave. Not that it wasn’t for the better because it was. Some shady people had started to hang around the house, waiting for Ryan to get home from work. If he was even at work. I never saw any of those paychecks, but I’m sure he spent a majority of it on drugs.
Well, good fucking riddance.
Loud voices echo from the hallway, and nerves flutter in my stomach. It’s my first day as an athletic trainer for the Muleriders. It’s not that I’m nervous about the actual work but more of not messing this up. It’s going to look great on my application. Being a physical therapist major, this job basically screamed my name.
