“Why the fuck do you care? And what the fuck was that in there? What is your fucking problem?” I yell, but he spins, walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction I was going in.Fuck!Following him, he doesn’t say a word as partygoers litter the streets while we pass a sorority house. It’s not until we make it further down the road that he finally speaks.
“There is no problem,” is what he says, and I laugh, which only makes him growl. He slows down until I’m next to him. “I’m serious,” he says, and I laugh again.
“Bullshit. I call motherfu–” I don’t even have time to finish the sentence before he’s pushing me down a dead-end street into the darkness and pressing me up against a tree. His mouth crashes against mine, as our tongues wage a war with each other. I bite his lip, causing him to press his body against mine as his hand cups my face. He groans, and I push him away.
“What the fuck, Zan?” I say breathlessly, but he slams his mouth against mine again, wrapping his hand around my throat, causing me to shiver against him. My hands have a mind of their own as they slide up his chest, then down his torso, gripping the bottom of his shirt. He pulls away slightly, placing a soft kiss against my lips.
“I’m so fucking mad at you, but I can’t get the time we spent together out of my mind. Now you’re here and I don’t know whatto do about it,” he admits as I swallow thickly. “Come on, let's get your drunk ass back to the room,” he says, pulling my hand to follow him. I’m at a loss for words as my mind tries to catch up to what the hell just happened. I want to tell him everything, but I need to sober up first. He’s too important to me to not tell him these things while I’m drunk.
“We need to talk, Zan,” I tell him, and he nods.
“I know, but it can wait. Let’s just get back without getting caught by campus police for being drunk. We have practice tomorrow,” he says, and I follow without a word as the cold air hits me more and more the further we walk, making me feel drunker than I thought I was.
Finally hitting the campus gates, he lets go of my hand as we walk to our building.
“Dirty little secret, as always,” I mutter.
“You know the rules,” he says, and I snarl.
“Whatever, Zan,” I spit, walking faster because now I’m pissed. I hated it then and I still do. Whatever the fuck this is. He’s already giving me whiplash and I haven’t been here a full day yet.
Getting to our room, he unlocks the door, letting me go in first. I strip from my sneakers, jeans, and shirt before plopping into my bed.
“You’re like a child. Jesus Christ, Bash,” he scolds, shutting off the light, grabbing his blanket from his bed and climbing into mine, covering us with it.
“Did I invite you into my space? You prick,” I growl, and he smirks, gripping my leg and wrapping it around his waist.
“Don’t give a fuck. Go to sleep,” he tells me, wrapping his arm around me as the other slides under my pillow.
“I’m serious, Zan. Go to your bed,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“Not a chance. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep, Buttercup.” He smiles. Huffing, I close my eyes, pulling him closer to me as my fingers run up and down his spine.
This boy is going to shatter my heart more than it already is. I’m not sure I'm prepared for this. Not in the slightest bit.
Chapter 4
Lyzander Corbit
The next morning, I unwrap myself from Bash, grab my hockey gear, and leave the dorms. I shouldn’t have done what I did last night. I have a smoking hot girlfriend back home, but watching him touch someone else the way he used to touch me made me irate. Jealousy reared its ugly head and my impulses took over.
Heading to the rink, I stop quickly in the mess hall for a bite, then continue to the locker room. It’s time to get my head out of my ass and stop worrying about Bash.Fuck these goddamn feelings.I hate him. I fucking hate him.
Swinging the door open to the locker room, I gear up and head out onto the ice. Skating laps from one end to the other will help center me while I wait for the rest of the team and Coach to arrive. Last summer, me and Bash were forced to share a cabin. We couldn’t seem to get it together on the ice. Constantly butting heads for the top spot. My mouth didn’t help much, neither did his aggression towards me. All it did was turn me on and I didn’tunderstand it. I’ve always kept that part of me locked away. The thrill of finding another guy somewhere where they didn’t know who you were and making them cum is like ecstacy. So having Bash in the same room as me was the sweetest game I ever played. I knew he had a girlfriend, just like he knew I had one as well, but I also figured out quickly that he was into dudes even if he wouldn’t admit it at first. Making him submit to me was the highlight of the summer, but then—my name being shouted across the ice takes me out of my thoughts as I skate towards the yelling voice.
“What man? I was in the fucking zone!” I spit, and Zimmerman huffs.
“Sorry, dude, but there’s been a murder. The party we went to last night, one of the sorority girls was killed,” he stammers out, and my eyes widen.
“Holy shit, who was it?” I ask, curious if I know her.
“Katie Andrews,” he replies, and I nod.
“Never heard of her,” I say, not really sure how to reply.
“She was a girl who messed with the football team,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“That explains a lot. Did they find out who did it?” I ask, and he nods.
