I walk faster and he grabs my cheer uniform, pulling me back to his side. This time his hand clamps down on my hip.
This overbearing jock thinks he’s going to keep me glued to his side. Absolutely not. I have news for him.
Finally, he releases me outside the girls’ locker room.
“Great game, Felix.” I smirk.
“Thanks, Serenity.” Felix runs his fingers through his blond strands.
I attempt to turn on my heels, and Nico whispers in my ear. “See you at Tony’s. Tomorrow, I’ll be at your house at five in the evening.”
I exhale. “Nico, I’m not going out with you.”
He walks backwards. “We’ll see about that.”
Chapter Two
NICO PITUCCO
Iremember what happened two weeks ago. After practice the guys were gearing up to hit the field. They were talking shit, like always. Mainly about what girl they’re going to bag next. Honestly, that’s all the guys talked about other than going hunting, chilling on their golf carts or ATVs, and sports.
“Vick, who’s on the roster for the new year?” Lenox asks.
Vick glances at the list taped to the inside of his locker. He’s the quarterback and team captain. Girls practically fall over themselves when he walks the halls, drawn to his mahogany skin, six-two frame, sharp jawline, and that cut build girls love.
“We’ve got Mallory, Brenda, Janen, Serenity, and Katy,” he says.
Clapping erupted around the locker room. My blood ran cold in my veins at the mention of Serenity.
Vick’s gray eyes meet our gazes. “Here’s the point system: A kiss is worth 100 points in public.
Lying in bed with her is worth 400 points. Making out in the first four days is worth an extra 200.”
He peeks up from the paper and continues.
“Getting her to give you a blow job is worth 500 points.” He flashes a cocky grin.
“If you can get the blow job in a day or two of going out, it’s an extra 300 points.” Vick shrugs like that’s an easy task.
“If you sleep with her, that’s 3000 points. If you do so in a week, that’s an extra 500.”
He stares into our eyes. “Need to get 5000 points to even be considered for the Lord of the Stallions title. Everyone has to greet you as Lord for three months,” he chuckles.
A few of the guys elbow each other in excitement.
Vick continues, “At my year-end party, you get to sleep with all the strippers you want.”
The guys clap and howl.
That part didn’t interest me. My father’s the mafia boss of Elizabeth, New Jersey. I have access to our escort service.
“Finally, before the school year ends, you must break her heart and embarrass her publicly in the hallway, surrounded by a group of students.
If successful, you’ll obtain the title of Lord amongst our team.”
This was a ten-year tradition. Every year one of the guys is voted in to run the list.
“Fellas pick who you’ll bag on the list,” Vick orders.
