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“Wait!” I shout. I don’t know why I’m even bothering. Why is Alex down here, anyway? Was he following us? I stumble around Hunter, throwing myself out the door, only to watch Alex’s tall form disappear around the corner.
Shit.
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ALEX
Idon’tknowwhereI’m going, only that I need to leave, to get as far away from Rachel and her… And her what? Her roommates? Her lovers? I weave in and out through the crowd. The game is starting, and the bodies littering the hall have thinned out. However, there’s still a long line for the beer. I scowl at the line, the reason for me leaving and following Rachel in the first place.
After running out of things to say to Charlie, I left to go see what was taking everyone so long. Charlie seemed completely okay with being left alone. The awkward silence following our very scintillating conversation on majors and reasons for coming to Aurora had left us twiddling our fingers and desperately thinking of something more meaningful to say. Although now that I think of it, remaining on the bleachers probably would have been a better idea. I should have turned around when I saw Rachel and the bros going through that odd white door. I should have turned around when I was on that staircase, or when I heard thumps and shouts from the closet. I should have asked Charlie more about her art degree, more about what gave her inspiration, but instead I decided to leave the stands like a fucking idiot.
Just, what was that?
I grimace while stumbling through the long hall, appearing even longer given the maze of people moving towards the doors to watch the game. Turning left and then right, I search desperately for the exit, finding the green sign flashing at me in the distance. My heart hammers in my throat as memories emerge within me, recalling Rachel in the middle of Hunter, Lucas, and Seth, all of them doing something very, very wrong.
My cock twitches in my jeans and a shudder ripples down my spine.
I press my fingers against my temples, willing the memories away as I shove my shoulder against the exit door. The fresh air smacks me immediately in the face, easing the heat in my skin. I take deep breaths, gulping down the air, trying to calm my heart. I clamp my eyes closed and lean against the door, tilting my head back. Yet the images surface: Hunter standing in between her legs, his pants around his ankles, Seth’s dick in her hand, Lucas kissing her neck from behind.
I bite my bottom lip to contain my groan, my cock pulsing with desire, my balls constricting. What the hell is wrong with me? She already has a boyfriend. Correction. She has possibly three boyfriends. How is that even possible? How do they make that work? Images of Seth and Lucas pumping in and out of her on either side flash, which is quickly followed by an image of the boys bending her over so she can suck on Hunter’s dick.
A whimper slips through my lips and my eyes snap open. Shakily, I push myself away from the door and stalk away from the stadium, needing to be anywhere but here. My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I ignore it.
It could be Rachel,a thought whispers in the back of my head.
Or Lucas.
Or Mom and Dad.
It doesn’t matter who it is. I’m not ready to talk to anyone. All I want to do is go home and make sense of today. I feel as if my heart has been crushed; as if it had been sitting in Rachel’s palm, waiting for her to make a move, and in one instant she squeezed the life from it.It’s not like we were anything, I tell myself. She was someone I was interested in, still interested in. I thought she was cheating on Lucas with Seth.
A bitter laugh escapes me.
Turns out her roommates are sharing her.
I run a trembling hand through my hair, not knowing if its shock or desire making me act so weak. Possibly both. I stride through the parking lot, ignoring the group of students leaning against cars, smoking cigarettes, and passing a bottle of rum back and forth.
“Hey, good looking!” a woman wearing an Aurora tank top shouts. She trips over her feet towards me and is quickly caught by a man standing at the edge of the group. The sound of glass breaking on the cement greets my ears and quickens my stride.
I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have asked Rachel if I could join her and the bros.
I should never have applied at Aurora University in the first place.
Within thirty minutes, I find myself back at my hotel room. I’m just looking around the dark room, feeling the loneliness seep through me. I dump my body onto the bed, flinging my arms out and staring up at the ceiling. Practice is on Monday. I groan and clamp my hands over my face. Seth will be there. He’ll probably punch me in the face for interrupting them or warn me to stay away from Rachel and his friends.
I roll over in the bed, lowering my hands and burying my face into the pillow. Maybe there’s still time for me to re-enroll in my former school. It’s not like I’m making any friends here. I’m alone. There aren’t any roommates for me to hang out with. I honestly go to every track event my teammates put on, because I have no one to hang out with.
Not like I had many friends before, anyway.
I’ve always been studious. I’ve always put my family and my studies first. Maybe I should go back to what I know instead of taking all these risks.
Instead of staying at a school when I know nothing will come of me and Rachel.
I groan angrily and roll onto my back, smacking my fists against the bed. Dad was fucking right, as usual. I hate it. And when I call him up and tell him the news of my coming home, he’ll most likely say ’I told you so’ or ‘you’re making the right choice’ or ‘I knew you’d come around eventually’.
I scowl, but my pain slowly dissipates as I think of Rachel, with her head tossed back in bliss, her hand slowly pumping Seth’s cock as she rocked against Hunter’s hips. A small gasp escapes my lips and my hand drifts down my front, palming my hardening dick. I imagine her rocking back into Lucas’s dick, taking him all in with that thick ass of hers.
My fingers deftly undo the button of my jeans and I pull down my zipper. My dick presses against my boxers. The fabric feels tight and constricting, demanding to be free. I shuffle out of my pants, pulling down my boxers with them. I suppose living alone has its pros from time to time. I grab my cock, my mind filled with Rachel. Slowly, I move up and down, enjoying the feel of my hot, smooth skin. It twitches in response, and I close my eyes.
