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“Yeah, maybe.” He quit tossing the ball and bounced it hard off the locker next to mine instead. “You wanna meet up after, if I ever get done here? Roll one up? Big Riggs brought some good shit back from campus.”
“I don’t do that during the season, come on.”
“Oh right. Forgot you were all straightedge. I’ll grab some drinks just for you then, how bout that.”
I shook my head. “Can’t. Gotta study.”
He snorted. “Hitting those booksreal hard, Press.”
I glanced over, hearing his ugly smirk before I saw it. “Yeah, it’s called bringing my grades up and getting my shit together so I don’t die in this fucking town. You should try it.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He nodded, all slow and fake-serious. “All I know is, last time I studied that much there was a lot of fucking involved.”
I rolled my eyes, and honestly, all his dumb stories and theories, he made it easy to deflect, even when he was spot on and my dick was literally still wet. “Uh-huh, I’ve heard this story,” I reminded him. “Splits and cookies.”
“Nah, that was a different story,” he said, waving his hand and bouncing the ball off the lockers again with a dull crash that snapped right back into his palm.
“They’re all the same story. You hook up with some cheerleader, she gets bored of you, and you pretend you never liked her in the first place.”
He grabbed his chest, doing fake-offended this time. “Dude. I love every girl I’m with. Not my fault nobody can handle more than one night with me.” He moved his hand to his dick. “I’m a lot to handle.”
“Right.”
I eyed the bench next to him, wondering how much it would hurt to sit down and deciding I didn’t care, dropping down and bouncing around right away because yeah. The Beast spanked hard, and that sting lasted a minute. Fuck, it felt good, though.
I unlaced my cleats, trying to bang some of the mud off them while I sat there. They were looking about as bad as my sneakers, honestly, but I didn’t have new shoe money this year.
“So what, you don’t hook up with guys at school?” Ellis demanded.
I glanced over, not expecting him to still be barking at the same shadow. “What are you, hitting on me?”
“Simple question is all.”
Simple question everybody knew the answer to, so it felt like he was asking something different, something I wasn’t sure how to answer, so I didn’t. “I’m a fucking virgin, Ellis, you know that.”
He snorted and cracked his face wide with a grin. “Yeah. Me too.”
He stretched back down on the bench again, squinting and aiming the ball at the light centered up over him, and I grabbed my clothes and ducked into one of the empty single stalls no one ever used, stripping down and blasting myself clean as fast as possible, dick-front, just in case.
Wasn’t like I expected Ellis to come pouncing in on me, asking why my ass was all red, but there wasn’t an absolute zero chance of that happening either, if he got bored enough. Yeah, it was fucking hotthinkingabout The Beast owning me in front of everyone, but guys actually seeing handprints on my ass… I guess I didn’t feel much like explaining that.
My privacy lived to see another day when I yanked my street clothes back on in a rush and took a long stroll around to throw my shit in the laundry before I came back and found Ellis still in the same spot a few minutes later. Walker too, I guess, since there didn’t seem to be any action from Coach T’s office.
I kind of felt bad for Ellis, waiting around forever, almost like maybe I should meet up with him later after all, but that wasn’t going to happen. I actually did have to fucking study.
“You really sticking around?” I asked him, shoving my feet in my shoes, anxious to get out of the locker room like it was fucking Super Bowl Sunday I was missing instead of just a regular one. God, I needed to calm the fuck down before my luck ran out.
He grunted. “I mean, he told me to stay, so yeah. Not like my time’s worth shit, who cares.”
“Will you tell Coach everything’s cleaned up?”
He grunted again. “Fucking clean for real, though, right? I don’t wanna scrub the fucking locker room, Press.”
“Yeah, I did it right. Better than you ever do.”
Actually, Caleb did it right, staying behind to move boxes for me before he went back to the parking lot to wait. I might have felt bad about it if he didn’t actually seem excited to do it.
“Fucking congrats, you’re a better maid than me,” Ellis muttered.
