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“I’ve told you repeatedly, it is not happening. I have a girlfriend, Chloe.” I’m tired of her not taking no for an answer.
She rolls her eyes. “That virgin? I know she can’t satisfy a man like you, Cam. You need a real woman. One who knows what to do with a body like yours.”
Too fast for me to stop her, Chloe reaches down and palms my dick through my pants. My nostrils flare and before I can shove her off me, Maddox is there, coming between us. “What do we have going on here? Chloe, baby, do you need some dick? You know I’m always here for you.” He wraps his arm around her waist and runs his hands up her body, pulling her to him and off me.
I try to calm down and take controlled breaths. I’m sick of this girl and worried she is going to do something to fuck with Blaire. Chloe keeps looking at me from the corner of her eye as Maddox pulls her to the dance floor and I make my escape to the kitchen.
Conrad and Mateo picked up a keg after our winning game to save on money and trash. We still have a few coolers with more girly drinks for people who don’t like beer and Conrad keeps a pack of his fancy IPA in the back of the fridge, so no one touches it. He also adds a note that he will hunt down anyone who touches them.
Levi and Mateo are playing a game of flip-cup on our dining room table with Jules on their team, yelling at them to hurry up. I can’t help but laugh because who would have thought this sweet, quiet girl would be that competitive inside.
We didn’t anticipate this many people coming tonight and only set up two tables of beer pong outside, so there are a lot of stragglers waiting around for their turn. Some are in the pool playing chicken with bikini-clad girls on their shoulders. Others are chilling on some of the loungers and beach chairs we set up.
Looking around, I can’t help but feel like this is the last place I want to be. Especially without Blaire here with me. For the last two years, soccer and partying have been two activities I looked forward to the most. I’m not even twenty-one yet and getting drunk doesn’t appeal to me right now. I would much rather be on the couch with Blaire curled in my arms and watching a chick flick. Well, I don’t particularly like watching them, but watching her watch them makes me happy. She gets this sappy look in her eyes anytime we watch a romance movie or she’s reading one of her books in bed.
Fuck, this girl has got me by the balls.
I’m twenty years old, twenty-one in a month, and I should be enjoying college life. Partying, sports, and girls. But that’s not what I want. I want one girl. Blaire. And her being somewhere else is making me not want to be here. I promised her I would enjoy the party until she got here and make the decision if we would leave or stay. As of right now, the moment she walks through those doors, we’re getting the hell out of here and into her bed. It’s been two days since I’ve seen her, and I need to be with my girl.
After throwing back the rest of my beer, I head over to the keg to refill my cup. I told myself I’d keep my alcohol consumption to a minimum tonight since we’re in the middle of our season and I plan to head home with Blaire later, but I’m not sure what else to do besides drink. So far I’m only on my third cup and not feeling anything, so I tell myself the moment my head starts to feel that familiar alcohol fog, I’ll stop.
As I sip on my drink, I head outside to watch the games of beer pong, hoping that will help pass the time. It’s still light outside and Blaire doesn’t get off until nine. It is taking everything in me not to head over to Whiskey Joe’s and wait for her.
The two tables are surrounded by people cheering on all teams. The tables are wet with spilled beer and the ground is littered with the typical red disposable cups. A college party must have. I can already tell the cleanup tomorrow is going to be a bitch and I know the guys will try to get out of it, claiming their hangover is too much.
Time passes faster as I watch different teams take the beer pong table. A few people have asked me to be their partner, but I declined since I don’t want to get shitfaced tonight. I’m nursing my sixth beer when someone comes up beside me, slipping their hands into my button-up dress shirt that is open in the middle to show off the Superman costume underneath. Before I can step away this time, Chloe grabs me by my belt with her other hand and pulls me to her. She smells like cheap perfume and desperation.
“Just fuck me already, team captain. I’m tired of this game you’re playing,” she begs.
Grabbing the wrist of her hand in my shirt, I pull it away and squeeze a little too tight. Her eyes widen as I lean in close. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you and maybe daddy never had the heart to say no to his precious little girl growing up, but if you don’t get the hell away from me, I will make sure none of the guys on the team touch you again. It will be a dry two more years for you, Chloe.” I stare into her eyes as I apply more pressure to her wrist as I make sure she hears each word I say.
She pulls her arm free and shoves at my chest. “You’re an asshole. I’m just trying to give you a good time and you act like you’re not even attracted to all this.” She runs her hands down her body.
“I’m not.” After downing the rest of my beer, I toss the cup to the growing pile on the ground.
Chloe smirks and I instantly freeze. Nothing good can come out of a look like that from a woman like her. “You will be,” she tells me before walking away.
A woman like Chloe is dangerous. She is determined when she sets her sights on something, or someone, and unfortunately it seems like I’m the current target. Many of the guys would feel honored to have Chloe’s attention, but I want nothing more than for her to leave me alone.
With her being gone, I feel more comfortable. As I continue to watch the beer pong matches, I start to feel lightheaded, and I wonder if that last beer I downed was too much. I go to the cooler and snag a water bottle and a handful of chips out of the bags scattered on the patio table. Maybe these will help me sober up before Blaire gets here.
“Hey, man, you okay? You don’t look so good,” one of our freshman teammates asks me.
Standing starts to become difficult and I lean on one of the chairs around the table for support. “Yeah, just think I had too much to drink.”
He laughs and Maddox comes up behind him. “Aw, did our captain have a little too much to drink tonight?” He laughs.
I try to muster up a laugh with him, but the movement makes my head feel like there is a blown-up balloon inside of it. “Must be, man. Hey, I’m going to head upstairs for a little. Will you send Blaire my way when she gets here?” Fuck, my head is killing me.
Maddox gives me a concerned look. “Yeah, of course. You sure you’re good, dude? You’re looking kind of pale now.”
“I’ll be fine,” I tell him as I focus on my feet as I walk into the house.
The music sounds far away as I walk through the kitchen and into the living room. The bodies have seemed to multiply, if that’s even possible, and it takes me longer than it should to get to the bottom of the stairs. As I look up at the second floor, everything becomes dizzy. Someone comes beside me and puts my arm around their shoulder.
“Come on,” the person says. “I got you, stud.”
On autopilot, I let the person guide me to my room, where I collapse onto my bed. The room is spinning, and everything is blurry. The door shuts, closing me off from the party and the music. My head is still pounding, but losing the beat outside may help.
