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“I don’t care how many girls you’ve been with.” The girls voice sounds familiar. When I unlock the door, the girl is on her knees in front of Hagan.
So it’s all true. He pulls her up and hides her face. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
It doesn’t do any good because I know the girl, she lives above me. I scoff, “It’s none of my business. Erika, at least make him take you to a room.”
Charging down the hall as quickly as I can in my ankle boot, a wave of jealousy hits me. Hagan’s hair as he looked down at her was sexy and when he tried to explain, his eyes were a gorgeous golden brown. In my experience when guys get sex on their brain, their pupils dilate and even blue eyes like Chaz’s darken.
Why am I attracted to bad boys? If I went to a therapist, I know they would say it’s because of my relationship with my father.
Minutes later, I’m outside. Ginger and Joe are kissing under the tree in the front yard. His hands are cupping her jaw and I crave that experience. I want to feel like there’s no one else in a room besides my partner, even when the room is packed like sardines. Hagan’s face shoots through my mind. I know, I need help.
I sit on the porch swing deciding what to do, whether to leave or stay for a bit longer. Since I’m not having fun and I don’t want to bump into Chaz—or Hagan for that matter—I pull out my phone and text Ginger.
Me: Hey, I’m headed home. I have an early call with the trainer tomorrow morning.
She doesn’t respond because obviously she’s busy. Glancing over my shoulder, Hagan’s smoldering eyes are on me.
This time he’s alone.
Not a Barbie in sight.
They must be fetching his refill.
I need to get away. My skin burns from his gaze. It must be my hatred for players. Guys that think that just by flashing a smile, women will drop their shorts. Not me. Nope. Not for an insensitive jock.
It’s dark and the clouds hover, blocking the light from the moon. I walk home, staying on loosely lit paths for the most part but the shortcut to my apartment is cloaked with trees. The height of the boot makes my gait a little awkward, but I walk as fast as I can.
I can’t shake these feelings for Hagan, which is absurd because I haven’t even met him. We’ve only exchanged a few glances and one short sentence when a girl was ready to worship at his throne. I shiver again recalling how my skin pimpled and how jealousy surged in my gut when he pulled her close to keep her identity hidden. I wanted to be her—not on my knees but with my head tucked into his chest. It would be nice for someone to be protective of me.
“Ahhh,” I cry, stumbling over something on the sidewalk. “Oh God! Help!” I shriek, clutching my leg.
It’s midnight and nobody’s around. I hear the clatter of my phone tumbling from my pocket, but I can’t find it. It hurts to even snake crawl across the concrete, using my hand to pat around until I feel it. I call Ginger she doesn’t answer, then a few more teammates with the same result, so I have no other option but to call 9-1-1.
My stomach is nauseated, and dizziness drowns me. I’ve never felt pain like this before.
ChapterSix
Hagan
This should bein the top ten party schools. There’s a party nearly every night and crawling with girls. I would say the girl to guy ratio is three to one. Good odds if you’re me, but none of them shake my thoughts of the girl who cheated on me.
This party is no different. Girls. Girls. Eager Girls. There may be aGirls Gone Wildvideo in their future if they don’t quit drinking. As the night drones on, they flash their tits or rub their butts against me and other dudes. I’m not saying I’m blind, because God, I’m not. Not saying I don’t like the attention, because God, I do. But there’s something about these girls thatscreams I’m not choosy.
For the second time tonight, I feel the glare of a brown-haired beauty. I watch her as she talks to my roommate, Logan. He wraps himself around her and she rolls her eyes but smiles. I get a peek at the smallest amount of skin between the hem of her shirt and the band of her shorts. It’s bronzed and tight and when she twists, there’s a flicker of defined abs.
Logan releases her and bursts through the door, and I shoot her anI see you watching meglance. My eyes hold onto hers and a twinge runs up my spine. An almost forgotten feeling sits inside my chest. I deny the feeling because it hurts when you really like someone, and they screw you over.
“Hagan, Mac is looking for you inside.” Logan hints for me to take a hike. I understand bro code, and Logan has picked out one of these lovely ladies for himself. Or maybe all three. I’ve heard rumors.
I find Mac in the hallway on the phone talking to his girl. They’re having some issues with long distance dating. They’ve been dating all through high school, so I imagine it’s a shock for both of them to be apart for this long. He holds his finger up for me to wait a minute.
Mac and I met through his cousin, Patrick Callaghan, who plays for my dad’s professional baseball team. When I told Mac about my coach taking a job at a Big Ten school, soon he’d convinced me to talk with the coaching staff here at Kentucky. My older brother, Archer, sent them a highlight reel and my statistics, and now everyone refers to me as the transfer.
I point to the other room to let Mac know where I’ll be.
Out of nowhere, I’m assaulted by a girl I met last night. She jumps on me pulling my neck into her mouth. “I’m so glad you came. We can pick up where we left off.” I can’t remember her name, I’ve met so many people. She drives her head into my neck and starts sucking on my neck then nudges her way up and starts kissing me.
Making an excuse, I separate from the girl. Now I remember who she is. I talked to her last night at a different get together. She was so drunk. She basically fell into my lips, so I made myself scarce and went home to call my sister. My family, although somewhat famous, are down-to-earth, and they drilled into my head to never compromise myself with a girl that has had too much to drink.
