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“Great, can we walk together? Then we could sit. I’m heading there. Many of my boys are playing, and I’d like to watch them.”
Confused, I eyed him questioningly. He asked to hang out with me and brought food, and now, suddenly, he was heading toward the game.
“Sure,” I said. More than anything, I wanted him out of my way and away from my door. So I turned and locked it. He crowded forward and made me extremely uncomfortable, making me miss putting the key into the lock.
Once we made it outside, I put space between us as we walked toward the field. Blake moved in and tried to walk closer to me several times, but I stepped to the side and maintained the distance. I tried not to pay him a lot of attention, but to keep my distance, I had to watch what he was doing, which increased my frustration. I shouldn’t have to deal with any of his deplorable antics. He was my stepbrother years ago, and I wanted him to be my friend, but he made me uncomfortable, and I strained to be polite because my boundaries were not respected.
“Why are you so far away?” A hint of annoyance laced his voice, and I didn’t care. It made me wonder if he’d finally started to get the message.
“Because I’m dating Abel and being respectful to him.”
Blake scoffed and shook his head harshly a few times. “Abel has nothing to do with us. We were friends before you two got together. Your relationship is a joke, but you’re the only one who doesn’t see it. Abel’s a dog who dresses you up for fun in what he likes.” I glared at him. “What? You didn’t think I noticed all the new clothes you’re wearing.”
Not wanting to listen anymore, I crossed my arms and hugged myself. I shut down because Blake knew where to punch to make it hurt. My relationship with Abel made me question why he chose me. I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t wonder what others might’ve thought, but with Abel, nobody was stupid enough to say anything. I ignored it because I accepted my feelings and trusted my instincts about how Abel felt about me.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.”
Frustrated, I turned and started walking away from him. Suddenly a heavy hand was on my neck forcing me back and pinning me against the wall. Then Blake’s mouth was on mine as he kissed me forcefully. As he tried to shove his tongue between my lips, I pushed his chest as hard as I could, grinding my knuckles in his ribs.
I’d learned that move when a bully used it on me. It hurt, even if you didn’t do it hard.
He grunted and rocked back a pace. His chest was heaving, and I slapped him across his cheek. Hard.
Twice, now, I’d slapped somebody, and I hated it.
“You asshole.” I wiped my lips against my sleeve and marched off, scanning the area. It looked like nobody witnessed Blake’s wildly inappropriate behavior, but nobody could be sure in such a situation. I prayed to be spared the gossip it might cause.
Blake hurried after me, but I avoided him and ignored his attempts to catch my attention. I sat as fast as possible when I reached the field, but Blake plopped beside me, sitting far too close. My body tensed, and I had to remember we were in public and I couldn’t lay into him. With what he’d done, he dared to keep close? I wanted to smack him again. It gave me more pleasure than when I slapped Abel. I had genuine remorse for when I hit him.
“Go away, Blake. I don’t want to be near you right now.” I never expected my voice to sound so hard and cold, but the situation brought it out of me.
Blake turned and faced me. “I’m so sorry, Chan. I apologize for what happened. I was overcome by the moment. You’re so beautiful, and I needed to kiss you.” He sighed and ran his shaky hand through his hair. “I’m happy for you and Abel.”
The sarcasm dripped in his voice, and I swore I heard his eyes roll. Shaking my head, I ignored him and gazed at the field. Hoping my silent treatment made him decide to leave. I didn’t care where he went as long as he was far away.
Huffing and keeping my arms crossed, I looked around, surprised at how many people attended a Sunday game. It didn’t happen often, but it did happen, and students were here for it.
Abel’s pissed-off glare caught my attention, and he barged toward me, but his gaze tightened in on Blake. I gulped, afraid of what Abel might do.
Abel crooked a finger and motioned for me to come to him, which I did instantly. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I worked my way down the bleachers and went to the partition fence.
“I swear, baby, if I didn’t need to play, I’d kill him right now.”
As much as I was angry with Blake, I shivered, and the hairs on my neck stood at his choice of words.
Abel, the very perceptive man that he was, caught it and cocked his head toward me. “What? Does that make you nervous? Do you worry about Blake? His life?”
It didn’t take a second before I shook my head, which confused me at how fast I grew calloused toward him. “No. I want you. I’m here for you. You know this.” It was true. I only wanted Abel. Blake’s inappropriate kiss proved that anybody but Abel’s lips on me was wrong. I was made for him, and he was made for me. There was no doubt in my mind. Not anymore.
Abel studied me, and his eyes softened as he must’ve seen something in mine. Maybe I showed him in some way how I accepted us wholeheartedly. His voice softened as he said, “Sit with the cheerleaders. He’ll keep his distance then. I’ll be back.” Abel leaned over the fence and gave me a soft kiss. Nothing salacious, just an innocent kiss, but it had my body humming.
“Good luck,” I breathed out, making Abel smirk and turn back to his team.
The pep squad was friendly and made room for me to sit, and I watched as the teams took the field. The squad cheered and got the crowd amped up. People started to cheer excitedly for the game to start.
I watched closely as I still didn’t fully understand it. I’d never paid attention to it before Abel. It wasn’t like football or basketball, which I’d seen a few times, mainly because of a TV in a restaurant or something playing in the background.
Abel, the team captain, showed high aptitude as a leader. It made sense with how in control he had to be over everything. Even in the frat house, he knew exactly what happened and who did what. Abel was a hard ass, but the guys always came to him when they had problems, and Abel always made time for them. He wouldn’t want people to know that he cared about them under that hard exterior. He played it off as annoyed or pissed, but the way he talked about the guys with me, he genuinely worried if they did stupid shit.
