“How about underground cage-fighting, then?” I suggested. She continued to glare at me. It wasn’t like I was going to tell her what had actually happened, so I went with the ridiculous. “Actually, I was wrestling bears.”
“You are so full of shit.”
I turned the conversation to other topics as we went around another corner, peppering her with questions, and then turned back toward the math hall. She looked around quickly, and her eyes went wild.
“This is where we started!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, I guess it is.” I tried to keep in a laugh as the second bell rang. I pointed to the end of the hall. “Calc is right there.”
“What the hell?” she shrieked. “Now I’m late!”
“Just tell Miss Jones you were with me,” I said as I raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes were still full of fire as she stared up at me.
“You are a jerk,” she exclaimed, turned on her heel, and disappeared into the calculus room.
I chuckled and headed out to the field.
Nothing like practice in the pouring rain.
I shook my head, sending water everywhere, but it didn’t make any difference. Coach Wagner was yelling at Mika Klosav, and Clint Oliver was taking potshots at the goal. He wasn’t really trying too hard, and I hadn’t missed any of them.
“You suck!” I finally screamed at him through the downpour. “Why don’t you at least try?”
It worked, and he almost got one past me. The new guy—whose name apparently was Tony—jogged up after talking to Wagner.
“Coach wants you,” he said to Oliver. Tony eyed me warily as Clint ran off.
“Quit with the freak out,” I told him. “You didn’t swallow my cock, so you’re still going to grow up to be a man. Now just kick the fucking ball, all right?”
He glared but then nodded. He took a couple warm-up shots, and I had to admit, the kid did have a decent leg on him. In a couple of years, he’d be pretty good. I watched his legs move—the angles, the tension in the muscles of his thigh and calf as he kicked.
“Come here,” I said. Tony paused for a moment and then walked up to the goal slowly. “Your knee’s bending right before you get foot to ball, and you’re losing leverage.”
I showed him what I meant, had him try a couple shots, and he gave me a nod and admitted he was getting more power now. Coach Wagner called us all together, and we did a quick scrimmage before calling it a day. I headed back to the locker rooms, but Lisa approached me before I could get there.
“Hey, Tom!” she beamed.
“It’s Thomas,” I replied. I didn’t really care for the shortened version of my name and definitely didn’t like chicks thinking it was somehow endearing. I kept walking.
“So, you know the next dance is the Sadie Hawkins dance, right?”
“Is it?”
She had to practically run in the rain to keep up with me. She giggled and told me to slow down. I took a deep breath and turned to look at her. She was still smiling up at me with rain cascading off her face and hair and mascara running under her eyes. She looked like she came right out of a zombie movie.
“Well?” She fluttered her eyelashes at me.
“Well, what?”
“Do you want to go to the dance?”
“With whom?”
“Well…with me…” Her voice dropped, and I had to shake my head a little. Poor thing. She really was clueless. I’m not sure how she could have grown up around here and been in this school for over two years without understanding how things worked around here. I pay attention to you. You put out. I find someone else. End of story. Well, usually. I hadn’t actually seen her naked, so there was still some potential there, and maybe that’s what she was really offering—a chance to really fuck her.
My mind flashed backwards—the feel of warm, soft skin brushing against my arm and the look in Rumple’s eyes when she realized I had walked her in a big square around the school—and I smiled. My mind returned from its musings and back to the blonde next to me. I had planned to pull her along for a while, at least until I got into naked and riding my cock, but I really didn’t want to right now.
“Sorry babe,” I told her. “I’ve got a game the next day.”