Logan Mitchell. The blond-haired, blue-eyed troublemaker of Becca’s hometown. He stood before us, smug smile across his plump lips. With corded arms crossed over his chest, his lean physique was shown off under the white t-shirt he wore.Becca told me once how she had crushed hard on him growing up, but back then, she was a dorky little girl with glasses and braces. Instead of paying attention to her romantically like every young girl wanted, he picked on her with her graduating class mean girls. Her life spiraled out of control as they tried to make every moment of everyday completely miserable. My heart broke for my friend when she told me, but I was happy knowing Noah picked up the pieces. He made sure she never felt the sting of regret or betrayal, and I loved him for that.“Fuck off, Logan,” Becca snapped, turning away from him and leaving me standing there looking a little more lost and confused than I wanted. I hadn’t expected her to address him so passionately, but I
Nash To think I was going to have a quiet evening, huh, that was simply wishful thinking. Here I had been posted outside of Nessa’s dorm prepared to go speak with her, and I get a message from Brady telling me that she was at our stupid fucking poaching party. It was the night of year when all the guys like me were able to take stock of the new girls on campus, and also a night where sophomore men were able to make their notions known about a woman they wanted.Most men were eager, and foolish, making their selections early. Unlike myself, who waited until my senior year. The same year Vanessa stepped on campus and intrigued me in more ways than one. Irritation grew in me as I sped through the streets headed towards the Bedlam Knight house in search of one figure who didn’t need to be present there. There were to many men as it was looking to get laid, and from Brady’s text, she looked like a walking buffet. The moment my bike pulled up in front of the house, I killed the
NessaThe evening had been more eventful than I had expected it to be, and Becca was going to hear my opinion on everything the next time I saw her. I hadn’t wanted to go to the damn party and did because she begged me, only for it to turn from bad to worse all within the first hour of being there. And to top it off, Becca had abandoned me to arguing with Noah before I was potato-sacked carried out of the party like a trophy that Nash won.Sitting in the car quietly, I let Nash drive me back to my dorm. I was shocked when he had manhandled me like Tarzan with Jane, but I had to admit…I kind of liked it. The moment his warm rough hands grasped my legs I felt a heat within the pits of my stomach start to grow, an ache between my thighs that needed tended to.There was something about this man that absolutely drove me crazy, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. It was as if I had completely lost my mind because I hadn’t thought about a man in any kind of way since I was i
NessaMy head hurt, and my heart hung heavy. My body was unwilling to move as I lay upon my bed still dressed in the skimpy outfit that Becca had made me wear. My mind raced over the situations of my past and as much as I tried to shake them away, I couldn’t. It was like I could see Trevor standing before me, his voice lingering in my ears but on the other hand, I knew that wasn’t real. I knew that he wasn’t here because he couldn’t be.Even though he had found me last week in JD’s bar.The fear that had crept through me the moment that I had seen him was something I never wanted to experience again. I had worked so hard at avoiding him and it seemed like no matter how far I got, he always found me.I didn’t hear my door when it opened, but the moment a hand touched my skin, I jerked back out of fear. My eyes flashed towards the figure as my mind slowly calmed down realizing that it was just Becca. She was no longer dressed in the attire she had worn out. Instead, her hai
After hours of arguing with myself last night about how things went with Nash and my minor mental breakdown, I finally drifted off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. However, it didn’t last long. After only a few hours of sleep, I found myself awake again with a throbbing migraine and the realization of promising to meet Becca at eight. Dark glasses on and my hair piled on top of my head, I sat outside under the morning sun, sipping on the cold brew I had ordered twenty minutes before. The ice slowly melted as I relished the feeling of the warm morning rays shining down on my skin.It wasn’t unlike Becca to be late, and as I scanned the courtyard where I perched, I watched her rush from the double doors of the dorm building and head straight for me. I glanced down at my phone to see that it was a quarter to nine, a scoff leaving my throat as I shook my head.Her hair was thrown up just like mine, and the white tank top and black leggings she wore spoke to her unwillingnes
I never really thought that my time at the gym could be as eventful as it was, nor did I consider it giving me a lot of time to think. But considering Nash’s ever-watchful eye was glued to me as I tried to rage on by burning as many calories as possible, it provided to be insightful.My body was fully aware of his presence no matter which area he moved to. Whether it was weights or even him doing pushups on the blue floor mat, I knew he was there. Of course, when he did that…I couldn’t help but admire in from the corner of my eye.The way the sweat glistened off his body when his muscles rippled with every movement he made. Or the way his shorts rode up just a little bit higher, not doing anything to hide the bulge of his cock and making my mouth water. This man-made my mind do sinful things, and as much as I wanted to pretend that he didn’t affect me, I couldn’t.With sweat dripping over my brow, I finally made my way towards the last part of my set up. The ever painful, pull-up
For a week I managed to avoid Nash and his buddies at all costs. However, that had also meant that I had avoided Noah and oftentimes Becca. Her and Sasha’s texts came through my phone on a daily basis as I seemed to completely cut myself off from everyone. It wasn’t that I no longer wanted to speak with them, it was simply that my mind was so tapped out, and I was so angry all the time over everything that had happened in my life that I didn’t know how to deal.The day I left Nash in the gym I tried to ignore everything that had happened with him, but I couldn’t. My mind swirled around the idea of what my life could have been like had I never had the issues with Trevor, had my mom never died and left me to protect myself. Everything in my life had been planned out, but the moment she remarried, my entire future was tossed to the flames and a different version of me had been born. A version of me that I hated more than anything.The fact I had actually thought coming to this scho
NashLeaving Vanessa was harder than I thought it was going to be. I hadn’t gone to her room with the intention of doing what I did, but I couldn’t resist myself. All I had wanted was to talk to her. To try and start my pursuit of her to show her she could trust me, but instead, that fell apart. Something about her made me, different. Something about her drove me crazy. The moment I stepped out of the dorm building, my phone was ringing off the hook. I’d tried to ignore the buzzing from my pocket when I was pleasing her from the text messages coming through, but I knew it was only going to cause issues afterward. “Yes,” I stated with a grunt as I answered my phone, overly annoyed at the interruption. My phone going off was the main reason, but my cock was straining in my pants and not deep inside her was part of it. “Is there a problem with your phone?” a burly irritated voice echoed from through the phone. “Because there must be considering you didn’t get back to me righ