Her brows skyrocket across her forehead before she does the unthinkable and shakes her head. "Sorry, maybe another time. We're in the middle of something."I'm a little thrown off by her behavior.First of all, I'm damn well aware of what they're in the middle of and that's exactly what I'm attempting to break up.Second, is Alyssa really telling me no?Me?Is this the same girl who would have spread her legs for me at one of Beck's pool parties? Let's get serious here-or any other time I wanted?"Look, Mont-""Shut the hell up," I glance at Jameson and snap, "this doesn't concern you. So stay out of it."His eyes widen. I don't think he could be more surprised if I actually tackled him to the floor in the middle of the library. Jameson Daniels might be a senior, but I don't give a flying fuck. Alyssa is mine and he's encroaching on my territory. By the end of this, he'll know it and stay away.Alyssa's mouth falls open. Whatever she was expecting, that wasn't it.Since they'r
October of sophomore year...Mia and I push our way through the crowded student section at the stadium, searching for a place to park our asses. It's game day and I'm here to root on my man. Even though it's mid-October, the temperature is still seasonable and I'm able to wear Colton's red and black jersey over a turtleneck. He gave it to me a couple of weeks ago. It's a big deal. Only girlfriends get to wear player jerseys to the games or around campus. After he left my dorm room, I screamed at the top of my lungs.While wearing his jersey, of course.Sometimes I have to remind myself that this isn't a dream I'll wake from. It's my reality. I'm dating Colton Montgomery. Every time I think it, a little bubble of joy explodes inside me.This relationship has come out of nowhere and taken me completely by surprise. Sure, I'd always hoped we'd get together, but did I really think it was going to happen? No way in hell. How could I when Colton went to such great lengths to avoi
February of sophomore year...Alyssa is wrapped up in my arms as my mouth roves hungrily over her neck. She arches, allowing me better access to her delectable flesh. A little moan escapes from her as she shoves the key in the lock of her room.Once.Twice.After three failed attempts, she whispers, "You need to stop that, or I'll never get this door open and we'll end up having sex in the hallway."I don't care where we screw, as long as I can get inside her. My cock is so damn hard that it's all I can focus on. The moment I slide deep inside her is always one of pure nirvana. I've never experienced anything like it before. There's a little voice inside my brain that wonders if I ever will again. Since that's not an entirely comfortable thought, I shove it away before I can inspect it too closely."Colton."My name comes out sounding more like a breathy sigh and it does the impossible and makes me harder.I'll be honest, I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Her skin is way too
One week later...I cross one leg over the other and fold my upper body to my thighs, stretching my arms until they can sweep across the floor. Gradually I inhale, filling my lungs with oxygen and expanding my chest to capacity. I hold it for a couple of seconds before forcing every molecule from my body. Repeating the process, I focus on my breathing. I can almost feel the break down of lactic acid that has built up in my muscles during the intense sixty-minute practice. After a few more deep breaths, I sit up and shift my legs before crossing the left in front of the right and bending forward to deepen the stretch. Once my calves and thighs have been stretched, I straighten my legs in front of me and fold at the waist before widening my legs and moving through a second series of stretches.Francois Dupre, our guest instructor, is a French import. His pedigree is impressive. Classically trained, danced as the lead with the French Ballet, travelled the world. Most of the femal
My elbows are perched on my knees as I sit on the bench in the locker room and stare sightlessly at my clasped hands. They're clenched so tightly together that the knuckles have turned bone white.Did I do the right thing?Or was it all a huge fucking mistake? One I can't take back because let's face it, there's no way to come back from a breakup through text. That's signed, sealed, and delivered.Here's what I know-relief flooded through me as soon as I hit send.And that's got to mean something...right?I straighten my shoulders and try to convince myself that I did what needed to be done. That, unfortunately, doesn't stop the self-doubt from mushrooming up inside me. I feel like the world's biggest asshole for handling it in this manner. I damn well know that Alyssa didn't deserve to be broken up through text message, but I also realize that I wouldn't have been able to go through with it if I'd had to stand before her and look her in the eye.So, yeah...I pussied out and text
I jerk my shoulders. There's no way I can tell her the truth. That would mean opening up and letting her in. Like slitting my wrist and bleeding out emotionally. And that, I'm unwilling to do. So, I go with something believable. "I dunno, just kind of feels like this relationship has run its course." When her eyes widen, I force out the rest, needing a clean break. I can't have her coming back, trying to repair this. I need to blow it up. "There's only so much monotony I can deal with."Her mouth tumbles open as she sucks in a sharp breath. "What?" Whatever she was expecting me to say, that wasn't it.When her eyes turn glassy, I glance at the cement block wall beyond her. If I don't, I'll drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness. And I can't allow that to happen."We had a good run. Six months is practically an eternity as far as I'm concerned. But I'm over it. I need to mix things up. Explore my options.""You," there's a beat of silence as if she's having a difficu
There's a gentle tap on my arm."Lys?"I blink out of my thoughts and refocus my attention on Mia. "Hmmm?" If she asked a question, I have no idea what it was. I really need to snap out of this funk. Sympathy flashes across her face as she loops her arm through mine and tugs me to her. "Aww, girl. I'm sorry. I know this must be tough." There's a pause. "You want me to beat Colton's ass? For you, I'll do it."Even though it takes effort, I force out a snort. "Nah. He's not worth it." My lips quirk at the corners at the idea of Mia getting into any kind of physical altercation. She's never so much as had a disagreement. She's always walked the straight and narrow, but that behavior intensified after her sister, Brianne, died in a car accident. Sometimes I get the feeling that Mia is trying to distract her parents with all of her accomplishments. Straight A's, tennis tournaments, squeaky clean image and reputation. It must be exhausting to be so perfect.I wouldn't know.
One month later...The muscles of my belly spasm as I click on the email and skim over the first line. I'd mentally prepared myself for a-we regret to inform you...blah, blah, blah.Instead, it reads-Congratulations! You have been selected...I blink and read over the first line with more care, but the words remain the same. It still says congratulations.Holy shit! How did this happen? I didn't think I had a shot in the dark of being selected to attend LCDS. There were only a handful of spots and the competition was killer. Without Monsieur Dupre practically forcing me to apply, I wouldn't have bothered.A potent concoction of excitement and fear bubble up inside me. As that thought swirls through my head, the door to the dorm opens and Mia steps inside.Her lips lift into a smile when she spots me at the desk near the window. "Hey! I didn't expect you back so soon.""We were let out early," I tell her. "I just walked in ten minutes ago."With a huff of breath, she tosses