Chapter 9

     Chapter Nine: It's a Date

    Gavin's POV

    The first time I set my eyes on Lyric Spencer, she didn’t know I was watching her. I remember it was after we lost a game, and one teacher decided it was the perfect time to give an impromptu test.

    I left the hockey rink for school after changing into jeans and a baggy shirt. My steps were fast, ignoring the observing and admiring eyes of the students around me.

    I was “The Wall” in the rink and “Hot Gavin” at school. I knew I was handsome, dashing, hot. The only fortunate trait I took from my father. I’ve seen the way women acted around him despite him being in his late fifties.

    It was the same way they acted around me. Puck bunnies. Women who were ready to fuck the brains out of every hockey player they saw. I didn’t give two fucks about them.

    For me, a relationship was a transaction: I give them orgasms, and they keep me satisfied. The other stuff didn’t matter to me.

    Until her.

    Lyric Spencer. A unique name. She was walking towards me with her head low and earphones in her ears. I don’t know what caused her to smile, but when I saw her lips widen into a smile, the truth was my body was only attracted to her curvy one. I needed to fuck her out of my system. And if I wanted to do that, we needed to meet. She wouldn’t resist me. No sane girl would.

    It was another day; we won against one of our rivals, and I was elated. I came over to shower at school. When I bumped into her, shoving the phone from her grip onto the floor, our eyes met, and I was stunned by how beautiful this woman was. Her eyes were deep brown, felt like they were calling out to me. Lyric had thin red lips which were surprisingly kissable. My eyes wandered to her long legs; I imagined them wrapped around me while I pounded into her. My dick twitched inside my pants.

    Her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost. Instantly, I felt my cheeks flame out of embarrassment. I was having dirty thoughts of a girl who was right in front of me.

    No one should blame me. With an ass like that, she was fucking irresistible.

    "I am sorry," I managed to say. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was pretty. The type of pretty I had hardly seen nowadays with all the filler that made women look like a Barbie poster.

    In response, she blinked once, twice. It was the same reaction women get when they see me. I was happy I got the same reaction from her.

    The silence was killing me.

    Awkwardly, I offered a smile, my hand rubbing the back of my neck. "Miss, do you want a new one instead of an apology or a date?" I added a wink.

    What was I doing?

    Flirting?

    I never flirted with anyone. They usually flirted with me. Gosh, no. Back down.

    Unfortunately, I couldn’t get my mouth to stop talking, "Tell me, beautiful."

    Please shut up, Gavin... this is so bad. Was I terrible at it? Because she kept staring at me blankly.

    "I am waiting for your answer, gorgeous." My stupid mouth ran off again. It must have been something I said because her cheeks flushed red. The most beautiful shade ever. I imagined how red it would be after I had given her a multitude of orgasms. She looked so cute.

    Cute?

    Oh my goodness. What was happening to me?

    Lyric was not buying any of my shit. She kept staring at me like I was speaking in Japanese or any foreign language.

    "Miss?" I waved my hand, my voice growing hard with each passing moment. One of my flaws was that I was impatient.

    She flickered her eyes all over me like she was examining me.

    "Don't waste your breath on her. She can't hear or talk to you. The girl is dumb and deaf," a guy I had never met before chimed in.

    Dumb and deaf?

    Fuck. This is bad. Awful, to be honest.

    What does she think of me now?

    An asshole? A jerk?

    She must have thought I was making fun of her disability. When I wasn’t.

    I didn’t realize when I left. I just left her there like a jerk. She must hate me now.

    Fuck.

    I needed to leave this campus. Guilt was clawing at my chest for not knowing about her disability. I let my dick drive my actions, and I ended up hurting her.

    Fuck.

    I know someone with a disability too; she hated when anyone showed her pity or tried to treat her as if she was dumb. I didn’t want Lyric to feel like she was a charity case.

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    During my mathematics period, I walked into a standing ovation. It was nothing new; the same thing occurred in my previous class.

    After all, I was the wall. I had exceptional skating skills on the ice; my playoffs were legendary. Exceptional reflexes and reaction time more than any team we have ever come in contact with. Blessed with the ability to read the game and anticipate shots and effective puck-handling and distribution.

    Not to brag, but I was gifted on ice and off ice. Ask the ladies.

    However, I could not enjoy this ovation because Lyric was standing in front of me. She stood, pupils widened and mouth open. Poor thing thought it was for her. I thanked them and moved to my seat, still feeling guilty over what happened earlier.

    When the teacher was being mean to her, I felt the urge to stand up for her, but I didn’t. Until she did not have a seat, so I left.

    Despite having a business major, I left the mathematics class that day so she could have a seat. I was not good at math anyway. It was better she attended the class.

    Next time.

    Later, I bumped into May—Janet at the school lobby. James? No, that doesn’t sound right.

    All I know is that she was the brunette I kissed half-drunk last week after the game when we went to celebrate. She gave the best blowjobs I have ever gotten in my life.

    "Heyyyy," she said in the most sultry voice I have ever heard. Janice wore a green crop top and mid-thigh flare white skirt with buttons. She was pretty, with big boobs and a good ass.

    "Hi."

    "Should we hang out again?" she asked, playing with her hair strands. My eyes followed the way she licked her lips after the statement.

    "Sure." I managed to smile; something was off today with me. Even the thought of banging this girl senseless did not interest me. I kept thinking of how Lyric was looking at me when I left the class.

    I hope she doesn’t think I see her only as a disability because I don’t. I could never.

    Nah. I needed to stop thinking about this girl. She went and ruined my booty call.

    I moved closer, my arms around her waist while she gazed up at me. I leaned in, brushing her lips, "I always wonder how it would feel to have a BJ from a girl with swollen lips from my kisses. Maybe we could win the next Guineas records. You in?"

    "Yes." The girl laughed as if I was a comedian, her hand moving up my chest. I could feel my skin itching to push her away. I hated when people touched me without my permission. Even if we were to have sex.

    "Please don’t touch me," I croaked out. Her eyes widened as if alarmed, a smile pulling up on her beautiful lips, "OCD? I heard about your no-touching rule."

    My lips fell on a thin line."None of your business."

    Pinning her hair behind her ear, she said, "Fine. I will follow your rules. What do you say, my place at seven o’clock?"

    "It’s a date," I teased, licking my lips.

    Once again, the girl laughed as if I was the funniest person on earth. Perhaps, she was aware I don’t do dating. As much as I can help it, I loved having a constant fuck until I get bored. It saved me the struggle.

    Sex was a distraction for me. I didn’t do it for mere satisfaction. I had to forget somehow.

    Letting go of her, I raised my thumb above my shoulder to signal I was going to leave. Midway, I turned and asked, " Jice? Juno?"

    The girl laughed again, "It’s Janice. My name is Janice."

    Janice. I repeated it in my head so I wouldn’t forget even though I am a hundred percent sure I would.

    That evening, I went over to her place. Phenomenal it was. Janice lived with her grandmother, who was suffering from Parkinson’s disease and mostly at the old age health center. We had the whole house to ourselves.

    Janice might be my next conquest until the next.