My lecture went by quickly, too quickly. Much to my neighbor's dismay, my leg shook the entire time and was partnered with the clicking of my pen. As everyone gathered their belongings, I sat stiffly in my seat.
It wasn't until students started coming in for the next lecture, that I made my way from the hall.
If anything should be called the walk of shame, it should be this. Having sex is not a shameful act. Leaving the next morning after a satisfying night of sex is not a shameful act. However, walking to my dad's office to get yelled at and judged for my latest one-night stand; I could practically feel the shame radiating off of me with every step I took.
My lower lip sat pinched tightly between my teeth as I got closer to my destination. The further from the main campus I got, the emptier the halls were until it was just me and the chilled winter air to keep me company.
The feeling of my heart as it thumped in my chest made breathing quicken as I k
The loud voices of the team reverberated throughout the locker room as the team changed for practice. It wasn't long before the room quieted at the sight of Coach Anthony. He looked uneasy and uncomfortable as he stood before us. It wasn't lost to me that he had come in through the main entrance instead of from the coach's offices like he normally would have. As I laced my cleats, he cleared his throat, causing me to look up at him from my bent position. "Let's go, gents. Coach is not going to tolerate tardiness today. He is already on the field." He said before he promptly turned and made his way out of the room. His chubby fingers scratched at the back of his neck as he did so, indicating his discomfort. "What's going on with him? Think he's in trouble, or that we're in trouble?" Jones asked as I stood upright and pulled my pads on. "Not sure, but I have the feeling practice is going to be hell today." The room started to get louder again
I could feel his eyes on me with every step that I took. It didn't help my confidence at all that I was a dripping, red mess. I'm sure the sight of me panting and perspiring like a pig was enough to make him lose interest. After him seeing me like this, there would be no way that he would want anything to do with me. The sound of a whistle had me sigh in relief. I had been out there for half an hour longer than the team had been, but while they were running drills, I was doing conditioning. My muscles were loose like limp noodles from the excessive cardio. It felt horrible to my body but amazing on my lungs. It had been proven that workouts caused a release of endorphins. That was something I only partially understood. I never enjoyed the way my body would ache, tense, and knot after. But man, did it feel good mentally. Taking a deep breath after a hard cardiovascular workout felt different. It reminded me of the feeling you would get when taking that first full inha
The entire practice, it was like there was a silent alarm on her. Every time I looked her way, it would trip, and security guard Tyler would be on me like a hound of hell. I couldn't say how many times he slammed into my shoulder, pushed me, or tackled me down (a few illegal plays, might I add). By the end of practice, I was fuming with anger only to see him wrap his arm around her as she leaned into him. Did she choose him over me? The hurt that swam through my chest was a new feeling to me, and I didn't like it one bit. "Man, you look like you're ready to kill," Jones said with a laugh as he slapped his hand down on my shoulder pad and turned me so that I wasn't staring at my girl…correction, his girl anymore. Any man would be stupid to not fight for her. I could see why he would be so protective. If she had given me a chance, I wouldn't have let her go either. "It's whatever, man. I just want this day to end." It was obvious to me
It was a long week. Longer than any that I had ever lived through before. Monday, I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a train from my intense cardio session on Sunday. Each day after, it progressively got worse until I decided to just skip my Thursday classes and take a recovery day. Instead of school, I spent the day standing in the dorm showers, under the hot water, until my muscles felt like they had melted. They tightened back up after I cooled off again. For a couple of hours though, it didn't feel like they were made of concrete. For a while, I debated telling my dad who it was. Then I watched the team scrimmage, and I saw how much Caleb loved the game. It was a reminder of how good he was at it, and my mouth snapped shut. The worst part about the past four days was Diana. During the scrimmage the afternoon before, the cheerleaders were out to cheer them on. Her smug face, as she watched me run suicides along the sidelines, had me ready to gear up and tack
The walk took longer than I had hoped. Even though I was trying to move quickly to warm my body up (and get out of the cold), my muscles were still protesting the movement, which slowed me down. When I saw that his office was empty, I felt my guts twist inside me with anxiety. It was like there was a voice in the back of my head telling me that it was time to put my big girl panties on and make my way to the practice field. Trust me when I say that the sight before me was as horrible as I had thought it would be. My dad was setting up the speed sled with several weight plates on it to increase the resistance. I knew it was there for me to pull it, but I secretly hoped that he had set it up for someone else. "If you are busy, I can come back later," I said with sarcasm as he dropped the final plate onto the stack of weights. The glare I received in return made me bite my tongue and push down another sarcastic remark. "Dad, we need to talk about this." "If you
The sun was brutal for early winter as it beat down on the field. My shoulder's toasted under the intense rays of hell, and I was positive I would leave with a darker sunburn than I already had from earlier in the week. I could taste the salt of my sweat as it poured down my face. My eyes burned from it, and I found myself squinting as my blurred vision worsened from the additional and unwelcomed liquid. My thighs ached as I pulled the weighted object behind me up and down the field. I wasn't sure if it had been ten minutes or an hour as my legs shook. Each labored breath got harder and harder to suck in until I felt like there wasn't enough air left in the world for me to fill my lungs. I was determined to win, and prove my father wrong. Prove to him that I could take it. I was not a quitter. The way he watched me instead of focusing on his team reaffirmed his concern for my well-being. As a father, it was only natural for him to be concerned even if he was the one
According to my phone, I had only been pulling the sled for about 40 minutes. The terrifying thought was that meant Caleb had about 50 minutes left to go before practice would be over. That, of course, was assuming that Coach would let him leave on time when the team got done. When I ended my call, I found that my eyes had remained glued to the graceful man who continued to pull the sled up and down the grass with ease. He was no longer running but maintained an impressively steady pull. Every movement made his muscles flex and ripple beneath his skin. It was mesmerizing. Every lap, I found myself standing in his path with the bottle of water I had refilled. He would meet my gaze as he took a few sips before he looked over the rest of my body and then continued pulling the sled. Not a single word was shared between us after he had taken over my punishment, but I could see all I needed to hear in his expressions. From the determination on his face, I knew that
I woke up the next day after sleeping through my alarm, unable to move my legs without my body screaming in agony. My phone lit up with a text from Chloe asking me to meet her for coffee since I had already missed my class, and I reluctantly pulled myself out of the safety of my blanket to get dressed. As much as I didn't want to leave my room, I was desperate to talk to her about everything that went down with Caleb. I didn't really care about the fighting with my dad and Selena after. My thoughts were consumed by the memory of him kissing my forehead in front of the team, and how he took over my punishment. It made my heart stumble out of rhythm. As sore as I was, I couldn't help but admire the way that winter was approaching as I walked to FIX. The campus landscape crew had cleaned up all of the fallen leaves. The ones that remained on the trees were a beautiful array of browns, yellows, and oranges as they ruffled in the chilled breeze. The quad was busy
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It was like a dream. There he stood, in a pair of jeans with a black button-up shirt tucked in, holding a bouquet of roses. I'm not sure when I started running. All I know is that I did. My suitcase fell to the ground as I dropped the handle a few feet in front of him before launching myself into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. I wasted no time in pressing my lips to his eagerly as his arms wrapped around my body to hold me close. The plastic that was wrapped around the bouquet crinkled behind me as he kissed me back just as passionately. His black hair was just as soft as I remembered, if not softer, and I laced my fingers through it as his tongue met mine in a heated kiss. "Damn." I heard Stephanie say to my right, and I pulled away with a blush only for Caleb to lean in and peck me twice more. "Hi, baby." He whispered against my lips, and my toes curled in my shoes. "I've missed you." "Why don't you greet me like that?" I heard an unfamiliar voice ask. Looking
I couldn't help the smile spread across my face as I met the bright blue eyes peeping through the crack of the seats in front of me for the hundredth time. There was something about him that was pulling me in. Maybe it was the flush in his cheeks or the head of blonde hair peeking out from beneath his beanie, but he kept drawing me back to him. I couldn't help it. He was cute. Moving back next to the window, I broke our eye contact only to pop back over into his line of sight once more, leaning onto the armrest of the empty seat next to me. An excited burst of giggles left his parted lips as his arms flailed about. No one seemed to mind me playing peek-a-boo with him for the past twenty minutes. Even the person sitting in my row on the aisle seat was content with it. It seemed that everyone in the cabin agreed the beautiful sound of the infant's laughter was better than the screaming that had started only an hour into the flight. Based on the sighs of relief that were let out into
It didn't take us long to get to the Alpha Kappa house, where I sat at his desk eating the burger and fries I had him order me in exchange for my help on his homework, watching ESPN on his TV. Tyler lay stretched out across his bed, staring at his laptop with relief as he submitted the assignment.As of last year, he was officially an upperclassman and was given the option to have an individual room instead of having to share. My jealousy oozed out of every pore when I showed up at his room after finding out that I was stuck with Teresa. It was the only time in my life that I regretted not joining a Sorority. Even then, that terrible thought only lasted for a second. They are way too social for me.The TV had just been background noise while we worked, but it quickly caught my attention as I grabbed a fry and stuffed it in my mouth."You would not believe the talent this kid has. He is definitely going to make a name for himself. 23-year-old Caleb Briggs, pi
It didn't take long for Teresa to realize that I was not going to let her walk over me.To be honest, she wasn't that bad as a roommate, but that was mainly because she was never in the room. When she was, she was asleep in her bed and stayed out of my way.Not that she was happy about it. She threw a fit when I made her move my stuff back to where she found it and explained to her, like an adult talking to a toddler, that she couldn't take my bed just because she wanted it.I was there first. I had dibs."Please, tell me that you have your ticket booked." Caleb's voice was distorted through my headphones as I sat in the quad under one of the trees lining the area. The same tree where we had sat together almost two years ago as we agreed to be friends. Even with his face pink and his hair wet from his after-practice shower, I couldn't help but think to myself that he was still the sexiest thing I had ever seen.And he is mine.
One and a Half Years LaterI leaned my head against his chest as his warm arms wrapped around me. It felt different.He felt different.Training camp was both good for him and hard on him. His body had new aches and pains, but everything about him was bigger and more defined than before. He moved faster, his footwork was impeccable, and everyone was impressed by him.I kept myself busy with my summer job waitressing, trying not to obsess over when he was going to call me or if he would even be able to each day. Yet, he never let me down. If he couldn't call me, he would text me instead. Since my phone was glued to my hand like a preteen waiting to hear from her first crush, he always got an instant reply.Yet, the feeling of being in his arm again made it all worth it. 48 days apart was just the start. Now we had my entire senior year to survive.The back hatch of my Father's now empty SUV loudly slammed shut next t
I turned the idea over in my head for the millionth time in the past two months since we first met. Then, Diana came to the forefront of my mind again. I could deal with everyone hating me for keeping the school's golden couple apart. I could even deal with people talking shit about me but, she was an absolute deal-breaker."What about Diana?" The bitterness in my voice shocked even me, and I silently cursed the few drinks I had downed for lowering my vocal and emotional control.With a bright smile and a shy rub at the back of his neck, I heard him loud and clear over the busy room. "I told her to fuck off and leave me alone. I told her that I was with you now, and I didn't want anything to do with her ever again.""Was this before or after you spent Thanksgiving break with her and, according to her, told her all about me?" Not the most civil way I could have put it, but I could still feel the anger and heartbreak pumping through my blood mixed with th
The air was thick, even for being outside, and I was acutely aware of the dark green eyes watching me from the second floor. As soon as he looked my way, I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. He had my complete attention and didn't even know it.The arm around my shoulder was hot and uncomfortable as he pulled me up against his side. Chloe gave me a discrete thumbs up from down by her hip, and I rolled my eyes as I laughed at her obvious intoxication. Clearly, she needed some liquid courage to have that specific conversation.Ryan stood behind her with his chin on the top of her head as he held onto her lovingly, not wanting to let her go. She leaned back into his embrace but looked stiff and uncomfortable."What do you say we give them an out so they can go be alone and we go get another drink?" Justin whispered in my ear. His warm breath tickled my neck as he spoke. He had been nice so far and surprisingly very funny, but his touch sent a bad feeling in
The second she walked into the room, it was like there was a magnet to her, and I was being drawn in. I didn't care about what Jones was saying next to me, nor did I care about the girl to my left that was failing in her attempt to get my attention.All I could see was Violet. She was just as beautiful as the last time I had seen her. I never wanted to go two weeks without seeing or talking to her again. It had been like losing my best friend, a metaphor that Jones was not happy about when I had tried to talk to him about the situation.It didn't matter that we were in public. I just wanted to march through the crowd that separated us, throw her back up against the wall, and kiss her until the only thing she could think or say was my name.After looking for her for almost two weeks, I needed nothing more than to get her to talk to me. To get her to agree to be mine and to make sure that everyone else knew it.I had tried to talk to Tyler about her but eve