My dad bought a townhouse near campus for me to live in while I attend Northgate. It’s just off campus, and perfect for parties. It ended up becoming the unofficial team hang out spot. Which is fine with me until I want some privacy. Then I kick all the fuckers out to have the place to myself, and usually whatever girl I choose.
When Mayson announced she was going to attend Northgate, both my dad and her mom suggested she move into the townhouse with me.
“You won’t have to worry about having some weird roommate. It’s perfect,” her mom suggests.
I’m sitting on the couch, my leg crossed over my knee, and smirking at Mayson’s pissed off face. “Yeah, you just have me.”
“I’d rather go swim with sharks.” She grimaces.
I laugh. “Aw, I don’t bite as hard as a shark. Unless you want me to.”
“Colin, enough,” my dad snarls and I roll my eyes. He knows he has no control over me, though he likes to pretend he does in front of his newlittle family.
I lived with my mom until dear old dad insisted I move in with him my Junior year of high school. He was getting married and wanted to have a family again. Mom never cared much whether I was home or not, so she had no problem shipping me back to him.
And then I saw Mayson and I knew I wasn’t going to fight it.
“I’d rather get the whole college experience, dorms and all that,” Mayson insists and I don’t hide my scoff. No one actually wants to live in the dorms, but I know she just wants to be away from me.
Too bad she never will be, despite what she thinks. I’ve made sure she knows I’m still around, even as I’ve been at college, not that Northgate is far. I know she knows it. None of the guys will talk to her, and those that dare to try learn really quickly why they shouldn’t.
“Fine. But if there’s even the slightest problem, you’re moving in with Colin,” her mom states.
I’m unable to hide the way the corner of my mouth curls up at that. I’ll remember that threat, especially because I know she’ll hate it.
I’ll let her have her freedom for a bit. At least I’ll let her think she does. Everything she does is only because I let her, and she’s going to learn that sooner rather than later.
“That’s settled, then. Colin,” my dad looks at me, “Take care of your sister while you’re there.”
“Not your fucking sister,” I hear her grumble while I smile widely.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s well taken care of.”
And I will. In my own way.
The Rites begin at midnight, and the first order of business is about to begin. I need to get her close to me. She’s not going to like it, and that makes it even better for me.
But tonight the team is hanging out, drinking, and of course even when I don’t intend for it to turn into a party it always does. It doesn’t take long for the girls on Mayson’s teamto start showing up like they usually do. Though, she rarely does. On the rare occasions she does come, she makes it a point to ignore me completely.
Tonight she has no choice, and as soon as midnight hits she’s not leaving.
I’m nursing a beer that’s gone warm in my hand. I have to force it down because there’s not much worse than warm beer. I’m on high alert for Mayson, but haven’t seen her. I know she’s coming; I recognize almost everyone else on her team except I don’t see her.
“Hey Colin,” a woman’s voice says next to me as I feel a hand around my bicep.
I look down to see who it is, and don’t even bother to hide my grimace. She’s not the girl I need the attention of tonight. I’m pretty sure I’ve hooked up with her before, she’s not on the woman’s team, and I couldn’t tell you her name for the life of me.
“Not interested,” I grumble.
“Aw, you sure? You don’t even have to do anything.” She runs her tongue along her bottom lip, and I wait to see if my dick reacts at all, but there’s nothing. Nada.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I look around once again, and don’t miss the pouty look she gives me before stomping away.
I storm over to the first teammate I see. “Reyes,” I snap. “You seen Mayson?”
He shakes his head and I scowl, walking away before he gets the chance to say anything because I worry if anyone dares to speak a few words to me before I see Mayson they may end up on the ground. I’d rather not have to explain to our coaches why I beat up someone.
Again.
