So, flowers are out.
Maybe I can upgrade her coffee pot, because the one she’s using right now is ancient and totally outdated. I’m sure there’s a better model on the market, and it’s a practical gift, so that should win me a few points, or at least keep her from strangling me the next time she sees me. Which, to be fair, will be at practice later today. I need to keep breathing or my hockey game is going to fall to shit. I know athletes play through injuries all the time, but I’m pretty sure death is a deal breaker.
The walk across campus takes no time at all because it’s freezing outside, so I hurry my ass through the quad and into the library. There’s a bank of chairs in the far corner by the fireplace, so I stake my claim. Before I can settle into the soft, buttery leather of my seat, my phone buzzes in my pocket. For a second, I’m sure it’s my dad, wanting to continue the awkward conversation he started yesterday. I am not in the mood for another lecture. Luck’s still on my side, though, because when I check my screen, I see that it’s not my dad messaging me, but my best friend, Dutton.
Sparky: You feel like grabbing food at the diner?
Blue: Always, but I’ve got to finish making slides for a presentation this afternoon. What time are you heading that way?
Sparky: Idk. Bridgette’s working at the salon this morning, so we could meet up after my workout and kill some time until she’s done, or we could grab lunch later. Up to you.
Blue: Lunch is good. I should probably get some work done before I treat myself to a French toast feast.
Sparky: See you then.
Blue: It’s a date, Sparky.
Sparky: Don’t fucking call me that.
Laughing, I tuck my phone in my pocket and root through my bag for my laptop and charger. My best buddy talks a big game, but I know he secretly loves the nickname I gave him when we were little kids. That grumpy bastard can’t fool me. It’ll be good to grab lunch with him later. Our rooms are right next to each other, and we play for the same hockey team, but I haven’t seen as much of him lately as I usually do since he went and got himself a girlfriend—and not just any girlfriend. My guy went straight for the forbidden fruit when he fell in love with our teammate’s twin sister. The drama has died down over the past few weeks, and I’m glad. He might be a surly fucker sometimes, but Dutton Wagner is one of the best people I know, and heworships Bridgette. Those two are sickeningly sweet together, so I’ll either get a toothache from mass consumption of French toast or from watching them make heart eyes at each other, but they’re happy, and that’s all that matters.
Lucky fuckers.
I’ve never had a problem finding a hookup or even doing a low-key, no-strings type of thing for as long as it lasts. I’m the fun one, and I’ve never broken any mirrors, so attracting attention from the opposite sex has never been an issue for me. But ever since I started at Bainbridge a few months ago, casual encounters just haven’t held the same appeal as they used to.
And I really don’t want to think about why that is, because I know the answer can be found on the first floor of the hockey house. But I can't think about that now, or even curse myself for being such a dumbass the first time I met Liza. If I want French toast for lunch—and who wouldn’t—then I need to lock in and finish this presentation.
Settling back into the comfy chair, I crack open my computer so I can get to work.
But when I go to retrieve the files, they’re not there.
Nothing is there.
Nothing familiar, anyway.
Instead of the usual blue background, I’m greeted by a green one. At first, I wonder if my color settings are off. Like, maybe I hit a weird combination of buttons and messed with my display. But my screensaver of Hazel isn’t loading, either. I’m no tech geek, but Leo Santos is, and I know he’ll troubleshoot it for me if I ask him. There’s no time for that now, though. I’ll just have to hope I haven’t fucked my machine up too much. All I need to do is update my slides. I can worry about optics later.
But when I click on a search engine in an attempt to login to my WolfWire app, all I see is dicks.
What the ever-loving fuck?
Dammit. I bet Ollie is behind this. He’s still pissed that I am the superior prankster in the house, and he hasn’t quite forgiven me for the stunt I pulled last week. But it’s not my fault the guy’s too damn gullible. I painted his bar of soap with clear nail polish. That’s like the oldest trick in the book. It’s a rudimentary move, but it’s a classic for a reason. The soap will never lather, and that shit’s just funny as hell.
Apparently, I’m getting payback in the form of five hundred dick pics.
And this is quite the gallery. There are long ones, thick ones, pierced ones. Damn. I’ll say this for Ollie: he loves a theme.
There are a few more tabs open, and I can’t resist clicking on them. Sure Ollie’s an amateur, but he’s got real pranking potential, and I want to see what else he put on my machine.
Tab number two is a bunch of dildos. It’s funny, but a little redundant, if I’m being honest.
Tab number three doesn’t disappoint. It’s tips on masturbating, and I’ve gotta admit that if I opened this up while working on a group project, that’d be horrific. And hilarious.
Tab number four is…a journal? Ollie’s pranking game has taken a nosedive. Why the hell would I want to read his diary entry about jacking off? I shake my head, and I’m about to text him and offer him lessons on the fine art of pranking, but my eyes snag on a single passage on the screen, and suddenly, I can’t tear my gaze away.
Entry #1-January 23
My comfort level with self pleasure is probably a five out of ten? I’m not opposed to it at all, but I’m not always successful, either. I think I get too easily distracted and then I’m all up in my head instead of down in my…well, you get the picture. Today’s session started out slow, but once I visualized the experience, I was able to get into it. I tried using a toy, but I find them intimidating, and my fingers worked just fine. There wassome playful spanking in my fantasy, and though I’m not sure I’d want to try that in real life, the image was pretty hot.
