“Be careful, Ava, you don’t want to do this. You won’t like the way I play.” Swiftly, I stepped back, and when she stumbled, I caught her and turned her quickly, pressing her over the counter, her ass rubbing into my crotch exactly as it wassupposed to. Slowly, I moved until I was almost lying on top of her. “I remember this . . . I remember how you begged for more.” My teeth nipped her earlobe, and I felt her body shiver. “Now, either you want a replay no matter how muchyouprotest, or you want to get the fuck out of my house. Which one?”
“I want out.” Her quick, breathless reply made me grin as I slowly uncoiled and rolled up and off her body.
“I think I like you better like this,” I mused as my hand trailed along her spine. Letting her go, I stepped back out of reach of her punch should she attack. And I was right; her swing was as wild as the fury in her eyes.
“You speak to my coach about what happened between us and I’ll ruin you, do you understand?” I asked her as I watched her shaking hands smooth back her hair as she tried desperately to compose herself.
“Fuck you.” Angrily, she stormed away from me, heading for the kitchen door. “I offered to help you, but maybe I’m hungover after all.”
“Seems to be a theme,” I snorted. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Go to hell.” The front door slamming shut behind her made me chuckle. I checked the time — the first quarter would be starting. I was in a better mood to watch the game now.
By the time the second half had started, I had gotten into three arguments on Twitter, two on Instagram, and had sent both Gray and Ash several angry messages about the mistakes they were making on the field. Knowing they wouldn’t see the texts until after the game just pissed me off more.
As the final minutes of the last quarter played out, I was grateful that we would be taking home the win. My phone alerted me to a new message.
Replying to @DevilsASaint#8 You sound like a spoiled brat, how’s the ankle or can’t you remember? @UptightKickedYourAss
I stared at it, knowing exactly who the tweeter was, even though when I checked the account, it was newly opened. I couldn’t believe her. She had balls. I also had to be careful, because what I wanted to say to her, even I knew I couldn’t put on social media.
Replying to @UptightKickedYourAss Ankle’s good, thanks for being a such a “giving” fan @DevilsASaint#8
I quickly opened my texts and opened our message thread.
Me:Don’t you fucking dare
Uptight:Or what?
Me:Don’t
Uptight:I told you, you don’t scare me asshole
She also sent me the one-fingered emoji.
Replying to @DevilsASaint#8 You’re delusional. Alabama is gonna kick your ass . . . whether you play or not #DanteSpenceis#1 #GoLions #BlueandWhiteforthewin
Within seconds, my Twitter blew up. And then it was my text messages.
Gray:Put the fucking phone down
Ash:Dude you’re tripping, get off SM
Gray:So help me brother, I will kick your ass! Do not fucking reply to her
Ash:Is this dick on Twitter Ava?
Me:Yeah I think so
Me:You both played like shit
Gray:Didn’t miss you on the field — dick
Ash:Ben throws better than you
Me:@Ash then why can you still not catch the fucking ball?
Gray:We’re cutting you off SM
