Jack’s sweat-soaked hair flapped around his head as he ran. When he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow, my dick jerked behind the zipper of my jeans. I might have groaned a few times when he stopped and propped his hands on his knees. Chest heaving, my imagination supplied his heavy rasp in my ear. Back arched, and holy fuck, how I wanted to lick the salt off his spine. Luckily, the crowd was noisy enough to drown out any sounds I made. His powerful legs pounded up and down the field, and I was thankful for the oversized hoodie I had on to hide the semi trying desperately to reach full mast despite my efforts to control it.
The players worked well together and won their first game, moving to the next round. The crowd cheered. I cheered. A smile split Jack’s face when he lunged for Ty, jumping and hugging before being swallowed by their entire team. He was mesmerizing, blinding.
After they left the field, Cara insisted we go to them and show our support.
I was hesitant at first. Jack probably wouldn’t want to know I was here. He was such an enigma. All hot and heavy one second, then hot and pissed another. From the erection pressed into my ass in the library, I had no doubts he was interested to a degree.So was my ass. New fantasies about him pile driving me and not the other way around were shocking, but I liked it.
Jack and Ty chatted with other players near the edge of the field. Cara ran ahead of us, squealing her exuberance. Jack did a double take at Cara, then glanced around, hopefully searching for me.
No matter if he was or not, he found me.
Tenyardsorsoseparated us. More than one head walked between us, making our line of sight of each other blink in and out. His expression darkened as if he were pissed or maybe just as angry-horny as I was, but he never stopped staring until our entire group was on them.
A series of “good game” went around, which Jack and Ty accepted graciously. Ty was in a good mood, laughing and cutting up with everyone. Jack even cracked smiles here and there, undeniably happy, and I really liked the look on him.
Their next game was that evening, which most of us stayed for as well. Our group caught up with them again, and again, Jack actively avoided me. The fifty different scenarios I’d rehearsed in my head, the congratulations, the compliments, even the bickering I’d imagined, wasted. Every step I took closer made him turn or flat out run away.
Away from me.
I didn’t return to the tournament on Sunday.
Monday 7:01 AM
Are we pretending to still do this?
Princess
You’ve really got nothing? All tapped out?
There’s a shit ton and you know it, Princess.
Princess
Do I? Seem to remember some dipshit saying there was nothing to talk about.
How long are you gonna hold on to that one?
Princess
Rather me hold on to something else, like in the library?
How about I’d rather you stop treating me like stranger-danger at school.
Princess
What makes you think you deserve special treatment from me?
What indeed.
AtoursessiononMonday, Trent informed us that these mandatory meetings were concluded.
“For real?” I asked, tone a little distressed. Sure it sucked since it was forced, but it didn’t suck as badly anymore. For at least two solid hours per week, I’d been able to sit near Jack, even look at him, and no one would question it.
“You sound a bit sad, Cal. Admit it, you liked these sessions,” Trent said.
The sessions? Hell, no. I only snorted in answer.
“Well, they’re over. Principal Woodson is pleased with the results, no matter if you two aren’t. No more pranks have occurred, and the overall mood of the students is back to where it needs to be. Now that the football season is over, we hope all of this rivalry business is well behind us. The faculty will keep a close watch, of course, so this doesn’t get out of hand again. Both of you are free to stop by anytime if you need to talk.”
