“Yes, Coach.”
“I don’t fucking care!”
I nod. “Yes, Coach; sorry, Coach.”
“Seriously, you’re on thin ice! I still can’t believe I’m allowing this jock-strap nonsense.” He sighs. “Now back to the board, gentlemen,” his voice blasts as we go over our video of last week’s game.
I have already watched the video several times, it’s why I’m so good. I know it, and so does Coach.
So, my thoughts return to the one girl who has stole my attention, and maybe my heart.
10
Rachel
“Have you noticed that people are looking at you more?” Molly asks me as we walk toward our last class for the day. Even though our majors are different, we managed to snag lecture rooms next to one another. I look around the campus grounds under the umbrella we share and catch the occasional look. A light afternoon rain sprinkles down around us as we hurry toward the overhang.
“Yeah, who knew…a bit of attention from Randy and now people know I exist.”
“Hey, the important people already knew you existed, thank you very much,” she scowls playfully back at me.
Her thick, brownish red hair sways behind her as we rush up the front stairs next to the building’s front entrance. Molly drops the umbrella and shakes it out before closing it. Then we both stand there stomping our feet on the front concrete steps. Last week when it rained Molly went flying across the tiled entrance. It was comical, like something you would only see in a cartoon. I was doubled over in laughter, and even though it was hilarious and she didn’t get hurt, we both don’t want to repeat it.
“When are you going to see him again?” she asks me as I look down at my shoes, stomping them and hoping they are dry enough.
“I…” I begin to say as I look up and freeze. Molly reacts the same, her eyes following my line of sight. Because there he is, the man, the myth, the legend. Leaning against the entrance, his hands in his front pockets, which causes a slight pull at his shorts, revealing a glimpse of his 'V'. I blush at the thought of licking those defined lines up and down the next chance I get.
“Auditioning forLord of the Dance?” He smiles to me as he chews the gum in his mouth.
I look back down at my feet. “Just getting the water off,” I quip.
He smiles and nods and I internally cringe that he just watched me stomping my feet like Sam does when he wants candy at the store. Then I have to remind myself that he has seen me naked, so I think we are past the awkward part of our relationship.
He pushes off the door with his shoulder and walks in my direction. His height looms over me, creating a sense of anticipation as he gently places his hands on my waist and leans down to kiss my lips. The taste is hypnotic spearmint, and mixed with it his kiss is extremely claiming, like he’s marking me, and leaves me breathless.
Stepping back from him I smile and point toward my best friend. “This is Molly.”
He smiles at Molly and shows off those perfect straight teeth. “Randy,” he says in greeting, reaching out and shaking her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Molly.”
“Likewise,” she grins back.
“Are you here for me?” I ask timidly, realizing that our conversation is being monitored by everyone who enters and exits the building.
“Of course,” he says, gesturing for me and Molly to walk through the door. “Never actually been in this building before,” he says, looking around.
I smile at him, unable to think of something to say back as he walks with me toward my classroom. I feel nervous, why is he here? Did he come to break things off with me?Just letting you know, Rachel, that I don’t want to hook up with you anymore.I feel my heart start to beat loudly in my chest as I try to hide my nerves. I flick Molly with a nervous look when I see her recognize my unease. She nods her head slightly and gives me a reassuring smile.
“Well, this is me right here,” Molly says, pointing to her class.
“Cool, is this your class too?” Randy points.
“No, I’m the next one,” I reply back.
“Nice to meet you, Randy,” Molly says.
“You too,” he waves as she walks into her class, and I already know the bombardment of questioning I will get when I see her after class.
“Did you manage to get your car fixed?” Randy asks me.
