As she walks away, I can’t help but watch.
“Did you guys just see that girl?” I ask, turning to the guys with my jaw hanging open.
“See what girl?” Blair looks around for a second before turning to me with his brows drawn together. “Who are you talking about?”
I don’t help myself though. No matter how hard I try to forget her, I always cave at the beginning of term, figuring out what classes she’s in, and then transferring into them.
Apparently, I’m a masochist.
And a stalker.
Sue me.
Why don’t I just talk to her you ask? Great question!
I lose every single brain cell packed in this thick fucking skull of mine the moment she’s within my sights, and it’spathetic.
Not to mention I’m a giant pussy. I have three fucking classes with her this term, and yet I lose both of my balls whenever I try to talk to her. I can never think of something to say, and when I do, she scurries out of the lecture like her ass is on fire.
Fuck,her ass…
Not only does her body rock in every sense of the word, but that fucking face of hers is like a greek goddess and a pixie had a baby. She’s got these pouty lips, gorgeous grey eyes, and cheekbones that could cut a man. She’s got this long black hair, the kind that makes you wonder what it would feel like wrapped around your fist while she moans your name.
God, what I wouldn’t do to worship the ground she walks on.
I haven’t seen her in a week though, she’s been completely M.I.A. It’s so unlike her to skip classes, and the deep pit in my stomach tells me something isn’t right.
The only other time she was missing for this long was when her brother died. Watching her struggle from afar nearly killed me. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and tell her everything was going to be okay.
I wanted to be her knight in shining armour.
“Ummm,hello?”
I snap out of my daze and realize that there’s still a girl on top of me. A very pissed off girl.
“Sorry honey,” I drawl, “but if I knew you acted like your shit don’t stink, this would have never happened.”
She rears back like I slapped her and huffs. She gets off me, grabbing her clothes off the floor of my bedroom before whipping back to face me and sneering, “you’re exactly like they say you are.”
I arch a brow, daring her to continue.
She pulls on her jeans, “a selfish man-whore with nothing better to do than play with girls and stick his cock in anything that walks.”
“That’s not completely true,” I smile sweetly, “I’m usually more selective in my choice of women, you just happened to slip through the cracks.”
Her jaw slackens for a moment before she snaps it shut and storms out of my room.
Farewell nameless girl, you will not be missed.
Blood pumps in my ears, drowning everything out while I skate down the ice. Tony screams at us from the opposite end while we run two-on-one drills.
I miss Claire.
I was kind of excited to hear that we’d be getting a new assistant coach, and was even more excited when I found out it was gonna be her. She’s smoking hot, that long brown hair and bright blue eyes almost knocked me on my ass when she first walked into the house. I felt like I was on top of the world when I found out she was the girl living with us for the year. Her curves are constantly on display, tight leggings and long-sleeves are her go-to… I’m sure as hell not complaining.
But the excitement was quickly crushed when I realized she was more of a hard ass than Tony. Sure, she’s kind of quiet and super sweet when we’re at home, but the moment she steps foot on the ice, she becomes a fucking dictator.
Even though I appreciate her beauty, she’s clearly gother sights set on Lucas… and he’s got his set on her. I would never go behind his back and do something like that, not to mention we’ve become good friends. Two months ago, I would have jumped at the chance to get her into bed, but now she’s like family.
