He stares at me. "Are you serious?"
"What?" I ask, unsure why he's giving me that look.
"I've been talking to her all week. I told you all about it. You seriously didn't hear anything I said?"
The truth is, no, I haven't. I've been preoccupied thinking about Brook. I've heard Danny talking but I wasn't listening. I'm a shitty friend.
"Sorry, bro. I've had a lot on my mind this week."
He shakes his head. "I'm going to the showers."
"Hey!" I yell as he walks off. "You still giving me a ride?"
"What was that?" he yells back. "I didn't hear you!"
"I said I was sorry! Let it go!"
He laughs, which means we're good. It takes a lot to make Danny angry enough to stay angry.
* * *
Dannyand I get to the party just after nine. It's at Tyler's house. He's the quarterback and always hosts the first party of the year. His parents take off for the night, knowing the party will get out of control but not caring if it does. The house isn't anything great but it has a big basement and big back yard, providing space for lots of people. Tyler's mom tells him to keep people out of her bedroom, but other than that, nothing's really off limits. His dad owns a big used car dealership so Tyler's family is considered rich compared to the rest of us. That—along with being quarterback—makes him the most wanted guy by all the girls at school.
The second most wanted guy? Me. But only because I'm seen as a challenge with my no relationship rule. Girls will tell me they just want sex but they're always looking for more. It's why they call me the Destroyer. They think I destroy hearts, but that wouldn't happen if they really were just coming to me for sex.
"So what's your plan?" I ask, gulping down my beer. I wasn't going to get wasted tonight but it might be the only way to get my mind off Brook. I'm sick of her filling my thoughts, taking over my dreams. This morning, I woke up hard as a rock, stroking myself, after dreaming of Brook's naked body draped over my bed. I don't even have a bed but I did in the dream. She was lying there, a slight smile on her shiny pink lips, her breasts perky, nipples taut, her legs spread wide, waiting for me, begging me to fill her. Right before I did, I woke up. Jacob was making noise in the kitchen and took me out of the dream. The kid has horrible timing.
Why I dreamed about Brook and not some other girl makes no fucking sense. Right now, I see at least ten girls giving me that look. The one that says we could go in a room and she'd do whatever I want. Hell, I could probably have two girls at once after winning us the game. Why wasn't my dream about that? At least then I could make the dream a reality.
I think Brook hating me is what makes her so appealing. That's gotta be it. It's like the girls who want me because they see me as a challenge. Knowing I refuse to be their boyfriend makes them want me all the more. If they even just catch my attention, it's an adrenaline rush, the first step in claiming what no other girl could get. I'm finally understanding how they feel. Knowing Brook would never live out my dream, or even kiss me, makes me want her so fucking bad. My cock is getting hard just thinking about it.
I need some relief, and fast. I lock eyes with Christina, one of the cheerleaders who's been trying to get with me since freshman year. Back then she was skinny with braces. Now she's filled out, with full breasts, thick hips, and a nice round ass. People at school say she's fat but I like how she looks. She carries the extra pounds in all the right places.
Christina notices I haven't looked away and gives me a sexy smile.
"Get lost," I say to Danny, keeping my eyes on Christina.
"Why? What's going on?" He sees who I'm focusing on and laughs. "No shit? Isn't she a little heavy for you?"
"I'm mixing it up."
"The girl can move, I'll give her that. You ever see her dance? The way she moves her hips and that ass? I hadn't even considered being with Christina until I saw that."
"Seriously, get the hell out of here."
"Yeah, I'm going," he says. "Let me know how she is."
Danny takes off as Christina saunters over to me. I glance at her competition and see looks of shock and confusion. Christina's the last one anyone would've guessed I would pick. I usually go for skinny girls with long hair, usually blond, although sometimes I mix it up with a brunette. Christina has jet black hair, cut short, ending just below her chin. It looks good on her. She's got a pretty face and the short hair draws attention to it.
"Hi," Christina says, stopping just in front of me. She leans up and whispers in my ear, "The way you eye-fucked me just now, I'd say you want to go find a room."
Shit, this girl doesn't mess around. Usually I at least talk to the girl before we do it. Or we'll talk, then grab a drink, kiss a little, and then find a room. But Christina isn't wasting any time.
Chapter Fourteen
Dean
"You want a drink?" I ask, noticing Christina's hand is empty.
