Rumors
It’s Saturday night and I’m sitting in the stands of the football field waiting for the first game of the season to start. Professor Strickland made it mandatory for us to attend tonight's festivities. It’s only because her husband is the coach, otherwise, I doubt we would be forced to attend this. I personally couldn’t care less about football, especially since Grayson is the team's captain and quarterback. When I woke up this morning, I had an email waiting for me stating I will be tutoring Kade as of next week. I don’t know why but excitement filled my veins for a split second before dread settled in. I don’t have a choice. This is a requirement as a partof my scholarship, and the last thing I want to do is ruin it over some dickwad.
A knee to my back takes me out of my thoughts, and I turn my head to see a few drunk guys behind me laughing and carrying on. I grit my teeth and face forward, not wanting to create a scene with all these people here. It’s already extremely overwhelming and distracting. I don’t know what to pay attention to first. The little kids running around, jumping from step to step. The cheerleaders performing. The band playing or the moms gossiping. It’s a lot to take in all at once. I lift my cup of hot chocolate and take a sip, nearly spilling it when Misti nudges my arm.
“Look there he is!” she says, pointing at some boy walking up the stairs with a few of his friends.
“That’s Spencer?” I ask, and her eyes widen.
“What? What is wrong with him?” she says.
“Nothing, nothing. I’m just shocked is all. I don’t know why I pictured him differently.” I laugh, and she bumps my shoulder.
“I’m into nerds. Leave me alone. Popular guys are a waste of time. But Spencer, he's so deep, and the way he plays with his lip ring… My god. I wonder how his tongue feels—”
“Mistiii, you dirty bitch.” I laugh, which only makes her laugh harder.
“Yes, yes I am. Listen, I know I said we would come here to appease Professor Strickland, butthere’s a bonfire tonight and Spencer asked me to meet him there, but I don’t want to go alone. Come with me? Pleaseeee, Rowyn,” she begs, grabbing my hand.
“Fine, fine. I’ll take one for the team,” I reply, and she squeals, hopping up and down in her seat.
“Thank you, thank you. I can hook you up with his friend if you want?” she asks, but I shake my head.
“No, that’s okay. I'd rather just be your wingwoman and have a good night,” I answer, and she huffs.
“Listen, we are besties now, and I’m going to need you to get laid sooner rather than later. It’s college, we're supposed to be sluts. It’s the only time we get to live before we have to be serious and do adult things,” she states, and I laugh.
“I do not need to get laid. I’m perfectly fine being celibate,” I state, and she gasps.
“Wait a second, are you a virgin?” she asks, and I slap my hand over her mouth.
“Would you keep your voice down? I don’t need everyone knowing about that,” I whisper-shout, and she nods. I remove my hand from her face, and she giggles.
“Oh, babe. Now I’m going to make it my life's mission to pop that cherry.” And I shake my head furiously.
“Absolutely not. I will not let any of these unworthy assholes between my legs. I’ve come this far and I—”
“But you’ve done other stuff right?” she asks, and I laugh.
“Yes, you slut. I’ve done everything else but sex,” I answer, taking another sip of my hot chocolate.
“Okay, thank god. Sorry, I’m not judging but…” She trails off, and I roll my eyes. “You’re just so pretty, and I don’t understand why you don’t want to just get rid of it.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, and tonight, I don’t feel like jumping off the cliff and explaining my life story.”
“I understand. But fair warning, I’m still going to try." She laughs, and I just shake my head. The game finally starts, and I can’t help but watch Grayson on the field. He really knows how to put on a show. You can tell how he speaks to his teammates, and in how he plays, that football is his passion. Too bad he doesn't have the same set of skills when it comes to people. I truly believe he thinks everyone is beneath him and we all owe him something, which is far from the truth but whatever helps him sleep at night.
The game goes on, and I’m bored out of my mind. The assholes behind us won’t shut the fuck up, and I swear to god if I get kneed in the back onemore time, I might just fucking snap. I’m ready to go back to my room and be done with the night. So, I nudge Misti and she looks at me and smiles.
“Can we go?” I ask, and she nods.
“Yeah, let’s go back to the room and get ready. I think a little pregaming is in order.” She laughs, and I stand, grabbing her hand.
Everything moves in slow motion, but happens so fast that I don’t realize what is going on until it’s too late and I’m tumbling down a flight of stairs. My back smashes against the metal and then my head bounces off the stairs. I cry out as my vision goes black for a second then I see nothing but stars as people around me gasp and kids scream while a few others try to help me.
“Are you okay, Sweetie? Do I need to call the medics over?” some sweet lady asks but I shake my head, trying to sit up.
“Holy shit, Rowyn. What the hell. One minute you were standing and the next you were rolling,” Misti says frantically.
