Right. There was that. My girl was stubborn and had it stuck in her head that athletes, but especially baseball players, weren’t for her.
“Shit,” Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Dylan was like this,” I muttered, and Jay nodded. Our third roommate, who was about to move in with his lady. Someone he stalked,allegedly.Maybe it was because of how we lived our lives, the competition, the discipline, the adrenaline that rewired our brains when it came to love.
Love.As fucking terrifying as that was, it couldn’t be called anything else. When you know, you know.
“Now you and me,” Jason mumbled, peeling the label off the beer he liked to hold when he came to parties like this.
“It’s the fucking water,” I muttered. “It has to be.” Our eyes connected, and Jason fucking laughed.
“Maybe a gas leak?” he asked. My attention moved to the crowd. I wanted to pull my phone out to see where the hell Teresa was. I hated playing a waiting game. Everything inside of me was anxious to see her, on edge just to have her near me. My lungs ached from not being near her.
“Maybe,” I muttered under my breath. “Something’s wrong with us, man,” I mumbled. Jason grunted. I glanced at him wondering what he’d think about my situation. Shit, what kind of shit had he done and got himself into?
Will he think it’s fucked up how I stalk her in plain sight?Running behind her in the early light of a new day in order to make sure she was safe. Learned her schedule like the back of my hand because I needed to make sure nothing bad ever happened to her. Would Jay think it was wrong for me to push and insiston Teresa giving me a chance while holding something over her head?
Am I a bully?
No. I wasn’t. It wasn’t like I would actually upload or turn in that video of her! I’d never do anything to put mi cielo in danger. Ever. I loved her. She was mine and I was hers, damn it! I just did it to get her to give me a damn chance.
Hell, travel days like yesterday were the worst for me. Hell, how many games had I gone to watch myself without her knowing when my own busy schedule allowed it?
A commotion sounded from where the beer pong tables were, and I sighed at the antics of the younger underclassmen. “Why are your brothers like this?” Jay asked, and all I could do was shrug.
“They’ve probably been drinking since they woke up today,” I shared. Jason shook his head with disapproval. I got it.
Omegas weren’t known as a party frat the way Sigma Laus were. Omegas had a better rep. One for being serious. Or as serious as Greek life could be.
“It’s the new president,” I explained.
“The guy from the basketball team?” I nodded.
“He’s a dick,” I added. I didn’t like him but was stuck with him for another year.
“You moving in here?” Jason asked for the first time.
“I don’t think so,” I replied before glancing in his direction. “That cool with you?” Dylan was basically moved out now, and if I left, with no new players, he’d have the dorm to himself.
“Hell yeah.” Jay tipped his beer at me, and I joined him in a silent toast. “Your dad cool with that?” Jason asked.
“I don’t think he’d care where I live.” Jason stared at me for a long moment without saying a word, and I knew what he was thinking, that I was wrong. Before he could say anything, a deepvoice cut through the yard before suddenly, silence hit the noisy yard.
“Oh my god! Where have you been all my life, pretty girl?” a male voice exclaimed, but from where we were, I couldn’t really see who it was.
Both of us shifted and straightened where we sat, but I caught sight of Teresa and her roommate. Both of them were holding a red Solo cup in their hands as one of the guys tried to talk to them.
“What the fuck?” we both said as we turned to face one another.
“She’s mine,” we said at the same time.
“The hell she’s yours,” I growled and stood. He joined me and stood closer to me.
“Man, I’m not playing,” he answered as we squared off.
“You think I am?” I growled, leaning closer.
He was my best friend. My roommate. But I had no problem putting him down. I’d kick his ass before he could lay eyes on my girl.
