Page 141 of I Blame the Rival

I put my hands together in prayer, “It’s okay if you don’t believe in yourself because I believe in you.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“Sure, it is. I just re-established your confidence.”

Nico groans, “You’re useless. Maurice, could you give me a hand?”

Pausing his conversation with Cody, Mo looks over with a smirk.

“I enjoyed watching Wes’ knees buckle the first time.”

For the record, my knees did not buckle. They may have been quaking at one point but they did not buckle.

“Dude. You gotta jump.”

“No way. I didn’t go through two years of braces just to knock all my teeth out now.” Nico looks back at his partner, “Babe, I’m too young to wear dentures.”

Mo rolls his eyes before walking over and lifting him from my shoulders, “If you didn’t do stupid shit, this wouldn’t happenso often.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

I laugh, looking over to where Trip is talking to her friends from class. She’s completely distracted so I quickly slap my best friend on the shoulder.

“Pass it over.”

Nico smirks, “Imagine if I had jumped and this had fallen out.”

“I told you sois not a good look on you.”

“It’s a better look than a wannabe alpha.”

Let me take a quick second to clear something up.

I, Wesley Williams, am nota cinnamon roll. A man is allowed to be sweet and thoughtful and an alpha all at the same time. Anyone who says otherwise clearly hasn’t met me because I am living proof that swoon-worthy boyfriends are just as masculine as grumpy assistant coaches.

Mo might be your stereotypical alpha, but I’m your adorable alpha.

Giving Nico the full force of my alpha glare, I sniff indignantly, “We agreed to never speak of that conversation again.”

He grins, passing over the package I had given him the night before, “I agreed to no such thing. Ten bucks says you’re going to cry.”

“Please. I’m not going to cry.”

“I’m upping the bet to twenty. Good luck, Alpha.”

Flipping him off, I quickly walk over and grab Trip’s hand. Stealing her from her friends, I bid them all promises of hersafe return before tugging her towards the cobblestone path that leads us away from the hustle and bustle of convocation.

“Wes, we can’t fool around right now.” She glances over her shoulder, “We’re definitely going to get caught this time.”

I grin, hearing the excitement in her voice, “If you want me to bend you over outside the science building again, all you have to do is ask.”

To all those students who use the winter gardens for actual studying, I am so sorry. Those benches have been contaminated on many occasions.

But hey, at least we’re making the most of our school facilities.

Trip blushes, “Maybe on the way back.”

My girlfriend is an equally dedicated citizen.

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