Page 23 of Scrimmage

She stands, struggling in her heels like a baby gazelle. Her hands run up my thighs pissing me off. I don’t like it when she touches me. It’s why I won’t fuck her. It’s why I won’t fuck any of them.

“We could do something else?” she says suggestively, biting her pouty lip that's painted deep red. It doesn’t look good on her.

“I’m good.”

She stamps her foot and shoves her hand onto her hip. “You called me over here, Koda. I’m horny. I want to have sex.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” I sit back on the couch, grab the gaming controller, and turn the console on. She steps in front of the screen.

“We’ve been doing this for a while now." She gestures between us. “I just—”

She needs to get the fuck out before I lose my temper. “What is it that you think we’re doing?”

“I mean. You call me over here.”

“Yeah, to suck my dick. Fucking move.”

“Come on, Koda. It’s more than that.”

God, I hate women. They always want to talk or some shit. Everything means something even when you tell them it doesn’t.

“It’s not,” I deadpan. “If you’re gonna keep this shit up I’ll just call Heather instead.”

“She doesn’t suck dick as good as I do.” Stephanie crosses her arms. “Or else she would be here.”

“You were available." It’s definitely not the head.

“When are you going to admit that we’re dating?” she whines.

I carefully set the controller onto the coffee table and stand up. Taking her hands in mine, I look her in the eyes. “I want you to listen to me, Stephanie. I would never, ever date you. Your voice is annoying. It’s why I always shove my dick in your mouth, because I want you to shut the fuck up. Leave my condo and go fuck one of the other forty-three guys on the team that you already do. Understood?”

Tears fill the brim of her lower lashes that are caked with mascara. “You’re so mean.” She snatches her purse off of the marble counter and storms out.

“Damn.” Alexi strides out of the hallway.

“Can’t you stay at your own fucking place?” I sneer, tossing myself back down onto the couch.

“And miss that? No way,” he chuckles, grabbing a piece of pizza from the box and smashing it down. He comes and sits down next to me, typing away on his phone. He throws his head back and starts laughing to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

“Ashland,” he groans, throwing his phone onto the table.

I roll my eyes already tired of this shit. All day he has non-stop talked about the bitch from brunch, who is apparently in his class about ancient shit. I thought he’d finally gotten over it, but then we saw her at the goddamn pizza place and it was right back to where we started.

“What about her?”

He drags his hands over his face. “It’s not her number.”

“You grabbed her phone and text yourself. How is it not her number?”

“It’s some dude named Cole. Gave me a full written out apology and said she has his phone most of the time cause hers is always dead. It was so concise that he must have copied and fucking pasted it from his notes.”

That shit actually makes me chuckle.

“Ha. Ha." He picks up a controller. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll see her next Thursday in class.”

I cast him a sidelong glance. “You’re wasting your time.”

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