Page 51 of Scrimmage

He sits up abruptly knocking shit off of my coffee table. “Why the hell not?”

“Just seems boring. I don’t care to chase ass.” I only want one.

“You’ve gotten so fucking boring,” he complains. “Whatever. More beds for us.”

That gives me pause. “For who?”

“Oh, now you’re interested?”

“Just curious.”

“Penny and Ashland. I asked them to come with. I was worried I was going to have to sleep with you even though Ashland and Penny said they could cuddle in a bathtub.”

Penny…and Ashland. My dick gets hard thinking about being in the same room as her for almost two days. She wouldn’t be able to just run off.

“They’re coming?” I ask, nonchalant.

“I know you hate Ashland, but she’s cool as fuck.”

“Still trying to sleep with her?” If he says yes I might have to tell him.

“No, I think you’ve got that covered,” he snorts.

I turn to face him, gripping the counter. “How do you know that?”

“Oh, please. Mr. Self-Control has never hated someone more than you hate her. You’re usually pretty indifferent, but it’s like you’ve got some kind of personal vendetta against her. The only explanation is that you’ve had sex with her. Must have the Golden Pussy if she’s got you this worked up. Now I know why you’ve been so fucking weird.”

I don’t know why I didn’t tell Alexi before now. I guess because she’s not my type. Her whole persona is based on being a whore, which doesn't fit my image. It’s definitely hypocritical after all of the shit that I talk about her, but I don’t want this to be a thing either.

“It’s just sex,” I explain, crossing my arms.

“I doubt she’d let you have more than that.”

Her? Whatever she wants doesn’t matter here. I’m in control. “She’s a slut. No one dates sluts. She’ll probably fuck half of the guys at the party.”

“Whatever you want to tell yourself." He yawns. “So now that you’ve changed your mind, who's driving?” Alexi knows me too fucking well.

“I didn’t say I was changing my mind.”

“If you don’t go she will definitely fuck Noah Barnes. I overheard him talking in the locker room. I guess he was trying to fuck her at the football party.”

It shouldn’t bother me. Despite the words coming out of my mouth, I don’t want Ashland having sex with anyone else on the team. If she has my dick in a choke hold, then I can only imagine what would happen if any of the other guys got involved with her. We would lose this season solely because of her.

“Noah isn’t even Ashland’s type,” I try to convince myself.

“Neither are you,” Alexi points out.

“Oh, you’re an expert now?”

“I’ve seen her situationship, man. You arenother type,” he snickers.

That’s fucking interesting. “Her situationship?”

Alexi looks wary. “Yeah, he’s some kind of tattoo god.”

“How the fuck would you know?” I know I’m getting angry, and I can’t help it.

“He stopped by while I was over there studying. Dude is tatted up. Gauges. The whole sad boi nine yards.”

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