Page 55 of Scrimmage

“Oh yeah. Ran into her yesterday after class.” Barnes flexes. “I think we’ll pick up where we left off at the football party.”

“Where did you leave off?” I fucked Ashland at that party. If she had sex with Barnes at that same party, I might fucking lose it. I’m already feeling a little buzzed.

“She was flirting with me at the bar all night until she disappeared. Tonight, though, I’m gonna get it in.”

I settle back into my chair. She’s all talk. Probably won’t even hang out with him tonight. She’ll be all over me trying to hop straight on my dick when she gets a chance.

“You couldn’t handle a girl like that,” Troy snorts.

Barnes squints at him. “Why the fuck not?”

“You’re too vanilla.”

Barnes crosses his arms angrily while everyone laughs. “I am not too vanilla.”

“I’ll be honest. Ash is a wild card.” Alexi fills his cup. “I’m willing to bet she gives you blue balls.”

“We’ll see whose laughing tomorrow morning.”

Troy leans his forearms on his knees. “What about Penny?”

“Why don’t you all worry about your fucking groupies? I think they’re more in your league,” I say nonchalant.

“Fuck the groupies. You two brought the hottest girls I have ever seen outside of PornHub. I won’t waste the opportunity,” Troy says. “Yo, Daemon. Is Penny one of those abstinence before marriage types?”

Alexi narrows his eyes. “Have some fucking respect, man.”

“What? She wears that cross all of the time. I can make her see God.”

“Inappropriate.” Barnes hits him in the chest.

“You were just talking about dicking Ashland down.”

“That’s different.”

“How?” I ask.

“Because she wants it. She’s a slut, everyone knows that.”

“Have any of you slept with her?” I continue. They all shake their heads no. “Sounds like a tease to me.”

“Whatever, Armory. We’re not all fucking celibate. You’ll end up with Stephanie sucking your dick in the woods with that shitty head she gives.”

The thought makes my skin crawl. I don’t want Stephanie on my dick.

Troy finishes off his seltzer. “May the best man win, Barnes."

“You two don’t corner the market on pussy,” Gage, another rookie, interjects.

“Whoever gets Ashland, gets one hundred dollars." Troy grins.

“No one is getting one hundred dollars for shit,” I snarl. “We don’t treat women like that. I thought you all knew better.”

“You’ve never said shit before.” Troy narrows his eyes. “Do you have skin in the game or something?”

“I just think you’re all dipshits. If you wanna bet, bet on a Groupie. They love that shit. Unsuspecting women? Fuck no. If I find out any of you have done that, I’ll make sure you’re miserable at every practice for the rest of the season. You can become equipment junkies, too.”

They all grumble, but I’ve gotten my point across.

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