Page 56 of Scrimmage

I don’t want to have sex with Ashland this weekend. I’m only here to make sure she doesn’t have any either. The thought of her riding Barnes has me seeing red. She doesn’t get to call the fucking shots. She can be a slut, but she needs to do it away from the team.

I’m trying as hard as I can to pretend she doesn’t exist, but her presence permeates the entire property. Maybe it’s just my awareness of her. There is plenty of ass here. I can forget about the pink haired brat. All I have to do is clear my fucking head. I don’t see her nor Penny at the beach as we hike down. I wonder if they made it back from their stint in the woods.

People are already milling about, drinking and laughing. Some are swimming and a few are playing volleyball. Music is playing loudly from some speakers that someone set up on a picnic table. There's a massive fire, and the kegs have been dragged out onto the beach.

I’m convinced that all I need is a body. Any body. The problem with Ashland is that her pussy has me in some sort of trance. I’ve had sex before. I just never really enjoyed it. Ashland, though? She fucks me like it’s her life’s purpose to make me come. I know that it’s the last thing she gives a shit about, and it makes the whole thing that much more frustrating. She's had plenty of sex, and I don't think it's relevant who gives it to her.

I look for a groupie named Heather. If I get started early maybe I can get it over with and still have the rest of the night. Better than Stephanie, and she wants it. She also pretends that she’s shy, which, unfortunately, makes me have to put in a modicum of effort when I have to see her. It’s why I don’t call her much. It takes a minute to find her on the crowded beach. She’s already tipsy. Maybe it won’t be as irritating as it usually is.

I stand behind her. “Hey, Heather.”

She turns to face me with a smile. “Koda?”

“Glad you decided to come.” Not really.

“Well, ya know. Party of the year and all.”

“Yeah, it’s a good party.” I fucking hate conversation.

“It’s a pretty drive up here,” she says.

This is excruciating. “Yeah, the national park isn’t too far from here.”

“Are you gonna hang with me tonight?” She bats her lashes, pulling her drink to her chest to try to draw my attention.

There isn’t much to look at. Honestly, Heather is pretty fucking simple. I’m starting to wish I hadn’t even come here.

I feel something change in the atmosphere. It’s striking, like electricity buzzing in the wind. I scan the party. Sure enough, there are Ashland and Penny, surrounded by some of the players by the kegs. It’s like I’m being punished. Try to get away from Ashland, ignore her, and she ends up in my vicinity unknowingly demanding my attention anyways.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and walk away, leaving Heather and her friend to talk about shit I couldn’t pretend to listen to.

What are you doing?

Ashland pulls her phone out, looks at it, and doesn’t even look for me.

Who is this?

I watch her and furiously type on my phone.

You know who this is.

She responds immediately while Penny nods along to something the guys are saying.

I dunno. Says Micropenis. Could be anyone.

Fucking cunt. I’m mid-text when Alexi grabs my shoulder. “Saw you talking to Heather. Thought you were ignoring Ashland?”

“Why are they hanging out with the three musketeers?”

He tries to hide a grin. “Are you jealous?”

“No, those idiots were just fucking betting that they could have sex with them. Doesn’t that bother you?”

He looks in their direction, assessing the situation. “I don’t know if you recall, but Ashland can hold her own. Penny, too. Who cares if they have a good time? Isn’t that the point of this weekend? If you want her so badly, go over there.”

“I don’t want her. You fucking invited them, and I’m only here to make sure none of you do something stupid.”

“Oh, so it’s your personal mission to keep the three of us from having any fun? Or is it just Ashland?”

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