Page 38 of Rookie Mistake

chapter twelve

Davis

“Again”— Noah Cyrus

Ican hardly walk as I make my way back out to the party because she sucked the fucking soul out of me through the head of my cock.

I’m like a newborn goddamn foal pushing through the crowd in search of my teammates.

I didn’t want to leave her after we met in the bedroom, but she said she wanted to touch up her makeup with Harper and Lily, and that’s fair since I smeared that red lipstick all over her when I fucked her face.

Fuck, I almost lost my head tonight when I saw that guy with his hands on her.

Not just because he wastouchingher but because he was touching her without her permission,aftershe told him to get his goddamn hands off her.

Only an asshole touches a woman without her permission, and I wanted to fuck him up I was so pissed off, fuck every single one of the consequences.

My pitching hand being the consequence, and also potentially my place on the team, so part of me was thankful that Zara intervened when she did before I ruined my baseball career over that dickhead.

But I would have. For her.

The house is packed tonight, and it takes forever for me to make it to the kitchen to get a drink because I keep getting stopped by everyone. But my mind’s not really there. Not after what just happened with Zara and everything that’s happened tonight.

I’ve never really been a relationship kind of guy, but I feel like maybe that’s starting to change.

Fuck, I almost killed that asshole tonight, all because he touched her. And not just because he did it without her consent.

Yeah, that alone would have been enough for me to beat the shit out of him, but in that moment, I realized I don’t wantanyonetouching Zara.

The thought of Zara touching anyone else, or anyone touching her, sends jealousy coursing through my veins in a torrential wave.

A feeling I never thought I’d experience because I honestly never thought I’d find anyone who would make me want to have more than one night.

More than friends whooccasionallyhook up.

Until I met Zara.

It’s fucking scary because this was supposed to be no strings attached, a friend-with-benefits kind of thing, but I haven’t even looked at another girl since I met her. I haven’t wanted to.

Clearly, that means something. We’re more than friends who just hook up… I don’t know what it is exactly that I want, but what I do know is that I’m not ready for this to end. I want to be selfish and keep her all to myself for as long as she’ll let me.

“Rookie, what up, my man,” my teammate Theo yells when I walk into the crowded dining room area where the tables have been converted into a heated beer pong tournament.

I walk over to him, taking the blue Solo cup of alcohol he’s handing me before we shake hands. “What’s up?”

He shrugs as I take a sip, swallowing down the burn of vodka. “Same ole, you know. Ready for baseball to start. I think we’ve got a good shot this year against Alabama. I can’t stand those assholes.”

The rivalry that would withstand time, all thanks to Nick Saban.

“Yeah, I think so too,” I respond, dragging my attention over to the beer pong table, where a few of my teammates are playing, along with a few guys from the football and hockey teams. I lift a hand, waving to Bennett Breaux, the hockey team’s enforcer. We’ve crossed paths a few times, and the guy is legit the surliest, grumpiest guy I’ve ever met, but we’re still cordial to each other since we run in the same circles.

“You hear from Grant lately?” Theo asks, referencing my best friend, who recently graduated and is playing for the Sea Dogs.

I nod. “Yeah, we text during the week, and he FaceTimed me the other day.”

The truth is I miss the shit out of him. I miss pissing him off because he’s uptight as fuck, and I miss having him to shoot the shit with about nothing. No one warns you before going to college that you get close to people, and then they abandon you.

Fine, not abandon—graduate, but it’s basically the same thing.

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