Page 1 of The Devastation You Reap
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Macie
"What the—" I start as the guy my roommate was with storms from the room, slamming the door in his wake.
If I had any idea she was in here with a guy I never would have barged in. But I was convinced her screams were in fear not out of pleasure.
"Oh, pfft," Charlie scoffs as she scrambles naked from her bed and grabs her robe to cover up. "Get that judgemental look off your face, Mace."
"This?" I ask, pointing at what I can only assume is my pale face. "This isn't judgment. This is shock," I state, recalling the image I walked in on.
No one ever needs to see their roommate on all fours getting spanked by… by…
"Who even was that?"
"Leon Dunn," she says, like all of this is no big deal.
I know his name, of course I do, but in my quest to stay as far away as possible from the football team, I'd not really studied the faces of our beloved kings.
"I didn't think you were interested in a football player," I say. Up until now, it's one of the things we've bonded over since starting at MKU last year and finding ourselves as roommates.
"I know but he was there and clearly up for it so I thought, why not find out what all the fuss is about. You know?"
No, I don't know. But I don't tell her that.
My need to stay as far away as possible from them means that I've never even considered breaking my one fundamental rule about who I spend time with.
"It wasn't worth it," she says, walking into her adjoining bathroom. "Pretty sure he couldn't even get it up."
My stomach turns over at her words as I vividly remember him not having that issue when he pressed his body against mine and not so subtly suggested I join the party.
My knees give out and I fall down onto Charlie's bed. That is until I glance at the crumpled sheets and I jump up as if it's on fire as I think about what—or what didn't—go down right there only moments ago.
I'm still staring at her bed when Charlie emerges, laughing at me.
"You're such a prude, Mace. You should have taken him up on the offer. It might have helped dirty you up a little."
"I'm not a prude." I cross my arms as I turn to her, immediately irritated by the raised brow she gives me. "What? I'm not."
"Sure, sure. I forgot you kissed someone the summer before senior year."
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I regret ever admitting my lack of experience with boys. It's not entirely my fault. Up until my time at college, I’ve only attended all-girls schools, which means the majority of my time was spent with said girls, and the only boys I've ever really been around were football players who I wouldn't touch with a barge pole.
"I'm waiting for the right guy. There's nothing wrong with that."
"I agree. There's not. But you need to loosen up a little. Kiss a few frogs before you find your prince."
I stare at her as she brushes her hair. She probably still smells like that douchebag and isn’t even bothering to wash him off.
"If the frogs are like him, I'll pass, thanks."
"Your loss. He was kinky as hell."
"Yeah, I heard," I mutter, backing up to the door.
"You know," she mutters, holding my eyes in her mirror. "The quiet ones are always the dirtiest. I bet there's a kinky little freak under those cardigans you wear all the time, Mace."
"Whatever, I'm going back to bed."
