Page 14 of Play With Me
A lot going onmeans that I’ve been having some kind of sexual identity crisis. I haven’t seen Colton all week, not since the locker room, but the way he looked and felt that night haunts my dreams.
I’ve woken up with soiled sheets more often than not, my body flushed and sticky.
I hate that he’s done this to me. A guy who is so fucking cocky, he even measured his dick against mine—and won.
I’ve worked myself into a frenzy over this, concluding that he’s only fucking with me to prove that he can. He can get literally anyone he wants, and this is just further proof. Just like he stole that coin of mine, he’s stolen my sexual identity, too. Just crushed it right in his palm and walked away.
I’m so fucking confused.
Not that I tell Paulie any of it. No, I don’t want anyone to know about this. Except maybe my sister, Maya. We’re the closest, even though she’s four years older than me. I just get her and she gets me. We message each other most days, to talk about anything and everything, but I haven’t messaged her about this.
She knows something’s wrong, though. I don’t know how much longer I can fend her off.
“Well, if you ever need to talk, let me know,” Paulie says.
“Yeah, thanks. I’m good, though. Going home this weekend to see the fam. You wanna come?”
Paulie perks up. Not only is he enticed by my mom’s cooking, but he has a huge crush on my twin sister, Hailey. He hasn’t admitted it, but the way he makes moon eyes at her every time she walks into a room is a clear indication.
Not that she acknowledges him as anything more than a friend.
Poor guy.
“Yeah. I can totally do that. I’ll get a haircut too. You know, just because I need one.”
I nudge him with my elbow as we come to a stop, and I swipe my hand through my sweaty hair as we catch our breath.
“Oh hey,” he says. “I meant to ask, are you still missing your lucky coin?”
“Yeah,” I say, but don’t add that after the night in the locker room, I’m missing my jockstrap now, too.
I know Colton took it, and yet I haven’t gone to his place to confront him. Because what if he actually makes good on his threat to get me on my knees and stick his dick down my throat?
I’d hate that.
And I’m worried I wouldn’t actually hate it.
Nothing about him seems to deter me. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems.
“Shit, that sucks.”
“Yeah, it really does.”
He slaps me on the shoulder and then takes a long sip of water.
“Ready to walk back?” Paulie asks. “I need to get to class.”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We walk back, the breeze cool, making my skin break out in goosebumps. We talk about our classes, and Paulie informs me of some gossip going around campus. Nothing too wild, just a guy from the football team being put on suspension for drug use, and the swim team captain getting caught with a professor.
Maybe thatiswild.
Maybe I’m downplaying it because if people found out about Colton and me, we’d be the talk of campus.
I don’t like how that makes me feel.
When we arrive back at our apartment, I let Paulie shower first while I check my phone. I left it at home so I wouldn’t get distracted, and when I open it, I see a message from an unknown number.
