Page 61 of Cheater and the Saint
Just because I hadn’t been with anyone else didn’t mean anything. I hadn’t been in the mood for it. I was sure if the opportunity presented itself when I was out and horny, I’d probably give in.
Saint had given me permission to. He wouldn’t have made the condition if he truly hated the idea. Right?
“Ah!” a girl screamed, running out in front of me on the sidewalk. She was wearing an orange headband around her left arm and holding a bright yellow plastic gun. Her red hair was in a high ponytail, and she had a line of black paint under each eye.
A guy came running out at her, wearing an orange headband around his head, and reaching out to touch her.
“Die, zombie!” she screamed before shooting a foam dart at him.
The dart bounced off his chest and he growled, “Shit!”
The girl laughed. “Enjoy your fifteen minutes of no game play, sucker.”
“You fucking suck, Callie,” he said, but he was laughing. “I’ll get you next time.”
They were playingHumans vs. Zombies, which was a game of tag played on college campuses all over the world.
The human players wore a headband around a leg or an arm, and the zombies wore it around their head to distinguish them. Humans had a fake gun that shot foam darts, socks, or marshmallows, and if they shot a zombie with it, the zombie would then be stunned for fifteen minutes, not able to attack any other players. If a zombie didn’t feed on one of the humans—by tagging them—every forty-eight hours, they starved to death and were out of the game. If a human was tagged, they then took the headband and moved it to their head.
I’d thought of playing it that year, but decided against it because I already had enough distractions. But damn, it was entertaining to watch.
I grinned and kept walking. The girl kept pace beside me, her gaze darting amongst our surroundings.
“Nice to see you survived the attack,” I said, looking over at her.
Her brown eyes beamed with exhilaration. “Thanks. He’s been trying to tag me for days. He got my friend this morning, but he won’t get me.”
“You’ll be the last one standing,” I said, only flirting a little. She was super cute and had a badass vibe to her. “I’m Leo, by the way.”
“Callie,” she said, smiling. “You going to the Halloween party tomorrow night?”
One of the fraternities—fampa lampa whatever-the-fuck—was throwing the party. Halloween wasn’t until the following Wednesday, but since it fell during the school week, they wanted to have the party the weekend before. It was supposed to be huge, with lots of booze and a crap load of people. My kind of scene for sure.
“Maybe,” I answered, knowing damn well I’d be there but trying to play it cool. I’d ask Saint if he wanted to go, too. “You?”
“Yeah,” Callie said. Her stance shifted a bit, and she turned her body toward me. Even with her hair thrown on top of her head in a messy bun, and with black paint on her face, she was hot. She seemed to know it, too, as she smirked and ran a hand down my arm. “It’s a costume party. So if youdogo, look for the girl in the Poison Ivy costume.”
Damn. A girl after my own heart.
“Maybe I should come as Batman,” I suggested before flashing a flirty smile. I’d been told my charm worked on everyone, and I was laying it on thick with her.
As if to prove to myself I could.
“I’m more of a Joker girl,” Callie said, stepping closer.
Just then, a roar sounded to our left, and a girl with a headband around her head came jumping from the bushes, hands outstretched. Callie shrieked and shot a dart, but it buzzed over the blonde’s head. I laughed as the blonde lunged again, and Callie dodged the tag by rolling on the ground and jumping back up.
She aimed her yellow gun, but she was out of foam darts. “Crap!” She then took off running in the other direction, with the zombie blonde in pursuit.
As I continued down the sidewalk, I thought of Callie.
She’d definitely seemed interested in me, and the feeling was mutual. Jacob had said I must’ve been exclusive with Saint, because I hadn’t slept around. The feeling of being trapped reared its head again, and it felt like a weight was on my chest.
Iwasn’ta relationship guy. Saint knew it, and I did, too. He’d even set up our arrangement that way, because he knew monogamy wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t mean I didn’t like Saint anymore, because I did. I still wanted him just as much as I used to, and I had no intentions of letting him go.
But as I felt my dick throb at the thought of Callie in her costume, I realized I wouldn’t mind fucking a sexy villain.
