I sat at the scorekeeper's table reading my Sociology book. I was trying to ignore the glances that I was getting from the guys crowded around Gary. Finally Gary walked over to the table, dribbling a ball.
"So Q," he started. I looked up at him expectantly. "Do you remember what happened last night?" I nodded.
"I don't drink so I always remember," I answered, "But I mean I'm not going to tell anybody that you jerked off in Beta's bathroom,"
"Oh wait, so I really did do it?" His jaw dropped, "I was hoping I was dreaming at that point," the buzzer sounded signaling the beginning of practice.
Practice was the first awkward practice ever. Every time someone missed or messed up coach would glance towards the table. A few times I caught coach and the assistant whispering together throwing glances at the players on the floor and at me. I felt like a school girl around prom time. Finally Tony, the leader of the team in so many ways, brought it up.
"So, what have you decided?" He had come up behind me while I was storing the balls in the equipment closet.
"If I'm going to do this I need your complete cooperation," I said turning around after locking the room.
"Really? Your'e going to do it?" His eyebrows went up.
"When I say complete I mean if I say jump, you don't ask how high, you just jump,"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, but that means you're going to do it right?" Tony clapped me on the back, "Good going Q!! What do we need to do first?"
"Practice," I walked away from him.
Now I've never been a sports guy. Unless you counted cheerleading competitions as sports, I never watched sports television. In high school I played all of the secondary sports, none of the mainstream. I've never had dreams and aspirations of doing anything with sports.
But during my senior year of high school I had a sudden rush of school spirit. I wanted my team to make it to state, I wanted the guys to bring us back rings. Whereas I didn't have the perfect play, nor the secret protein, I did have one thing. I had popularity.
I don't say this to brag, it's just true. I'm a socializer/social climber by nature. Being able to pack out frat houses within an hour's notice is only one accomplishment of mine. High school was no different, so when I wanted to help my team the only thing, I knew to do was to boost their egos by having everyone who was anyone out at the games.
The games got so crazy with the face painting and tailgating and parties that followed that the local news got ahold of it. Besides the alcohol content at the tailgating one could easily confuse the parking lot with a small college. And I won't take all the glory, but 10 of my fellow senior graduates crossed the stage with state rings.
When I got to campus in August, I didn't know anyone. It took about a month before I had finally adjusted and integrated myself into the social climate. This entire time the football team that I was cheering for was losing. They continued this losing streak and finally, like Tony said, I got pissed off. We were out at TEX when someone had started laughing at Cody, who had made a ridiculous fumble at the game. I said only one line before leaving the party,
"They will not lose next Saturday, why don't you come out and see," and I left. A week later I had sent out text messages, called in favors, and even gone so far as to send out emails. On that Saturday our private college campus began to resemble a state school as grills fired up and paint brushes came out. We cheered on our team to their first victory of the year. The Britts and Scotts stormed the field and the Gatorade container was emptied over the already stunned head coaches' body. It wasn't until the next week that the whispers started about me and what I had said.
Now whether I could turn around and do the same thing for an entire season for a basketball team was an entirely different manner but, I'm always up for a challenge.
"Do you know how much a bus like that would cost for EVERY GAME?" Coach Tim was turning pink.
"We would only need it for the away games," My voice was calm, unfazed.
"Even those, do you understand the cost of our bus alone!?" I smoothed my shirt and stared into Coach Frank's cool demeanor, ignoring Coach Tim's question.
"You really think that this will do it?" Coach Frank finally spoke up.
"If you look at the games in the past that the players on this team have won, or done well, the games were those where they had support. I was brought on this team to help, and this is only a suggestion,"
"Do you understand that we're paying you out of our budget, so we're already using more money than usual?"
"How do you suppose we work this?"
"I've already spoken with the Britts and Scotts, the money they get from their alumni will cover a bus for them. They would more than likely be... engaging in activities not acceptable for a university vehicle," I paused as we shared a smile, "But as for the second bus, whereas this is not ideal, it is possible. If the team rode with the girls, we would be renting the same number of busses but traveling twice the amount of people. There are enough seats,"
"WHAT?!? No, having to synchronize schedules with Tony is-"
"You know we couldn't take them to games that are too far," I nodded slowly,
"I've been in contact with a few people about arrangements for that," there was complete silence as everyone digested the pieces I'd presented.
"You're not actually considering this are you Frank?" Coach Tony asked.
I pushed open the door finally leaving the Athletic Center. I could see Pierce's car idling by the sidewalk. I walked over to it,
"How long have you been sitting here?" I asked bending down to the window.
"I just got done working out, so I just go here," my face went slack at the lie. He was wearing a dress shirt, bow tie, and a sweater vest. After a seconds thought I opened the door and dropped into the bucket seat. He pulled away from the sidewalk and began to relax.
"So what were you doing in there so late?" He asked, casting a glance at me.
"Talking to coach about some changes," I muttered. I felt his hand slide behind my neck and he pulled me over to his side of the car,
"You tired baby?" My body tensed at the word. Pulling away I asked,
"Where is Maggie?" I attempted to give him a constant reminder, one because he seemed to be getting really attached and two because I really and truly believed he sometimes forgot that he was in a relationship with someone else, a girl no less.
"Somewhere studying more than likely, why?" He brought both hands back to the wheel. I glanced out the window,
"Pierce, where are we going?" we'd turned onto one of the small dark roads on campus, and I didn't really recognize where we were, I was aware that back up in this direction there were houses though.
"Remember I told you that my uncle had bought a house up here?" we turned again and I could see in the head lights that we were in a driveway. Then the small house was lit up before us. I froze looking at the house. I wasn't sure what he meant by the gesture, and I wasn't sure I was supposed to do... I couldn't form thoughts.
"Q," Pierce was now at my door. He'd already opened it and was holding his hand out to me.
"Pierce, what exactly are we doing here?"
"I figured this would probably be like your last weekend that would be completely free, and I was thinking we could forego the frat scene for a private rendezvous," He flashed me that smile of his. He looked so much like a five year searching for approval. The misplaced maternal instinct inside me turned my entire to goo. Taking his hand, we started walking towards the door. He stepped forward and unlocked the door before turning back to me,
"One question Pierce, have you brought Maggie here?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me close, so that we were nose to nose. He slowly shook his head,
"And why not?" I felt my arm go up and around his shoulders, and then he dropped from my eye line. Then I felt myself in the air, "PIERCE!" I shrieked.
"I always walk the person I want to be my bride over the threshold first," he said smiling. I was a bit surprised that he seemed to be holding me with little effort. He maneuvered us through the door and kicked it closed, before dipping his head and saying "Plus she never could make me feel the way you make me do,"
I looked into Pierce's eyes after he said that and he looked right back into mine. There was that moment, you know the one. The moment where your eyes meet and all of a sudden you have to be joined with the person immediately. The type of look that, you just unzip your pants and I'll pull down mine, just so you can be inside me this INSTANT. Maybe we're the only ones who do it but, I doubt it. Anyways, we had that moment, and Pierce sank to the ground, right in the foyer. He laid me gently on my back, his lips meeting mine. I could feel his hands maneuvering, and so I knew he was at his zipper and belt buckle.
My hands dropped to my pants which I loosened enough for them to be pulled off. Pierce tugged them down, and tried to get them off, but my shoes presented a problem. His hands attacked my shoes,
"Leave them," I said, my eyes locked on his cock. "I must feel you inside of me, NOW!" I begged.
"But I want to see your face," He complained,
"Hold my legs to the side, I don't know but I feel empty right now," I could see him swell with pride. I felt him line himself up before taking me, on the foyer floor of his uncle's home, me dressed in a button up baby blue shirt, my jeans around my ankles that he was hold up and to the side, himself dressed in a sweater vest, bow tie, button up, and chinos around his thighs.
That amazing weekend was followed by three consecutive losses. The crowd wasn't coming out, and even though these weren't conference games, coach and the team were beginning to doubt me. I could see it in their eyes. Hell, I was beginning to doubt myself. So after the third loss I decided I was going out. Fuck what everyone else was doing, I wasn't going to mope because of the loss.
That night found me dancing in the middle of TEX. My eyes were closed, my hands were up I was swaying to the music in my polo and jeans. I'd lost myself to the music and only was brought back to reality when someone bumped into me. I opened my eyes, and smiled as my brain searched for a name,
"Kelly!! Sorry I bumped into you," I shrieked, we hugged and parted. My eyes were about to close again when I noticed Carrie frowning at her phone. She cast a glance at me,
"What's up?" I yelled over the music. She stepped closer,
"Maggie's looking for you?" One of my eyebrows rose,
"Why?" She shrugged, and I let my eyes filter over the room. That's when I saw Maggie heading in my direction. In my euphoric state, I smiled, waved and headed her way. We met right in front of the staircase to head to the second floor,
"Maggie, hey I-" there was a flash of pain at my face before I realized what had happened.
"You bitch!" she snarled. My reaction was instant. I grabbed her and and drug her into the stairwell.
"Get the fuck off of me, he told me about you!" She snatched her arm, but my hand went with it, my iron grip not loosening. I finally let her go. "You're nothing but a slut, his fucking WHORE! He'll never take you anywhere, you'll be his plaything for the dark corners for a few weeks, maybe a few months, and then he'll toss you to the side like the cum rag you are, faggot!"Her words weren't loud, but she was practically spitting at me. Spinning on her heel she stalked out of TEX. I turned, stunned to find all seven of my girls standing there.
"What just happened?"
"What was that about?"
"Q are you alright?"
"Find Pierce," I said in a low tone.
"What?"
"Find Pierce," I said it louder. They all stood there looking dumbfounded, "NOW!" Carrie and Alexa immediately pulled out their phones.
I pushed past Drake and Dean. The red head spun around and upon seeing me, a smile spread across his face. It took only two more steps before I buried my fist in his stomach.
"Woah" I heard someone say as he keeled over. I heard one of the girls shriek. Then I felt the arms around me, and someone was between us, I could hear words but couldn't understand them.
"Why the FUCK DID YOU TELL HER?" I screamed at him. He was on his knees, taking deep breaths, his hands on the ground.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! YOU DISGUST ME!" I spat at the ground in front of me, pushing the guys off.
"I don't EVER want to see your face again," I said. A hand grabbed my bicep but I pulled away, turning around and heading for the exit. I snatched up a beer on the way out, chugged it, and threw it to the floor.
The experience was weird. I rarely drink, and when I do it's one or two sips. But after that I wanted to drown myself in the alcohol. Every can I could get my hand onto was downed. Then when I got to my room, I went into my room mate's stash and his new handle was my project. 1/4 of the way through it I felt like I was watching myself.
3/4 of the way through it there was a knock on the door before it opened. I didn't even look up as Alexa entered, followed by the other six girls. They immediately among gasps, rushed to me. That's when it began. That's when that GOD AWFUL SPEECH began.
It started about me not needing their help, and then went into how I'm independent but how everyone is dependent on me. I yelled, screamed, and ranted about the pressures I felt from the basketball team, and then started to cry when I started to talk about Pierce and Maggie. I talked non stop for an entire hour, cradling my handle, every few minutes taking a swig. After I slapped at Dani for trying to take the handle no one else reached for it.
Finally the me that was watching noticed Alexa texting. The drunk me did as well.
"Who are you texting?" She froze. "If ANYONE finds out about this, you'll regret it," the room got really still.
"Don't you think we should call someone like EMS for you," Carrie said finally. My eyes zeroed in on her. I slowly, and unsteadily stood to my feet. When there I fixed both of them with a collective look.
"If I EVER hear about this night again, I'll have you blackballed from every sorority on this campus," my voice was as steady and determined as it had been all night. The sober me wasn't quite sure that I held the power to back the claim up, but the look in Alexa and Carrie's eyes told me that they at least believed I could. After a moment my stare encompassed all six of them.
"That goes for everyone. If I ever hear about this night again, I will make it my life's ambition to make you a fucking laughingstock," Another tense moment paused.
"Now get the fuck out of my room."