Page 9 of On Thin Ice

What the fuck?

“You don’t date Sean. I don’t want to go out with you to then have sex with you at the end of the night and have you pretend like I don’t exist the next day.” I huff, feeling irritated again and folding my arms across my body, pushing my chest up. His eyes immediately fall to my tits, but I pretend not to notice, I’ve gotten used to him looking at me like I'm a snack.

“I just asked you out on a date, I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want to, trust me.”

“That’s the thing though,” I sigh, “I don’t trust you, I don’t trust anyone.” He lays his hand gently on my thigh and I stiffen under his touch again. “You can trust me Callie, I swear. I know I like to fuck around but I'm not a tin man, I have a heart in here.” He pounds a fist against his chest and smiles softly. “I can be good, I promise.”

I swat his hand off my thigh and stand up in a panic. “Woah, I don’t need to see that side of you. Please don’t show me that side of you.” “Why?” He chuckles, his dark curls brushing against his forehead. “I’m not all mouth you know.” He pats his solid chest again.

“Yeah well I don’t need to know about it, just makes resisting you even harder.”

He stands up from the bed and moves towards me. “Stop resisting me then.”

“I can’t.” I mutter, a warmth flooding my chest when he brushes his fingertips along my forearms, watching as the goosebumps follow his touch.

I whip away from him after a lingering moment of contact between us and I can tell from the sparkle in his caramel eyes that he wants to grab me, pull me back to him and smash our lips together. I want that too, but I don’t want to want it.

“I just have too much going on right now Sean. I’m buried deep in coursework that is way past it’s deadline, I have competitions coming up and a coach that constantly yells at me when I’m trying my best. I can’t add a guy into the mix right now, especially one that will most definitely be done with me after a quick fuck.”

He ignores my last comment and goes back to the yelling, like it’s bothering him. “Ellen yells at you all the time?” He says, keeping the distance that I created between us.

I nod sadly. “Yeah, and as much as I hate to admit it, it really bothers me. I’m kind of sad really, I pretty much live for people’s praise at this point.” “That’s good to know.” He muses and I look up at him, my eyes full of suspicion.

“Why?” I fist my hip and lean against the doorframe.

He grins. “I’ll remember to tell you what a good girl you are when I’m fucking your sassy little mouth.”

Oh. My. God.

I gulp loudly, then try to hide it. I feel my eyes brighten at the thought of Sean doing anything to me than involves us being naked. But, before I let my vagina take over, I force my spine to straighten and flounce out of the room.

“Fuck off Sean!” I yell over my shoulder and the satisfied smile that covers my face makes me want to kill myself. Why is it so easy for him to make me squirm? I kind of love it.

I can’t hold it in any longer and the moment I get home I’m word vomiting all over my best friend, telling her everything I’ve been trying to hide for the last few days.

“Oh my fucking god, Sean Taylor wants you? What are you doing here? You should be in his bed, letting him make you feel fucking incredible!” She squeals, jumping all over the dorm with childish excitement. I wish I could share it with her, but as much as Sean fucking me senseless excites me, I can’t let him. I don’t want to deal with the consequences after, him avoiding me and watching the other girls who will be draped all over him. I would want to rip my eyeballs out. This is the exact reason that I keep my walls firmly up, especially with people like Sean and I can feel him climbing them, peering over and trying to figure out a way in. I’m terrified that if he does, I won’t be able to get him back out again. “I can’t Mol, you know I don’t do that, that’s your thing not mine.” I groan, falling back onto the sofa and letting Molly yank my heels off my sore feet.

Molly is a hook up kind of girl, she usually sticks to one guy at a time, having casual sex with them for a few months before moving onto the next one. But relationships? They’re a no go for her, we’re pretty much total opposites when it comes to dating.

She laughs. “Then let me fuck him if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to, I just know that he’ll want nothing to do with me afterwards and I can’t deal with that. I’ve tried it before and I know it fucking hurts.” Molly pulls me lazily to my feet and hugs me tight. “You said he asked you on a date though, maybe he wants more than just sex.”

“I just don’t trust him Mol, I can’t trust him not to hurt me.” I sigh, running my fingers though her blonde tresses as she squeezes me tighter. “I know you felt fucked over by Joel, I know it hurt, what he did but it doesn’t mean every guy is the same Cal, you have to let someone in at some point.” She kisses my forehead.

“Not yet, I'm not ready.” I mutter, padding barefoot towards my bedroom. When I get there I plug my phone into the charger and a message pings through on my lock screen.

Sean Taylor:

‘I meant what I said tonight Cal, give me a chance to earn your trust. I promise I won’t hurt you.’

Chapter 9

Sean

I’ve tried to get Callie’s attention all week since the party, but she’s clearly doing everything she can to avoid me. She didn’t reply to my message the night of the party and everyday when my teammates and I come into the gym to do weights she scuttles out, keeping her head down and eyes away from me. I know she scared to get into anything with me and how can I blame her? I know I have a bad reputation and it’s my own fault for fucking around with so many girls I’ve lost count. But I don’t know how else to make her see that I actually like her and I don’t think this is just about the chase anymore like it was when I met her.

Everyday I’ve left little notes in her locker, telling her how badly I want her, begging her to give me a chance and telling her how god damn beautiful she is. I know she’s been reading them, because every time I go to put a new note in her locker the one from the previous day is gone. She’s done well to avoid me all week, but by the time Thursday rolls around I'm done with her little game of hide and seek. Anais told me yesterday that Callie stays late on a Thursday evening to practice her routines when the gym is empty, we don’t have weight training today so she won’t be on alert, expecting me to come in and performing her usual disappearing act.

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