Page 2 of Craved By Lust

“Hey Jess, are you doing something later on?” Tek jogs up next to me, and I nod my head, holding back a smile as I think about tonight.

“Yeah, I have plans with Matt. Why?” I jog, trying not to breathe in through my mouth so my throat won’t hurt.

“Because some of the guys and I were heading over to this club. I heard they have some fye ass wings and they soda water ain’t nasty like that shit they serve in the cafe, you down?” he asks, and I’m never going to turn down wings and soda. Ever since I got to Boston, I’ve been complaining about how much I miss good soda that doesn’t taste watered down, and food that don’t taste white…

“Hmm,” raise a brow, frowning. “It sounds fun, but no,” I tell him, but that only makes him groan.

“Ughhh, c’mon, Jessss, damn. You always say no,” he mutters and I chuckle.

“Because I always don’t wanna go,” I throw back.

“But you need to get out a little more. Aren’t you sick and tired of being called Arctic Beauty?” he shoots my ways and I snort.

“Nope,” I shake my head. “Not at all,” I roll my eyes. They can say whatever the fuck they want to about me, it’s not like it’s going to change how I move.

“Damn, that’s cold,” he sighs. “Seriously Jess, all you do is go to class, watch anime, an—” I hold up my hand, stopping him. I’m dead ass tired of hearing about what I choose to do with my time. “Okay, I’ll stop complaining, but only if you give me some time tomorrow?” I think about declining, but Tek is one of the few people on this campus that I fuck with on a level beyond “hi and bye,” and he’s always looking out for me when it comes to Duval and his minions.

“Fine, but whatever we do, I won’t stay long,” I warn him and he perks up.

“Fuck yeah!” He makes a fist, punching the air as if he’s won so damn prize. “Then it’s a date,” he smiles handsomely and I hear laughing behind us again. This time, I don’t even fuckingbother looking back because I know they’re talking shit. Their hazing has gone on since I got on the team, and while that shit used to bother me, now I don’t care. They’re only trying to make me sweat, but I got my foot on the gas and on they necks, so of course they would be acting out.

Instead of entertaining their incel behavior, I pick up my pace and run the play in my head, trying to figure out what I could have done better while also thinking about this damn paper I have to write for Kinesiology class after I come back from Matt’s place.

By the time I’m done with my laps, I’m sweating to fucking much it looks like I’ve run in the rain.Fuck this is uncomfortable.I grimace, going over to the coach, gritting my teeth as the wind hits my soaked uniform, making my shiver.

Hell, I’m so cold I can barely focus when Coach yells at me Tek, and Duval for a whole other hour after our laps. I just take my happy ass over to my locker so I can quickly shower and change.

“Yo, Jessica,” I hear behind me as I head to the shower and stop in my tracks to see Duval standing there, decked out in Gucci from head to toe.

“What the fuck you want, Duval? Shouldn’t you be gone?” I curl my lip.

“What are you talking about? I was waiting on you,” he laughs, stepping closer and looking me up and down. Even with my dirty football gear on, I feel my skin crawl.

“You don’t have to wait on me for shit,” I grunt as I grip my helmet, and he licks his lips.

“Come on. Stop tripping, and let me take you out tonight.” He tries to take my hand, but I snatch it away from him, seeing anger flare in his eyes. “Oh, what, you’ll go out with Tek and them other broke fuckers, but you too good to slang some pussy my way?” he curls his lip, and I open my mouth to tell him off but close my eyes tired of him.This shit again?

“Kiss my ass, Duval,” I spin on my cleat and walk away from him.

“Gladly!” I hear him laugh behind me, making me think twice about going into the men’s locker while he’s there, so I sit down and wait for him to grow bored. He glares at me and finally stomps off, but I wait another twenty minutes before I enter the locker room, wishing they had a girls’ locker room here.

I always have to wait until the guys are done showering or go where the cheerleaders practice, and that’s so fucking far away that I might as well go home. It’s tedious as hell having to wait, but it’s better than the former.

After making sure the place is completely empty, I quickly turn on the water, not even bothering to wait until it turns hot. I just jump in the ice-cold water, wince as it hits my sore and bruised muscles, and quickly wash off the sweat and blood from today’s practice, unable to relax knowing that Duval ass waited around for me.

When the shower finally starts to warm up and caresses my body, I shudder from how good it feels, sighing, wishing I could stay here and let the bomb-ass water pressure beat down my aching body, but I can’t.

I know Tek and the guys are waiting on me, and I need to hurry home since on top of the plans with Matt, I have a paper in Kinesiology due tonight, and I’m only halfway done. Regrettably, I shut off the water and grab my towel, wrap it around my torso, and quickly change into my camouflage jeans and hunter-green shirt with a black belt. I take out my shoes and socks and sit on the bench, wrapping my long braid up in a ponytail, pausing when I hear my phone vibrate in my locker loud as hell.

When I swipe up I see that it’s the girls from my Anime Club shooting a bunch of messages back and forth about some Hentai they’re watching, I ignore it and go straight to my man’s message.

Matt : You’re still coming tonight, right?”

Jess: Of course.

Matt : Good. I can’t wait to see you.

I bite my lip, a bit nervous excited with one shoe on and leap, throwing my head back, giggling.Tonight is the night!

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