Page 47 of Puck'n Bully
“Mitchikov,” Logan says in a warning tone. “Leave him alone.”
“Shucks, Captain,” Mitchikov pouts. “Bastian’s being a pussy and you’re just validating that kind of shit behavior. All he needs is some beer in his belly and a hot mouth to suck his cock. There’s nothing a good head won’t cure, if you know what I mean.” He winks, earning a glare from me and a chuckle from Logan.
“Bastian is strong enough to resist the temptations you throw at his face,” Logan says, taking my side. “You haven’t been able to corrupt him in the last three years. I doubt you’ll succeed now.”
Mitchikov shrugs, running his fingers through his dark locks. “I just want to help.”
“I know you mean well,” I say in a quiet voice. “I’m just having trouble with something personal.”
“Is this about a girl?” Mitchikov asks, suddenly looking interested.
Logan stares between us, obviously curious to know the answer.
“No,” I say shortly. “I’ve got to go and work on an assignment. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Digging my hands into my jacket pockets, I turn away and walk out of the stadium.
Mitchikov rightly guessed what my problem was and why I was failing to focus on practicing for the upcoming game against Silverlake U. Liam haunts my every waking hour, refusing to let me concentrate on my training.
I tried telling myself Liam didn’t matter. That I have to move on and let him go. But the longer the silence stretches, the more it gnaws at me.
Darkness has fallen over the campus. The team has been giving their best efforts, practicing late into the evening after their classes. If I can just get my head straight, we can win this game against Silverlake U.
A familiar figure comes into my view just as I’m walking toward the library.
Liam walks out of the building with a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder.
A sliver of relief flows through me when I realize he’s alone.
An overwhelming urge to run to him comes over me. I want to hold his warm body tightly against mine and tell him how much he means to me. I want to lay claim to his soft, pink lips and pour out every emotion filling my chest with desire and longing.
But I can’t.
Liam has shut me out so completely, that I can’t seem to break through his walls.
My emotions are turning into something dark, ugly, and unbearable as I watch him walk away. And before I know it, I’m following him.
Liam remains oblivious to my presence. He continues on his way, head bowed down, oblivious to the world around him.
I don’t even know why I’ve suddenly turned into a creepy stalker.
Maybe I just want to make sure he reaches home safely, I reason with myself.Liam is new in town, after all.
Deep within, though, I know my intentions behind following Liam are darker. Murkier.
I have to see whether Liam is going to an empty apartment. I need to make sure some other guy hasn’t stolen my place and is waiting to kiss him and welcome him home.
Even the thought of it makes my blood run hot with anger and jealousy.
Liam walks briskly, crossing the street and moving toward an old, shabby building. Even though it's located close to the posh university campus, it looks decrepit and shady.
Unaware of the shadow trailing him, Liam walks inside the crumbling building.
Keeping my distance, I watch from behind a parked car on the street.
So far, Liam has been alone. Relief flickers through me but it’s still not enough. I need to make sure no one’s waiting inside his apartment.
I briskly walk forward and push the grimy glass doors of the building. To my surprise, it easily falls open.
