Page 12 of Nodus Tollens
Since I had a no dating rule, romance books were also a no go. Not that there was anything wrong with them, but I didn’t want to chance it. What if I read one and became addicted to the idea of love like Kate? I was already too curious about it, and I only feared that reading one of Kate’s many recommendations would only worsen my interest. Especially with sex. It was already a foreign concept to me, and by no means did I want to immerse myself into that messy act, even if it was just in a book. For now, I’ll gladly stick with my vibrator that I’m not even sure I’m using correctly. Not that I’m using it incorrectly, but more so, it’s not performing to its full potential. If that’s even possible? It’s just every time, it feels as though I’m missing something. Like, it could be better, and I’m only given a half-assed orgasm. Can you have a half-assed orgasm? I don’t even know. I’m spiraling. Horribly. And Kate soon realizes it, too, as her chocolate brows come together.
“Oh no, what are you thinking about?” She questioned, causing my face to heat.
“Nothing.” I lied while avoiding eye contact and peered down into the wet, muddy surface below me.
“That was not nothing. If I had to guess, you found yourself a hot hockey hunk up on that stage and were imagining all the dirty, filthy things he could do with his stick.”
I knew she was grinning even before my eyes shot up to hers in shock. I swear she had the dirtiest mind and could beat any man out there. “His stick?”
Her mouth twitched instantly. “Yea, you know, his big, long stick.” She shifted her hands and pretended to be holding an invisible hockey stick before swinging it like she was hitting a puck.
“Have I ever told you that you have the mind of a horny teenage boy?” I teased, causing her head to fall back on a rich burst of laughter. Brown spirals then went everywhere, cascading down her back and flowing at the sides from the gusty winds.
“I have the mind of a deprived woman who’s been fantasizing about the same dick for over a month now. I can’t help it.”
“Hmm, if only there was something out there that could help relieve those thoughts. Oh wait, there is, and its currently stuffed away in drawer beside your bed.” I rolled my eyes and found myself watching the stage once again. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said through the microphone anymore. Instead, my eyes lazily took in each player.
“Trust me, I’ve tried. A vibrator can’t cure me. I need cock, Wren. Specifically, his.”
My god, what happened to my best friend? With Hendricks on the brain, she’s gone certifiably insane. At first, it was kind of cute, but now it’s gotten to the point where he’s all she talks about. I want her to be happy, I really do, and despite how annoying she may be sometimes, she’s one of the best people I know. That’s why I’m seriously considering the idea of going up to Hendricks and begging him to please, for the love of god, talk to my curly headed, voluptuous best friend who’s been drooling over him for over a month.
That’d surely entice him, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with a curvy beauty who needed a good dicking down more than she needed her next breath? No man could deny that. Maybe then she’d finally chill out. “Then what are you waiting for?” I questioned while shoving my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, desperately seeking out warmth for my fingers.
From day one, she could have had this guy wrapped around her finger. She could be standing near the stage, wearing his number on her back, not as a fan but as his girlfriend. But instead, she’s hiding out on the outskirts of the crowd with me. Where we appeared almost invisible, non-existent, and definitely not in Hendrick’s line of vision, where she could capture his eyes.
Was it my fault she didn’t have the courage to talk to him? Was my low self-esteem and fear rubbing off on her? I surely hoped not. She had no reason to feel that way. Not when she was everything I wish I could be. Looks, personality, and confidence wise. I admired her ability to find the beauty in pain and even the humor in life, when all I knew was uncertainty. For all the times she’s lifted me up, she deserved the same treatment. Even if I couldn’t find the right words to say or if they came out wrong, I wanted her to know I cared.
“I don’t know.” Her voice lowered as her previous mentality shifted into something now restrained. Even her shoulders dropped as if all her doubts were weighing her down. “I just… I sike myself out whenever I even get close to the idea of going up to him. I think about being rejected and how devastated I would be. I honestly don’t think I’d leave our room for a month if he turned me down.” She admitted on a sad chuckle. “You know I’m not good with rejection, Wren. I’ll end up never talking to another guy ever again and living alone for the rest of my life, with twelve cats I consider my children.”
“You’ve been rejected how many times? I think once since I’ve known you? I told you he wasn’t good enough for you anyway. And oh, by the way, you’re lucky he rejected you.” I fully turned on my heel to where I was now facing her side profile. “You could be in Amanda Jenkins shoes, knocked up in college, and have a baby daddy whose currently already a baby daddy to another chick.”
Her eyes popped open wide, and her mouth dropped in utter shock. “Holy shit, Kyle has a kid?”
“Well, technically, now he has two, but yes. While you were with him, he failed to mention that he had a kid with a woman twice his age.”
With her mouth still gaped open, she peered off into the distance as if taking in what I said, then brought her stare back onto mine. “That little shit. But you know what, I’m honestly not all that surprised. Whenever we were, you know…” She forms a circle with her finger, then proceeds to shove another through that hole.
Jesus, I suspected Kate was a teenage boy trapped in a woman’s body, and I think I’ve just confirmed it.
“He’d go on and on about how badly he wanted to fill me to the brim with his…sperm and how sexy it would be to see my belly round with his baby.”
What the fuck…
“Yeah…” She dragged out like she suddenly realized just how crazy he actually was. “He must have a pregnancy fetish.”
“The next Nick Cannon.” I chuckled, and Kate exploded in laughter. I wasn’t exactly known to be a comedian, but I had my moments. Our giggling soon settled down, and we found ourselves watching the stage again. It was hard to make out who had the microphone. They all blended in together, and each one was moving about the stage, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint who was currently talking. I couldn’t even make out what was being said from the magnitude of sound coming from the crowd. Every word sounded muffled, but no one seemed to care. Even if the players never uttered a single word and just made hand motions and grinned, the crowd would still go fucking nuts. That’s how deep their admiration runs for the Vipers. They lived and breathed for the sport just as much as the players did.
“Heads up!” A very faint voice in the distance grazed my ear, but it was too late to react when I felt the pointy end of a football hit me right in the side of the head. The pain struck me instantly, but I was too preoccupied with keeping my feet steady to focus on it. My arms instinctively reached out, searching for anything to grab onto but, unfortunately, the wet mixture of grass and mud made it nearly impossible. I was going down. Hard. So, I braced for impact, and onto my ass I went. Landing hard on my tailbone, I yelped out like a wounded kitten. There must have been a delay in my brain because embarrassment hadn’t hit me yet. Instead, the shock of what just happened held my attention as well as the sludgy mess of mud that I was presently sitting in. I wasn’t surprised that, out of everyone here, I was the one blasted with a football. Of course, it couldn’t have been the half-dressed sigma fi fan to be hit. She had the confidence of a lion and could brush it off like nothing ever happened, but for me it was another story.
“Holy shit, Wren. Are you okay?” Kate kneeled beside me and frantically searched me with her eyes for any injuries.
No, I wasn’t fine. Far from it, actually. But I could feel the heavy stares of people around us, and I knew I couldn’t let myself break into tears.
“I’m okay.” I nodded and drug my stare down to my legs, where I could feel the mud seep into my jeans.
“You were hit hard as hell, Wren…” She huffed out and tentatively reached her fingers out to cup my jaw and turn my head. With the side I was struck on now being examined, she lightly grazed her hand over a swelling bump that caused me to hiss. Growling under her breath, she quickly rose to her feet and, with mad eyes, searched for who hit me.
“Who the fuck threw the football!?” Kate shouted before crouching down, grabbing the ball and holding it up in the air. A full minute passed, and no one stepped forward, only causing Kate to grow more furious. “Oh, okay? So, the ball just threw itself, then?” Her voice rose, causing more people to look our way in confusion.
