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“I’ll just be a second,” I call back.
Mayson holds out the familiar jersey and I smirk, but even when I reach her I don’t move to take it.
“Give me back my shit,” she demands.
“I don’t have it on me, feel free to try again later. And maybe try asking a bit nicer. I like the sweet ones.”
“Eat a dick, Colin.”
“I’d rather eat something else.” My eyes trail down her body and my jaw clenches at the thought that my teammates are probably watching and seeing her perky little tits on display. “Cover up. You have a jersey, wear it.”
“It’s yours.”
“Exactly. Put it on.”
“No.”
“Mayson, put the fucking jersey on or I won’t give you anything back.”
“So if I do then you’ll return my clothes?” Her tone is hopeful.
I clench my jaw. “Try it and find out.”
She hesitates and I see the way she battles with herself before reluctantly slipping the fabric over her head. “Happy?”
My tongue runs over my teeth before I let the smile take over. “Extremely.”
Especially when she walks away and I’m able to see my name plastered across her back. I can’t help but watch her ass move as she leaves to go to her own practice.
“Masters, if you don’t get your ass back here I’m benching you.”
Without saying anything, I jog back onto the field. If I were to open my mouth again I’m sure Doc would ream me even harder for what I say than she was already wanting to do. She’s five-foot-two of intimidation. Except to me. I respect her as a coach, but she doesn’t scare me like she does other guys on the team. They’re either scared of her, or attracted to her. Or both. I’m neither.
“You’re walking a fine line,” Walker Bradford mumbles.
“Don’t remember asking you,” I retort.
Almost all of us are participating in the Rites, we all know how it goes. Some girls are feistier than others. I don’t think any of us thought Mayson would go down easily, I like seeing her pissed off. I just don’t like that my team also gets to see it.
Back when she was in high school, I remember threatening the entire boy’s soccer team her senior year. If any of them thought they were going to have a chance with her just because I was at Northgate, they were going to learn just how wrong they were.
One tried. Fucking Jack Brolin. I went home unannounced like I did a lot that year and he was over for dinner. I glared at him the whole time, and finally got him outside where I made it very clear he wasn’t welcome back in.
I waited until later that night to kick his ass, but I don’t think Mayson knows about that.
If she does, she hasn’t said anything to me about it. Which is not really usual for her, so I feel like she doesn’t know.
After practice is over I skip on the shower because I plan to take one at home. With the door open, just in case my roommate wants to take a peek. Or join me. Maybe I would let her just so I can put her in her place for the stunt she pulled today. And the other day. And anything else I’m sure she’s planning.
I get home before her which I expected, so I take my time starting up the shower, getting undressed and into the hot water. I try to listen for the door as I lather the body wash on myself though it’s not sudsing like it should. That’s when I notice the smell is also different; I pause and then my skin starts to burn.
What the fuck?
I rinse off quickly, and when my skin is cleared, I notice it took the layer of hair off with it. I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist and storm over to the other bathroom. Without a care, I start ripping everything apart, searching for something—anything—and in the bottom drawer I find it. The bottle of hair remover. I open it to smell and confirm it, as soon as the cap is flipped the pungent smell hits me and I just shake my head.
It’s a cute prank, a nice try. My intention is to destroy her. To break her down and then build her back up as only mine and this was nothing. Though it feels weird to have smooth skin, especially when I pull my clothes on.
I shake the feeling away and grab a beer from the fridge, sitting on the couch just waiting for her. The second the door handle turns, I don’t even look, just bring the bottle to my lips, taking a sip and biding my time.
