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Studying
Anja
Pretending to study while I stare at this hot daddy at the library *sweating face emoji*
Chelsey
I’m free.
Well, wait, kinda. I may end up asleep in the next ten minutes because my brain hurts.
None of them are being helpful right now. Blake doesn’t even reply and I groan out in frustration. I could go meet Anja at the library, that could be a solid distraction. I’m about to head that way, but my name is called and I know immediately who it is. My whole body freezes; I think about running away, but I know he’ll catch me easily.
My body of course is betraying me again because the thought of running and having him catch me makes my legs itch with the desire to do just that. Colin calls my name again,and I turn around slowly, seeing he’s still in his uniform with sweat slicked hair and wondering how he got away from his coach’s post game.
Then I remember he’s Colin and doesn’t care about the consequences of anything from anyone.
“Where are you going?” he demands and I fold my arms across my chest.
“Why does it matter?”
“You’re supposed to wait for me.”
“That was not a part of your super unclear instructions,your majesty.”
He smirks. “Nah, I’m not your king, but you can call me sir if you need. Or maybe daddy.”
I grimace. “Ew. Neither of those are happening.”
“We’ll see about that. Go home and wait for me.”
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
“I don’t? You came to my game,” he challenges.
“Because I want my clothes back.”
“And you think you’ll get them now?”
I groan, throwing my head back. “Colin, what the fuck?”
“Yeah, babe?” He sounds way too smug.
I shake my head, knowing whatever I’m going to say is not going to help me in anyway. Nothing will ever help me with him and I just need to bide my time.
Though, I’m not one to roll over and just take it either so I can try to play nice but I don’t know how long that will realistically last.
“How about you go home and wait for me there. Then we’ll see about you getting some of your clothes back.”
I bite my tongue to stop myself from spewing all the things I want to say to him, and spit out, “Fine.”
I can tell he’s riding the high of not just one victory today but now he thinks he just got another. I’ll let him believe thatfor now. Making him comfortable when I push back again will only be more satisfying.
I think I know exactly how I’m going to do it. As I walk back home I think about my plan, it’ll be when he least expects it which will make it even better.
Let the games begin, “brother.”
Chapter 11
