Page 20 of Strike & Score
Colin
Having Mayson at my game made me play so much harder. Of course that means nothing for the rest of my team, it annoyed the fuck out of me every time the other team scored, or we’d have a bad pass or anyone made a stupid play.
But it didn’t matter, not when I looked up to see Mayson in the stands, already looking at me. Even though I know she didn’t want to come, she loves the sport. And she likes watching me even though she’ll never admit that. Plus, we won in the end.
When I get back to the locker room after chasing her down, Doc is mid speech, and stops to yell at me. “Masters, the fuck did you go?”
“I’m back,” I answer instead and I know she isn’t happy with my response.
“I see that, but you don’t leave before post game. Keep testing me and I’ll bench your ass.”
I inwardly scoff, knowing she won’t but she can threaten me all she wants. Our coaches won’t punish usby benching us or cutting from the team because they want to win too badly. But they will punish us in other ways, and I know even our captain isn’t immune to it. Especially when it comes to the Rites, so I keep my mouth shut for now, not needing anything to get in the way of the plans I have for Mayson.
I already have her where I want her, and I don’t need anything fucking that up.
When I finally get home,the house is dark, and I’m on edge anticipating some sort of trap Mayson has for me. I wouldn’t put it past her to do something ridiculous like Saran wrap doorways or the toilet. Maybe next time she’ll put bleach in my shampoo.
That’s why I showered before I left this time.
Nothing is out of place as I step inside, and I examine my meal prep before heating it up to eat. I laugh to myself, thinking this might have been her plan all along. To make me paranoid and I won’t let her get to me like that.
But I can do the same thing. I’m sure she’s not sleeping, she’s probably in her room anticipating my next move, but there won’t be one. At least not tonight. She can enjoy her evening, and I’m sure it’ll be anything but peaceful.
I even lay out a couple more articles of clothing for her right outside her door, but still keep her panties. She can enjoy not getting those back while we are under the same roof.
She may think she’s winning the battle, but in the end, we both know it’s going to be me who wins the war.
The next morning, she’s gone when I wake up. I’m angry at first, but then I remember she has a morning class. I think about meeting her outside of it to catch her off guard, but I want to give her a bit of space. I want her to feel comfortable,maybe she’ll come to me. She can plan her own cute little revenge if she wants. I’ll give her that time.
I want to call her out for not thanking me for giving back more of her clothes, but I know that may be too much to ask for. Which is fine, she’ll pay for it later. I’ll just add it to my running list.
I head to my own class and sit through the boring lecture, hardly paying attention instead spending most of the class time scrolling through my phone. After the lecture’s over, I can’t leave quickly enough.
“Colin!” Someone calls my name, and I think about ignoring it, but then I catch sight of a familiar brunette walking in my direction. I don’t believe in any of that divine intervention shit, but right now I send up a silent thank you to the universe for presenting me with a solid opportunity.
I turn to the feminine voice that called my name, paste a flirty smile on my face and acknowledge her. “Hey.”
“You doing anything later?” she asks in a way that feels familiar like I should know who she is. Maybe we’ve hooked up before, or she’s talked to me at a party, but I have no idea who she is and couldn’t even guess her name if I tried.
“Depends,” I tease, leaning against a brick wall while making sure Mayson is still approaching. “What’re you thinking?”
The girl giggles, looking down at her feet like she’s suddenly nervous, but I’m watching Mayson and I see the second she sees me. I lean into this interaction, pretending to be interested.
“I don’t know, maybe I could come over again, and,” she traces her finger along my exposed forearm, “you know.”
So I guess I have hooked up with her before,great.
“Hey.” Mayson is now next to me, and I give her a lazy look. “You left your sweaty jockstrap in the bathroom thismorning, you should really work on cleaning your balls better.”
I smirk. “I love how concerned you are with my balls, babe.”
Mayson turns to the girl who’s clearly sizing Mayson up with a grimace. “You may want to run far, far away from this one.”
“And who are you?” the girl asks.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just trying to look out for you, but if you want a plethora of STDs be my guest.”
I bark out a laugh, addressing Mayson, practically forgetting we have an audience. “Don’t worry about that, babe, I’m always careful.”
