Page 42 of Breaking Rules
Chapter Twelve
TRAIN
Ithrew openthe doors to the locker room. The school day had sucked the big one. I couldn’t wait to get my ass in my uniform and pound some heads at the football game later that night. Right now, I needed to find a bathroom stall and jerk off to release all the pent-up fucking energy I had, especially after reading a sex scene in that book,My Heart to Take. My mom read romance books, and I didn’t want to imagine if those were the kinds of books she read. I didn’t need to have my head buried in a book, either. I should have been trying to score some tits and ass.
I checked the locker room. All was quiet. So I locked myself in a stall and unzipped my jeans, when Austin and Derek’s voices trickled in.
“Yo, Everly,” Austin called out. “Are you in here?”
“I’m beating off. Go away.” My voice bounced off the walls.
“I just read that scene in the book you told me about,” Derek said. “I think I need to do the same.”
I grunted as I sighed. Then I zipped up my jeans and walked out. “Can’t a guy get some relief before a big game?”
Derek wagged the book in front of me. “This shit is good. Montana’s mom can write.”
“Go away and get that fucking book out of my face.” I stormed over to my locker and started undressing. We had four hours before the game, so a run around the track would do me some good.
“Dude, you’re not supposed to beat off before a game,” Austin said at my back. “We want you ready to explode for the game.”
I spun around to find Derek scratching his short brown hair as he read that book. Austin was leaning against a locker with his white-blond eyebrows lifted, almost waiting for me to unleash my anger on him.
I drove my hand through my hair. It wasn’t his fault that I was sexually frustrated and angry. Nina’s return had done a number on me, but the wordplay between Montana and me was hitting my groin and psyche.
“Man, Ms. Stewart knows how to write from a guy’s perspective,” Derek said. “Listen to this.”
I snatched the book from him and threw it in my locker, the sound exploding in the room. “Enough. We need to get ready for the game. The rest of the team will be here soon, and I don’t want everyone walking on the field with a hard-on.”
Derek grabbed his dick. “It’s too late for that.”
I changed into my running gear as Austin settled on the bench next to me. “Give in. Ask her out. Take her to The Music Farm tomorrow night. Skylar Grey is headlining.”
Not happening.“No girls this year. I’m going for a run.” If I couldn’t jerk off, then pounding my feet into the track would release some energy.
Derek untied his shoes. “Take Austin’s advice.”
I readied my headphones. “For the love of our football team, no. She gets under my skin.”
They both chuckled.
Derek waggled his thick, dark eyebrows. “You mean that you want her to be under your skin.”
I wanted a lot of things, but nothing more than to tear into her so she could cool the fire burning inside me. I clenched my jaw as I left them behind.
“Not everyone is like Nina,” Austin shouted.
Nina’s return had fucked with my head. Her cheating on me topped the list of reasons why I was cautious with girls, and for that, I despised my ex. I wanted Montana as badly as I wanted my USC scholarship. I couldn’t shake her long legs, nice tits, and the image of her in a bikini. I even enjoyed our sarcastic taunts and, more than anything, her spunk, as she’d dubbed her signature for her artwork. She had the balls to show up to try out even though trying out was a way to fuck with me. I’d smiled at her when she tried to kick the football. I hadn’t been mocking her but was proud of her for following through on her threat.
I wouldn’t make it past the weekend if I didn’t get laid or beat off. And since I’d given up on girls, beating off won. Otherwise, Coach would be right. I would have a hard-on twenty-four, seven.
Once on the track, I stuck my earbuds in and turned up the volume on my phone. “Broken-Hearted Savior” by Big Head Todd and the Monsters blared in my ears as I jogged slowly to warm up, trying to erase Montana from my mind. After one lap around, I’d finally rid my brain of the sexy girl. I sifted through plays for tonight’s game as the music blared. But as I rounded the track, Montana popped into my brain again. Not only was her body on my mind, but her words had been on repeat all day. “You’re reading my mom’s book to learn how to have sex.” I wouldn’t say I was learning, rather I was adding details to my repertoire and moves I would like to try on Montana.
The cheerleaders practiced their routine on the field beneath the afternoon sun. The track was quiet save for the cheerleaders, but they were staunch in their work to make sure their routine was perfect, which meant they wouldn’t bother me. Reagan waved as I jogged by. I didn’t acknowledge her. She was as bad as Montana, goading me that morning in computer class.
Football plays.But as I made another lap around the track, Nina glided toward me.Holy fuck.She wasn’t a cheerleader. However, she did have friends on the squad. I ran past her as I picked up my pace, but she ran up beside me and wrapped soft fingers around my forearm.
Keep running. Walk away.If I did, I might drag her alongside, and that wouldn’t be good or gentlemanlike, no matter how much I despised her.
