Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

1. My Heart

Chapter 1

My Heart

JESSICA

“ J ESSICA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?! PAINTING YOUR NAILS?! CATCH UP! TOM! PICK THOSE LEGS UP! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DID YOU PUT OIL ON YOUR HANDS BEFORE PRACTICE?! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DROP THE BALL ONE MOR—” The coach’s frustrated voice is cut off when I feel a heavy impact against my body and go crashing down in a heap with the breath knocked out of me. Fucking son of a bitch, that hurts!

“Get the fuck off her!” I hear Tek’s voice from the distance before I feel the pressure and weight lifted off me bit by bit. When I see a hand reach out to help me up, I graciously take it. “You okay, Hurts?” he asks, and I yank my helmet off, panting, barely able to make out the letters on Tek’s uniform.

Using the back of my hand, I wipe the sweat from my blurry eyes and our black and orange uniforms come in clear as well as the letters on them.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him, though I hear a slow, steady beep echoing in my ears from the impact.

“You don’t look good,” Tek tells me as he grabs my face, examining me, but the sound of laughter is heard next to us and I cut my eyes in its direction.

“WWWWHHHHHEEEWWWW! GO TIGERS, LET’S GO!” Duval’s groupies shout for him, making me curl my lip.

“Told you girls aren’t meant to be on the field,” one of the assholes from our team chuckles.

“Yeah, she ought to be a cheerleader. Then I really wouldn’t mind climbing on top of her,” the ringleader of the pack, and unfortunately our team’s quarterback, Duval Green, states, and Tek curls his lip as a few of the other guys on our team surround us like they’re ready for them two to fight, but I step in between them.

“Fuck you Duval. You’re lucky I’m on the field with you because that’s the only fucking way you’ll ever touch me,” I spit, and he curls his fist, mean-mugging me and stepping closer, but the coach blows the whistle on our little scrap.

“THAT’S E-FUCKING-NOUGH! brING IT IN, LADIES!” he shouts, and we all come to a stop. Shit… we screwed up .

“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” my teammate Tek groans quietly behind me and I snort.

“Big time,” I mutter.

“Hurts! Lower! Green! Two miles since you got time to run your fucking mouths during a skirmish after such a horrible play.” Damn… “And another fucking thing, if I ever see such patsy shit on my field again, you’ll be suspended for the next three games, Green!”

“COACH! I WAS ONLY RUNNING THE PLAY!” Duval shuts, holding out his arms in defense, and Coach snorts.

“No, you were too busy running your mouth and trying to prove you got a dick between your legs when you should be proving you have a pair of balls as big as Hurts!” A few of the guys on the team and I chuckle at Coach’s words and dap as I smirk, pointing the middle finger at Duval, holding in the wince that wants to come out from how hard he tackled me.

But no matter how fucking hard he hits me, I’ll take it to the mother fucking chin because it’s always nice to see that asshole get told the fuck off. “Not to fucking mention you’re the quarterback. Pulling shit like that tells you don’t value your position, this team, or me . Now get to fucking running! As a matter of fact, make it three miles since I’m feeling generous today!” Coach blows his whistle. “The rest of you, bring it in!”

“Yes, sir, Coach!” I pick up my helmet and start my run, instantly regretting the words I said earlier when I feel like a bone is poking my lung. But when I glance back, I cringe when I see everyone on their knees as the coach goes the fuck off, so I slow down my pace because I’d rather be running than getting chewed out. I knew we ran a bad play. Coach is pissed since we’re getting ready to come up on the big game. I think we’re all feeling the jitters this season. After all, the team we’re going up against is a top ten school that kicked our ass so embarrassingly bad last year that they made us look like children.

Twenty-seven to three… and it was a home game at that. It was so fucking bad that people even posted YouTube video compilations of us turning the ball over so many times. It was so fucking embarrassing, so we’re a bit on edge even though we’re a better team this year because, despite my annoyances, we’re a solid team under Coach Smith. Our record stands at 6-0, and I want to keep our undefeated season. No matter what, I’m going to prove that I deserve to be a starter next season, and not a backup.

“Hey Jess, are you doing something later on?” Tek jogs up next to me, and I nod my head, holding back a smile as I think about tonight.

“Yeah, I have plans with Matt. Why?” I jog, trying not to breathe in through my mouth so my throat won’t hurt.

“Because some of the guys and I were heading over to this club. I heard they have some fye ass wings and they soda water ain’t nasty like that shit they serve in the cafe, you down?” he asks, and I’m never going to turn down wings and soda. Ever since I got to Boston, I’ve been complaining about how much I miss good soda that doesn’t taste watered down, and food that don’t taste white…

“Hmm,” raise a brow, frowning. “It sounds fun, but no,” I tell him, but that only makes him groan.

“Ughhh, c’mon, Jessss, damn. You always say no,” he mutters and I chuckle.

“Because I always don’t wanna go,” I throw back.

“But you need to get out a little more. Aren’t you sick and tired of being called Arctic Beauty?” he shoots my ways and I snort.

“Nope,” I shake my head. “Not at all,” I roll my eyes. They can say whatever the fuck they want to about me, it’s not like it’s going to change how I move.

“Damn, that’s cold,” he sighs. “Seriously Jess, all you do is go to class, watch anime, an—” I hold up my hand, stopping him. I’m dead ass tired of hearing about what I choose to do with my time. “Okay, I’ll stop complaining, but only if you give me some time tomorrow?” I think about declining, but Tek is one of the few people on this campus that I fuck with on a level beyond “hi and bye,” and he’s always looking out for me when it comes to Duval and his minions.

“Fine, but whatever we do, I won’t stay long,” I warn him and he perks up.

“Fuck yeah!” He makes a fist, punching the air as if he’s won so damn prize. “Then it’s a date,” he smiles handsomely and I hear laughing behind us again. This time, I don’t even fucking bother looking back because I know they’re talking shit. Their hazing has gone on since I got on the team, and while that shit used to bother me, now I don’t care. They’re only trying to make me sweat, but I got my foot on the gas and on they necks, so of course they would be acting out.

Instead of entertaining their incel behavior, I pick up my pace and run the play in my head, trying to figure out what I could have done better while also thinking about this damn paper I have to write for Kinesiology class after I come back from Matt’s place.

By the time I’m done with my laps, I’m sweating to fucking much it looks like I’ve run in the rain. Fuck this is uncomfortable. I grimace, going over to the coach, gritting my teeth as the wind hits my soaked uniform, making my shiver.

Hell, I’m so cold I can barely focus when Coach yells at me Tek, and Duval for a whole other hour after our laps. I just take my happy ass over to my locker so I can quickly shower and change.

“Yo, Jessica,” I hear behind me as I head to the shower and stop in my tracks to see Duval standing there, decked out in Gucci from head to toe.

“What the fuck you want, Duval? Shouldn’t you be gone?” I curl my lip.

“What are you talking about? I was waiting on you,” he laughs, stepping closer and looking me up and down. Even with my dirty football gear on, I feel my skin crawl.

“You don’t have to wait on me for shit,” I grunt as I grip my helmet, and he licks his lips.

“Come on. Stop tripping, and let me take you out tonight.” He tries to take my hand, but I snatch it away from him, seeing anger flare in his eyes. “Oh, what, you’ll go out with Tek and them other broke fuckers, but you too good to slang some pussy my way?” he curls his lip, and I open my mouth to tell him off but close my eyes tired of him. This shit again?

“Kiss my ass, Duval,” I spin on my cleat and walk away from him.

“Gladly!” I hear him laugh behind me, making me think twice about going into the men’s locker while he’s there, so I sit down and wait for him to grow bored. He glares at me and finally stomps off, but I wait another twenty minutes before I enter the locker room, wishing they had a girls’ locker room here.

I always have to wait until the guys are done showering or go where the cheerleaders practice, and that’s so fucking far away that I might as well go home. It’s tedious as hell having to wait, but it’s better than the former.

After making sure the place is completely empty, I quickly turn on the water, not even bothering to wait until it turns hot. I just jump in the ice-cold water, wince as it hits my sore and bruised muscles, and quickly wash off the sweat and blood from today’s practice, unable to relax knowing that Duval ass waited around for me.

When the shower finally starts to warm up and caresses my body, I shudder from how good it feels, sighing, wishing I could stay here and let the bomb-ass water pressure beat down my aching body, but I can’t.

I know Tek and the guys are waiting on me, and I need to hurry home since on top of the plans with Matt, I have a paper in Kinesiology due tonight, and I’m only halfway done. Regrettably, I shut off the water and grab my towel, wrap it around my torso, and quickly change into my camouflage jeans and hunter-green shirt with a black belt. I take out my shoes and socks and sit on the bench, wrapping my long braid up in a ponytail, pausing when I hear my phone vibrate in my locker loud as hell.

When I swipe up I see that it’s the girls from my Anime Club shooting a bunch of messages back and forth about some Hentai they’re watching, I ignore it and go straight to my man’s message.

Matt : You’re still coming tonight, right?”

Jess: Of course.

Matt : Good. I can’t wait to see you.

I bite my lip, a bit nervous excited with one shoe on and leap, throwing my head back, giggling. Tonight is the night!

After lacing up my shoes, I hop up and make my way out of the locker room.

“Are you ready?” Tek looks back at me with a smile on his face, but frowns when he sees how hard I’m grinning.

“Ugh, what asshole got our little sis grinning so hard?” Dontre flexes his muscles, being overprotective as usual.

“Right,” Tek raises a brow.

“What the fuck? I can’t smile?” I chuckle, and they shake their head.

“Hell nah!” they say in unison, making me roll my eyes still grinning because even they crazy asses is not about to ruin this for me. Not today, Satan!

“Whatever. Anyway, I’ll be leaving now. I have a date with my man.” I spin, heading to my car, feeling giddy.

“Jess, Matt can’t handle you,” Dontre snorts. “You need a real one like us,” he jokes, and I scoff, pointing the middle finger at him.

“Hell no, asshole. And if you ever say some shit like that to me again, I’ll show you just how much you CAN’T handle me,” I chuckle at him, and they both laugh.

“Fuck, lil’ sis, my bad. I was only joking. Still, I think you ought to leave a loser like him alone and fuck with a real one,” Dontre shrugs and Tek punches him

“Yeah yeah,” I open my back door, throw my gear into my car, and get in. “I’ma see y’all later,” I roll my window down and shout, driving off and heading home.

The moment I get home, I quickly grab my gear, throw a little tree in that son of a bitch and spray it to knock the sweaty scent of my clothes out and run up the stairs to my apartment, where I throw my jersey and shit in the washer and shower again. This time, I take extra care to shave my legs and underarms and pretty up the landing strip on my pussy since I plan to have Matt all up in it tonight.

Matt and I have been together for six months, and I think I’m finally ready to take things to the next level. We started off as friends, and it took me a while to warm up to him with his kind of pushy behavior, but slowly he cooled off and asked me to come over tonight, so I want to surprise him by doing something I never do.

I jump out of the shower, dry myself off, and skip to my room, where I see the nasty little number that my best friends from back home helped me pick out for tonight. An all black lingerie set that looks like black spiderwebs over my breast showing the nipples and pussy, both of which no one knows are pierced. These are my special little secrets that not even my best friends Faythe and Beatrice know about. But Matt will be privy to them today!

The nipple area is open so he’ll be able to see them in the flesh, and the bottom of the web-like panties is crotchless, and the back goes into a thong, which will only be covered up by a sexy tiny trench coat that barely covers my thigh, and some heels.

For a second, I almost chicken out, but one thing about me is I might be a bit reserved, but ain’t no bitch in my blood. When I set my mind to something, I’ma do it! Somebody about to be in this cat tonight!

I’ve been purposefully celibate since my junior year in high school when I broke up with my ex for cheating on me with a cheerleader. I chose to quit guys and focus on my schooling and football since relationships never seem to pan out for me, but Matt is different and I want to show him that.

Quickly, I change, throw on a dab of makeup to make my face appear softer, and hell, I even do my lashes and lipstick. I put my fresh braids in two pigtails with two tendrils out in the front and put on my lil’ three-inch kitten heels because Matt and I are the same height, so I don’t want to tower over him like I do most guys I know.

I want to feel sexy even if I can’t feel small at five foot eleven. Even taller in these heels, but still. Tonight, I’m going for that extra lil’ umph that will knock him off his feet and make him fall head over heels.

Hell, I already know he’ll be shocked. Matt, along with every other person at school, has never seen my body. I’m more of a tomboy who dresses like my girl Billy Eilish, so even my man is unaware that I’m hiding dangerous curves under my clothes and football gear, but today his ass about to find out.

I throw on the trench coat and spritz my one and only girly perfume that I brought out just for tonight before I march my excited ass out the door and over to my car.

Checking the time, I purse my lips, wondering if I should wait until the time we said we’d meet, but I look too damn good for all of that. So, even though I’m a solid hour early, I make my way over to my boyfriend’s apartment, which thankfully isn’t far away. But when I turn my signal on to make the right into his dorm, I notice his car out front, and my heart thumps when I see him hugged up with a girl I recognize from campus.

She’s about the size of my thigh, and a lot of guys have been trying to get with her. She’s known for being easy, but anytime Matt talked about her, he would talk shit about her being a hoe, so why is he hugged up and kissing on her right now?

Everything in me makes me want to pull the fuck over and drag him and that bitch, but I don’t… I already got a warning from coach for dog walking bitches on campus spreading lies about me. He said if I got into another fight, he’d bench me and I refuse to let that happen. Football is my life.

Slowly, I drive by and look out the passenger window, where I catch him picking her up and swinging her around, kissing her. That dirty bastard! He was never able to do no shit like that with me. Pissed, I think about flinging my water bottle at their head, but I don’t bother since Matt has driven my car and would know that it was me. Plus, if he’s willing to cheat, he’d probably snitch too.

FUCK!

I grasp my steering wheel, emotions running high. Matt ain’t even fine, but he did portray confidence, though I see now he must have been insecure, just like the other fuckers I dated… and like Duval. I shudder, not believing I even considered giving that bastard my time at one point.

But then again, he is more my type looks-wise than Matt, so it made sense why I considered dating Duval, who’s a pretty boy with straight white teeth, smooth auburn hair, and sexy hazel green eyes that look like you’re staring at emeralds. Ugh… he looks like he could be a Disney Prince Charming. Not gonna lie, if it was him and not Matt, I more than likely would have dropped my panties for him a long time ago. If his personality wasn’t so fucking shitty.

But I soon met Matt, and we became good friends. It started out with us watching anime together and then him asking me out. Even though he wasn’t all that and more red-pilled than I would prefer, he was cool, and I kind of liked him the more I got to know him. I truly felt we were going somewhere, maybe not anywhere far, but at least to the fucking bedroom. I was sorely mistaken.

They say heartbreak is sad, but whoever said that it’s worse when an ugly nigga cheat on you wasn’t lying. I feel like punching the air and knocking out babies like in Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood . I feel fucking played. The audacity of that no neck having, Benzino looking mother fucker! I knew I should have stepped on him!

I stop at a park he and I used to frequent and smash my fist against the steering wheel, needing to let out my bottled emotions. In this car I feel claustrophobic, so I yank the door open and jump out, slamming it shut, not even bothering to shut the son of a bitch off. I just walk, uncaring that I feel my coat loosening up since this is an abandoned park.

I’m so done… I don’t give a damn about love. All men can go to fucking hell!

I want to shout it at the top of my lungs, but I don’t want to get in trouble for being out here dressed like this or draw attention to myself, so I just walk, refusing to let tears fall because I know he’s a fake ass bitch and isn’t worth it. Hell, if anything, I’m more pissed off at how much of my time and effort I put into convincing myself that I liked him!

Yeah, I might as well just give up on love and men. Unlike most girls, I don’t even like the super buff, gym rat type. I’m around that shit all the time and contrary to popular belief, that shit is not sexy. It’s annoying. I like my guys the same way I like my anime male leads: pretty in the face like Gojo Satoru, adorable and strong like Mashle.

Plus, he can fuck like no tomorrow, but it is reserved for me and only me! But not pushy… God! Where is he?! A dude so sweet but demanding of me and my time who loves me down bad to the point that he makes my pussy wet just thinking about him. Extra points if he’s a got the sexy demon bad boy look… add some horns and sexy cat eyes like Muzan … but I know he doesn’t ex ? —

I bump into a brick fucking wall that knocks the air out my damn lungs. As a girl who’s used to getting tackled by big ass dudes in my career and getting back up like I took that shit on the chin, that shit shocked me. I glance up to see what the hell has me feeling like I’ve been run over by an eighteen-wheeler.

I swipe my braids from my face with a frown but my mouth drops open my when I see a VERY pretty white girl with long flowing white hair down to her butt in a fluffy pink dress with flowers on it, lace gloves, an adorable pearl purse, and long beautiful thick ass eyelashes that hood her mesmerizing blue eyes. I’d say she’s the perfect picture if not for the fat ass blunt hanging from between her lips. She looks like something out of a mystical fairy tale… just like a seductive Barbie doll.

She blinks in surprise, staring at me, saying nothing and not bothering to help me up. Instead, she takes a drag from blunt and faces me inquisitively with her head cocked to the side as if trying to figure something out. I feel her deep sea blue eyes rake over me like hot coal slowly and excruciatingly from the top of my head to my lips, my breast then my pussy. When her gaze lands there, I feel a little wetness seep from me as I clench tight when she pulls the blunt from her lips and licks them. It feels like that tongue glided over my body from how hard my nipples get… What the fuck?

I open my mouth to say something, but I hear footsteps over my shoulder, and the girl quickly stubs out her loud ass blunt, takes the jacket hanging on her arm, and throws it over me, covering me up, and my first thought is damn, this feels nice. I can tell it didn’t come from Bitch You Thought… I mean Wish. After that, I stupidly realize why she’s staring.

All my damn goodies are out. Hard pierced nips, soaking wet pierced pussy, and scantily clad lingerie that hides nothing! And this gorgeous old school Victoria’s Secret model looking-ass-girl that is more than likely from a rich and uppity family done seen it all! Oh my God!!!!

Quickly, I stand and cover myself with my coat and hers just as I see a guy stagger toward us.

“Whosh tdo wev gobt here!” I hear someone drunkenly slur, and the girl’s pretty lips curl as she stomps over in the direction and whispers something to him. He stumbles back onto his ass.

“WHASH DA FOCK?! IT’SH A FOCKING DUDE!” he yells crazily and not soon after, a bunch of other men run over.

“LARRY, GETD UP! LET’S KICK DERE ASSESH!” One of the drunks holding a beer bottle swings at the girl, but she ducks and goes to lift her dress just as one of the guys tries to hit me. While I have hands for days, fighting in this get up would be reckless, so I duck as a bottle of MD 20/20 goes smashing into the fence, shattering next to me and making the girl look back at me with a mean mug.

Another guy then comes over and tries to grab me, but I dodge, though not too well since my heel gets caught in the pavement and the guy ends up snatching my belt, almost making my coat fly open. The girls coat also goes fluttering to the ground in tatters and my mouth flies open as I reach for it because ain’t no way this bitch about to make me pay for shit. I felt the material, and compared to my TEMU coat, I can tell it’s worth an arm and a leg.

But as soon as I extend my arm, another drunk tries to punch me. I bench press his weight for breakfast, so brace for it. However, before his fist can connect, he doubles over, and I turn to see that the pretty girl kicked him hard in the nuts with her pointy six-inch heel. Ouch… and not only that, but she dealt with all of them! All of them are lying on the ground, looking fucked up. When the hell did that happen?

But I don’t have time to think because she takes my calloused hand in her soft gloved one and picks me up, running with me like a fucking track star in her stilettos all the way to my car, where she opens the passenger door, makes sure I’m in my seat and buckled in, climbs in the driver’s side, and speeds off just as more drunks come rushing towards us, looking like zombies and shit.

It’s crazy that in this wild ass moment a bitch wants to ask what cologne she’s wearing because even though she’s a girl she smells like a what I can only envision a sexy, rich-ass mafia boss would smell like. I need some of that so I can spray it on my pill— No! That’s not what’s important.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry! I was out of it for a moment. Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?!” I look her over as she calmly and casually leans like a whole ass nigga against the door of my car, fiddling angrily with her hand that’s not on the steering wheel. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye before nodding once. “Damn! How are you so calm?! That jerk just pushed you! And those guys were about to pounce all at once. Are you bleeding?” I look her over and gasp when I see her pretty lace light pink dress is not only scuffed but has blood on it as I try to find where it came from.

“THOSE ASSHOLES!” I erupt, feeling the need to let out my steam on some jerks who’d raise their hands to a girl, especially one as little and cute as her! “TURN THE CAR AROUND! I’LL SHOW THEM! HOW DARE THEY HIT A GIRL?! UGGGGHHHHHHH, THIS IS WHY I FUCKING HATE MEN!!!! FUCK LOVE AND FUCK MENNNNN! I’LL SHOW THOSE SONS OF BITCHES!!!” I fume, pissed. Meanwhile, she’s just laid back, driving with one hand on the steering wheel, watching me from the corner of her eye, not saying a word with a cute smirk on her face.

She doesn’t turn around and instead, we pull into my apartment near my college, abruptly ending my rant. That makes me side-eye this bitch as she parks and shuts my Jeep off. I throw her a stank look, taking off my seatbelt when her pretty ass opens the driver’s door and smoothly slides out like she owns my shit. She struts around, opening the passenger door for me. Without a word, she beckons me out, and reluctantly, I slide out, glaring up at her. Damn I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed, but fuck she’s tall!

It’s rare to see girls taller than my five-foot eleven self at this school… but I can tell this pretty bitch, even once she takes off those six-inch heels she’s wearing, is well over six feet in height… I bet she’s at least six foot three…

The way she towers over me as she leans in makes me feel like a caged animal with a massive beast eyeing me. Her looks are foreign… maybe Scandinavian? There are a couple of girls here from there, and she looks just like them, but honestly, she eats them up in looks, and they are super pretty. I don’t know where she’s from exactly, but she looks like a model who just stepped off the covers of some stylish fashion magazine or some shit. She’s gorgeous, and hell, if I was into girls, I’d be all the fuck over her with how breathtakingly beautiful she is. Jessica, focus!

“How do you know where I live?” I glower, suddenly feeling weird. Wait a damn minute, they were at my favorite park, too… are they a stalker? I have had to deal with more than my fair share of assholes and super fans who find out where I live to harass me or ask for an autograph. Some have thrown eggs at me and even spray-painted my car. It’s been a while since it happened, but I wouldn’t put it past anyone these days since I’m only gaining more attention and shitting on people’s favorites on the field. Still, would they go this far and hurt themselves just to get to me ?

Even though it’s a game and I’m doing what I was put on the field to do, I understand this is a precious male-dominated sport where some feel there is no room for a girl. Still, because of me, our D1 college football team has become a big deal, and our games are getting more international coverage, but that doesn’t mean people will give me my flowers.

“Hey! I asked you a fucking q?—”

She reaches up, grabs her hair, and to my utter fucking shock, pulls it off. Wait… a wig? She runs her hands through her real hair, wipes her… or well, his lips, smudging his lipstick and smiling, not prettily but… Jesus… he’s hot!

“First,” he pauses and smiles so sexily with his smudged lipstick that he makes my heart quake. The one word and that deep ass voice sends shivers down my spine, throwing me the fuck off. I have never heard a white boy with such a deep voice except on Tiktok and YouTube video compilations… but this… this some next level shit right here. It’s almost akin to how DDG sounds when he uses real voice… “Thank you for helping me out back there. You saved lives today,” he jokes, a slight accent coming through, and I swallow, shook. Damn… yes sir… that’s an “I’ll make your pussy throb” kind of deadly voice.

He is indeed one of them fine-ass Scandinavian students I’ve seen around. There is supposedly a group of brothers here that has an entire fan club of girls losing their minds and fighting over them. He must be one of them… I see what the hype is about.

Whoever he is with or will end up with gon’ have to knock bitches out like Mike Tyson. Is it me? Am I the bitches she’ll be having to knock out?

“Second…” His voice reverberates around me as he uses his teeth to pull the glove off before he holds out his hand for me to shake.

“Yes… s-second?” Even though I’m on edge, I’m compelled to take it. It feels like I have no choice.

“I’m Frank, and I attend this campus, too.” Frank? Well that’s… a choice… good Lord! To look and sound this damn good but be named fucking Frank of all things… it’s a tragedy!

“I… I… uhm… J-Je—” Jesus, his voice just rattles the body.

“Jessica, yeah, I know.” He cocks his head to the side, and it might be cliché as fuck to say, but the way the moonlight bounces off his beautiful and unfairly pretty crystal pale blue eyes is simply gorgeous and leaves me breathless. It’s like staring down at the depths of the clearest waters in the Maldives. I can’t stand it… I have to look away. My heart feels like it will burst from my ribcage.

“H-how do y—?” He chuckles deeply, making my body vibrate.

“You think I wouldn’t know the other oddball in the school?” He waves a hand at himself, and I remember the dress… oh yeah…

“Fair,” I laugh awkwardly, but I can’t seem to calm down, especially once I catch his sexy eyes roaming over my body, making me, who’s always had confidence in myself, feel lacking. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I fold my hand over my body and swallow, wondering when his oddly thorough inspection of me will end.

In that moment, he places a hand on the door of the car and seductively leans into my space.

“Your n?—”

“Jess?” I hear over my shoulder. Frank’s smile disappears, and his eyes cut like sharp glass in the direction of the voice. His lip twitches in a sneer, marring his gorgeous face, but as much as I want to keep looking at this work of art before me, I’m stunned to see Tek standing there looking confused as he looks between Frank and me before his eyes widen seeing my tiny trench coat and Frank frowns.

“T-Tek, wha…” I clear my throat, still dazed from the voice and face… hell, everything. “What are you doing here?” I try to move and go over to him, but Frank slams his other hand in place hard, making the car shake and caging me in. The smell of his cologne I’d been trying to ignore in the car overtakes me, sucking the remaining air out of my lungs and making me feel dizzy. What the hell is the name of this cologne?!

“Is everything okay? I texted to make sure you made it home, but I didn’t get a response,” he tells me, puffing out his chest as if ready to defend me, but I stand tall, making Frank smirk and snort.

“I’m fine, I’m just… uhm, speaking with my new friend.”

“Oh… okay. I was just worried when you didn’t answer.” He looks over to Frank with a glare, seeming as if he wants to say something, but Frank raises a brow, and Tek falters. “Anyway, I was wondering if I could talk to you before going home?”

“Ok—” Frank shifts, stepping in my line of sight, breaking Tek and my connection, forcing my complete attention on him.

“Your number, Jessica. I want it,” he demands, accent growing a bit thicker as he reaches into my trench coat pocket and, with all the finesse, suaveness, and confidence in the world, pulls out my phone. If that wasn’t shocking enough, he hits the power button and holds the phone up to my face, unlocking it. Without my consent, he presses the green phone button and punches in a number. What is h ? —

A second later, something vibrates in the purse that hangs loosely on his arm before he hangs up and presses a few buttons on my phone that I can’t see, then slides it back into my pocket before reaching behind me and patting my ass.

“Get going,” Frank whispers.

“Jess, are you coming?” Tek speaks somewhere in the distance. Where am I again?

“Uhm…” I mutter, speechless as Frank looks down at me through long white lashes. He cocks his head to the side toward my house.

“You should go inside… alone .” He reaches up and slides my braid from over my shoulder, hand grazing my collarbone, making me shiver as he holds my house and car keys in my face, dangling them like a hypnotic charm trying to steal my free will. “It’s dangerous out here.” Dangerous… on campus? Really? But then again, we did just get into a brawl, and I do have this wild ass number on…

I want to tell him he’s being ridiculous. Tek is here and would never let anything happen to me, but instead, I nod, grab my keys, and lock my car door, feeling like a robot as I walk past Tek and see my friend’s eyes widen with shock, making me feel even more embarrassed.

“Th-thank you for coming by, Tek. I’ll ta?—”

“Inside Jessica!” he barks, deep and commanding. His voice feels laced with something that has my ass picking up the pace and waving at Tek like I’m on a bon voyage trek.

“Bye!” I squeak and sprint off all the way to my dorm, with goosebumps spreading over my body. When I get inside, I shower for the third damn time. I take my hair down and plop in bed, feeling tired and confused. My heart is racing, my mind feels clouded, and my knees are weak. What the hell was tonight?

When my phone vibrates in my coat pocket on the floor, I pull it out, thinking it’s Tek, but it’s a name I clearly didn’t put in my phone, but I chuckle as I read his message. This guy is bold.

Frankie : Never wear something like that again…

Frankie : Do you understand?

Honestly, the messages makes me snort. Like who the hell does this guy think he is? Still… I grin from ear to ear as I unconsciously and promptly text him back.

Jess: You can’t tell me what to do.

Frankie : Jessica…

Frankie : …

For some reason I feel like even though he said nothing, he said everything…

Jess: I wasn’t planning on it anyway. It was for my ex but if you can’t tell it was a bust.

Frankie : I see…

Frankie : But he no longer matters right?

Jess: Right.

Frankie : Good then can I be honest?

Jess: Sure go ahead.

Frankie : I miss you already.

I snort out a chuckle… really, who the hell is this guy?

Jess: Oh? and pray tell how can you miss someone you just met?

Frankie : Easily like this

Jess: lol

Jess: Whatever

Jess: Anyway thanks for helping tonight.

Frankie : It was my pleasure…

Jess: Sure it was.

Jess: In any case I owe you one.

Frankie : instead of that just be my friend

Jess: and why would I do that?

Frankie : because I’m nice and I’m not like the other guys you know

Jess: Well that’s true

Frankie : So?

Jess: So what?

Frankie : Will you be my friend?

I glance down at the message grinning, but a little skeptical. However, with a guy who dresses as a girl, he’s got to have his hardships like me. Being different is hard…

Jess: Yeah… I think I’d like that.

Frankie : Yay

My phone vibrates, showing Tek’s name, and guilt consumes me. Shit, I forgot about him…

Quickly, I shoot off a thank you text to him for checking on me, but I don’t even wait to see if it’s been delivered before I click back over to Frank’s message, reading the new message he’s sent me and I lay down chuckling. This guy is crazy.

Frankie : I really do miss you Jessica.

And he’s sweet…

Jess: You’re a smooth talker I see…

Frankie : No… why is it working?

Frankie : Are we best friends yet?

I laugh, typing back quickly.

Jess: Not even close

Frankie : Damn! Just break my heart why don’t ya

Jess: Sorry, you cool and all but my best friends spots are filled

Frankie : I want one of those spots Jessica.

Frankie : I want it bad…

Jess: Well that’s too damn bad

Frankie :

Frankie : I bet if you give me a chance by the end of the night I change your mind

Jeez… he’s too much

Jess: Challenge accepted

Frankie : that’s what I like to hear. A girl who isn’t afraid of a stiff challenge.

Jess: Actually I thrive in high-stakes environments.

Frankie : Oooo talk dirty to me

I snort a laugh unable to keep myself from chuckling, but when I see a message from Matt I curl my lip, mood instantly taking a nosedive.

Matt : Where are you?

I don’t respond because he doesn’t deserve an explanation. I go to block him, but before I can, another message pops up.

Matt : Whatever. I knew you’d flake on me.

Matt : We’re done.

Matt : I cheated anyway.

My blood boils and I desperately wish I’d pulled over and curb stomped him, but I press block and throw my head back, sighing. Men really are fucking trash.

When I feel my phone vibrate in my hand, I look up thinking I might not have blocked Matt correctly, but a smile spreads on my face.

Frankie : Did that scare you off?

Jess: No… just a lil tired tonight has been… interesting

Jess: Plus I’m working on this Kinesiology paper

Frankie : Yeah it has…

Frankie : But still I don’t want to stop talking to you

Frankie : And you need to stay up to finish your paper so text me until you fall asleep…

Jess: About what?

Frankie : Anything

Frankie : Just talk to me

Jess: Okay

Jess: What’s your favorite color?’

Frankie : It was baby blue…

Jess: Did it change?

Frankie : Yes…

Frankie : Just recently

Frankie : Today actually.

Jess: To what?

Frankie : …

Frankie : Dark Brown

Oh he’s smooth… I need to watch out for him…

Still, my heart does summersaults and I roll over onto my stomach, kicking my feet in the air before responding.

I guess today wasn’t so bad after all.