Chapter 12 Fucked
Fucked
ELIAS
Idon’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’ve become obsessed with this damn girl and I don’t know how to fight it.
Even now as I sit with Vito and Luca in our living room, I couldn’t tell you what the hell they’re talking about.
When I got home with a hickey and a bruised cheek the guys didn’t say shit to me — probably because I didn’t seem very approachable at the moment — but it’s gotten them all off my back for a couple of days.
But I miss her now.
Not just the sex or the push and pull that seems to define us, but how we were before my impulses took over and I proved to her I was just like every other asshole in college.
I won’t say I’m not anymore. I thought I was better than those dudes that can’t handle rejection because I’ve been rejected before and never gave a flying fuck, but the moment this woman tried to call it off I lost my shit.
Yet I can’t find it in me to take it back. I won’t take it back.
Every time my phone buzzes I get this weird nauseous feeling in my stomach I can’t fully explain, and then when it isn’t her, disappointment takes over everything. I’m a fucking mess. Go figure my dad told me not to get a girlfriend… I’ve never been more distracted in my life.
“What?” I ask, looking up from my phone as it vibrates, because I know it won’t be her. She never texts first anymore, she only responds to my bullshit because I’ve forced her to. Because I’ve blackmailed her into pretending she cares.
Luca chuckles lightly. “Nothing. You look down right now, but we just won. You had some good blocks today.”
“Yeah, no. I’m good.” Just obsessed with my fake girlfriend who hates me. Never been better. Time to deflect. “How’s it going with your mark?”
Rolling his eyes, Luca groans at the whole thing and takes a drink. “I’m over it already. Chelsey is too cool to want to fuck over for real, and I’m not trying to get into something like Vito and Lucy. I heard she was going to cut his hair.”
Vito goes off on a tangent on how Lucy is the spawn of Satan, and how Luca is being a little bitch with his pranks.
Apparently, him putting extra sugar into Chelsey’s coffee isn’t good enough for the likes of him, and I can tell Luca is over the conversation when he turns back towards me and swaps the subject right back to my defense.
That distracts Vito enough to talk soccer a little more and how low the score was, but I tune them out because some games are just like that. Sometimes offense shines, sometimes defense shines, either way it’s over now and we won, so my focus isn’t on a game from the past.
It’s on the text message she sent me without any prompting.
Cupcake
Hey, I miss you. Can I come over?
Did I hit my head? I read it three more times and have to fight the urge to make one of these assholes read it out loud for me, because that’d ruin everything. I shouldn’t be surprised my girlfriend is asking to come over.
Me
Yeah, of course. Luca and Vito are here, but we’re just hanging out. I miss you too.
And I do. I probably always will even if she’s sitting right next to me because I’ll never truly have her again.
She texts back that she’s close and will be here in a couple of minutes, so I get up to go use the bathroom and make sure I don’t look like shit.
It’s far too late to make a good impression on her, but I still care if she desires me, especially now that I’ve fucked her without a condom.
Oh shit, is that why she’s coming? Is she pregnant?
I splash water on my face, the act snapping me out of my momentary panic when I realize it’s been two fucking days and that’s not how it works. Not that fast, anyway.
When I come back out, I find the guys looking at me funny. “You okay?” Luca asks. “You look stressed.”
Vito scoffs. “He always looks like that now.”
The doorbell rings before I have to answer, which is good because I almost told them I fucked her raw, and they would have never let that go. “Riley is here. Don’t be dicks, alright?”
I open the door before they can say anything dumb and lean in to kiss her lips, but I’m shocked when she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeper.
Fuck, she might’ve actually missed me. “Hi,” she whispers, biting my bottom lip quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Never. I’d rather be with you,” I say a little too honestly. “You okay, cupcake?”
She nods, looking up at me as her thumb brushes my cheek. “Yeah, I just missed you. You were right. I was being stupid, and I made a deal. Can I come in?”
It’s hard not to be a little shocked or taken aback, but I step aside for her to enter and try to hide it. I need to just enjoy this while I can.
“What kind of deal?” Vito asks, and I about have a heart attack before Riley laughs.
“I made a deal with Samira that I’d stop having Eli over when she’s home because we make too much noise. I tried to skirt around that, Eli told me no, that I should stick with what I promised. So here I am.”
“Damn, you like him that much?” Luca says teasingly, and I nearly mirror the question. “That’s actually kind of cute.”
What is going on here? She’s acting like I never used that video as leverage, and if I hadn’t been lost in my head since the night I did it, I might doubt it happened at all.
I take her hand and lead her over to the chaise, plopping down so she can sit with me, and my hands instantly take advantage of this olive branch she’s offering.
I’ve been dying to touch these curves, and if these two dicks weren’t here I’d be eating her pussy in the next two minutes.
Fuck, I’m already hard thinking about it. What did he say again?
“He’s okay,” she says, smiling widely as she leans against me. She’s wearing a low-cut shirt that shows off just about every mark I left on her. “A little bitey, though.”
Vito nods, staring at her chest. “Yeah, we can see that. Weird how that just… happened, huh?”
She tilts her head. “I made him hide the others. I don’t think you want to know where.”
“I tried to tell them, and they didn’t believe me.
I have a nosey ass team, cupcake. You’d think they were training to be investigative journalists, not you.
” I lean into her hair and inhale her scent, the smell making me have to fight a smile.
“Vito doesn’t even believe I could pull someone like you. ”
“Why?” She pulls back enough to look at me with genuine confusion under those glasses. “What’s so special about me?”
“It’s… hard to explain, but you’re just the type to have your shit together, and I’m not.”
Vito’s not wrong, she’s definitely out of my league and absolutely refused my advances until I manipulated her. I don’t know why she’s even pretending to be confused about that.
“He’s a fucking photography major that only plays soccer so his dad will help support him,” Vito jokes.
Only it’s not actually a joke, it’s the truth. Mostly.
“I like playing,” I argue. “I just don’t want it to be my profession. At least I have a backup plan, dickhole.”
“Yeah, I’m out. I have a date, and I don’t need to stick around for this argument. What’s your major again, Vito?” Luca tosses him a smirk and a middle finger before Vito chases him outside, giving us a few moments alone that I know will be rare today.
She faces me again, playing with the scruff on my chin. “How’d I do, baby?”
She doesn’t have to call me that right now, but the fact that she did has me leaning in to kiss her with tongue this time, and it takes a lot to pull away.
“You did amazing. Vito’s just giving us shit, and he and Gomez have complexes with lying.
I don’t hold it against them, but I wish they’d back the fuck off. ”
“I get it.” She thumbs my bottom lip, leaning in to kiss my nose. “I’m on board now. No more lies.”
I don’t know what it does to my chest, and I can’t decide if I like it or not.
This has an expiration date, I have no business getting butterflies or acid reflux or whatever the fuck this is.
“No more lies,” I agree. Well… except that secret sex tape I made of us.
And the tiny bit of stalking. Something tells me that won’t go over well.
I let myself melt into her and forget everything else. I don’t think I care, I’ll take whatever she’s offering me.
I’m moving to slot between her legs with my tongue in her mouth when Vito returns, and his laugh is like a bucket of cold water. “You guys going to put on a show or what?”
“Fuck off,” I whisper, dropping my forehead against hers to release a breath before I move to hold her again and push down my growing hard-on.
“Do you like to watch, Vito?” she teases. “Is it because you’re lonely?”
His jaw drops a little, but he barks a laugh. “Damn, she’s got balls. I’ll have you know I’ve got a repeat customer coming over soon.”
“Which repeat is this?” I ask, my hand sliding under her shirt to feel her skin. “The redhead or that girl from Australia?”
“Redhead. I actually liked the Australian chick but she says she won’t get involved because she’s only here for one semester.”
Him admitting he actually liked someone is rare so I decide not to drag him about it. I’m in no place to talk.
Luckily someone bangs on the door before I have to figure out how to respond, and when we hear Simmons yelling for Vito to open up, I can’t fight my laugh. This is exactly the shit I didn’t want to deal with.
“Fuck,” he hisses, jumping over the back of the couch. “Tell her I’m not home.”
Riley squints, then slides off my lap to go open the door. “Looking for — oh, hell,” she whispers. “Um… Emory? He’s hiding behind the couch, probably under a pile of dirty hoodies. Come on in, he deserves whatever you do to him.”
I’m curious what she means until Simmons walks inside, her normally blonde hair a vibrant shade of puke green.
“Oh fuck,” I slip, a loud laugh spilling from me before I can help it. “Hello, Mrs. Grinch.”
“Where the fuck is he?” she snaps, stomping her angry little feet behind the couch as Vito scrambles around the other side. “My conditioner bottle, you dick? Really?”
“You put itching powder in my gym bag! I thought I had fucking crabs!”
I can’t help but to be entertained, it’s much more fun being on the outside. “You might have had crabs,” I add unhelpfully. “That sounds like a personal issue.”
The poor girl looks like she’s on the verge of tears, so Riley grabs her gently. “Hey, it’s okay. I know about a dozen ways to get dye out of hair, I’ll help you.”
Yeah, and this is exactly why she’s out of my league. She’s just… better than the likes of me.
“Really? Sorry, I’m Lucy. We haven’t met before.”
“I’m Riley, Eli’s girlfriend. Honestly, you kind of rock that hair,” she says with a light smile. “It’d look sick if you curled it a little.”
Vito peeks his head out. “Yeah, see? You look good. Doesn’t she look good, Reyes?”
I’m still hung up on the fact that Riley introduced herself as my girl with a straight face and I know I’m grinning like an idiot. “Yeah, she does.”
Only I’m staring at Riley because no one looks as good as her.
Simmons feints toward Vito like she’s gonna hit him, and he screams like a little girl, immediately blaming Mads for the whole idea because he dyed Blake’s hair first.
Riley giggles as she links their arms and says, “Okay, let’s leave these two alone. You can come back to my dorm and we’ll see what we can do about your hair.”
What an angel.
Wait, what?
“You’re leaving? I thought you missed me.”
“Don’t be selfish, Reyes. Look at my hair.”
She’s got a point. “It looks… fine.”
Damn, I didn’t even sound convincing to myself.
Riley comes over and pulls me to my feet, rocking on her toes to kiss me. “I’ll come back later, okay? I promise. I want you to do that thing with your tongue.”
“You love that, huh,” I say cockily, lifting her up by her thighs so she’s straddling me as I kiss her a little deeper.
“Huh… didn’t think I’d see the day Reyes was whipped,” Lucy jokes, and I flip her off behind Riley’s back.
“Text me when the jolly-green-giant-asparagus-head leaves.”
That was a lame diss, but it’s all I got right now.
She nods, kissing me again before I let her down. “Oh, I will. I want to hear more about Vito’s crabs.”
“I got more dirt on him than that,” I joke. “I’ll spill it all.”
It feels real as I walk her to the door, as I give her one more kiss goodbye, and even more real after I shut the door and smile to myself behind the wood.
But I need to remember that it isn’t before I’m fucked… or maybe it’s time I admit I already am.