Chapter 6
TROY
Coach Clarkson went hard on us during training, so now we’re licking our wounds at Tailgaters, a college bar two blocks from my place. I just told Andreas and Danny about my new roommate, and now they’re staring at me with matching stunned expressions.
“You’re joking, right?” Andreas finally snaps out of his stupor.
I take a sip of my beer before I reply, “Nope. It turns out Charlie is best friends with my grandmother. I didn’t think it was worth upsetting her over that girl.”
“Yeah, but she was horrible to you,” Danny argues. “What if she’s a bitch 24-7?”
“Then I’ll kick her out, and Grandma won’t be able to say a thing. Besides, she needs this room badly. She’ll be on her best behavior.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to behave.” Andreas raises an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to be an ass on purpose.”
He shrugs. “Whatevs. It’d be the easiest way to get rid of her.”
“Nah. She’ll move back to her old place once the landlord finishes renovations.”
I sense the lie as soon as it leaves my mouth. Charlie said her old place was a dump. She’ll never move out of her own accord. But I won’t resort to douche tactics. Maybe it won’t be as bad as everyone thinks.
Or maybe you’re just thinking with your dick, Troy. She sure looked hot in that Sailor Moon costume. Fuck.
My cock stirs in my jeans as I remember Charlie’s getup. It’s not helping my case that I took a picture of her… and I might have jerked off to it as well.
“Uh-oh. Troy has gotten the look,” Danny pipes up, bringing me back to the present.
My erection is now straining against my jeans, but if I try to find a better sitting position, the guys will immediately know about my situation.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I take a large gulp of my beer, hoping the alcohol will give me some relief.
“Oh yeah. The look. I think our friend is not telling us the whole story. Come on, Troy. Spill it already. Why did you agree to let Miss Stick Up Her Ass move in with you?”
I shake my head. “There’s nothing going on. I’m just helping her out.”
Andreas watches me through slits. “Right.” He turns his attention to his phone, and after a moment, a victorious grin splits his face. “Aha. Mystery solved.”
“What?” Danny leans closer to look at Andreas’s screen. “Oh. You didn’t say Charlie was hot.”
“She’s not hot. She photographs well.” I chug the rest of my beer, dropping the glass back down with excessive force. “I’m going home.”
“We just got here.” Danny glances at me.
Andreas elbows his arm. “He has a reason to hurry back. There’s a sexy nerd waiting for him.”
I get up and throw some money on the table. “You can be a real dick sometimes, Andy.”
With a knowing smile, he leans back in the chair, linking his fingers behind his head. “Don’t hate me because I’m right.”
“Whatever.”
I stride out of the bar, ignoring the hungry glances I receive from the girls I pass.
If they’re looking for cock fun, Andreas and Danny will gladly provide that.
I love sports, but banging as many chicks as I can is not one I care for.
That’s Andreas’s department. I’m not a saint, of course.
I do hook up; I just don’t make a game out of it.
When I turn on my street, I don’t see a moving truck.
Charlie told me she’d bring all her stuff today.
Maybe she’s done moving in. We don’t have a garage, and to my annoyance, Charlie took my usual spot in front of the house.
Grinding my teeth, I drive a little farther until I find another parking space.
The walk back to the house serves to turn my irritation down a notch.
If I tell her not to park in my usual space, it’d be a dick move.
Besides, it’s not reserved for me. Any of our neighbors can park there. They simply don’t out of courtesy.
I’m looking forward to chilling out and playing a video game, but when I walk into the house, I realize that’s not happening tonight.
Charlie didn’t simply move in. She took over my entire living room.
There are a bunch of boxes spread in the area, some still shut but others with spilling contents.
Loud music is pouring from her room upstairs.
“Charlie?” I call out.
I hear her hurried footsteps on the wooden floor, and then she appears at the top of the stairs wearing an oversize T-shirt and nothing else that I can see. Her legs are long, tan, and lean, and they’re making my life seriously difficult at the moment.
Fuck me.
“Hi, Troy. Sorry about the mess. I didn’t know you’d be home early.” She runs down the stairs, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. The action lifts her shirt, revealing tiny jean shorts that barely cover her sweet ass.
“We have a six-hour bus drive tomorrow and a game on Saturday. Can’t really stay out late.” I stare at all the costumes and props that are covering my couch at the moment. “What happened here?”
She starts to collect the dresses that are draped over the back of the couch. “Oh, since I have so much more space, I decided to bring my stuff out of the storage unit. But I was doing a triage, and things kind of got out of hand.”
“No kidding. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have my couch back.”
Charlie winces, and that’s when I realize my words came out a little too harsh.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll get this cleaned up right away. I’m not a messy girl, I promise.” She quickens her pace, grabbing a load of clothes and tossing them back into boxes.
“Let me help you.” I bend over to grab one of the closed boxes to bring up to her room when the bottom gives out. A myriad of clothes and objects falls out but luckily nothing breakable. “Okay, who did the packing?” I stare at the mess at my feet.
“I did, and don’t give me that look. Some of those boxes got damp in storage.”
I set the damaged box aside and bend over to retrieve one specific item that caught my attention. “What kind of cosplay are you into?” I show her a wooden dildo the size of my forearm.
Her blue eyes widen behind her glasses, and her plump lips make a perfect O. “Oh my God. Give me that.” She snatches the dildo from my hand and hides it behind her back.
Her face is now brighter than a tomato, which makes me laugh.
“Hey, I’m not judging. But seriously.”
“This wasn’t part of a cosplay. This was a gag gift.”
“That you decided to keep.”
“Of course I did. It’s an antique.”
“If you say so.”
“Oh, shut up and help me clean up this mess.”
I arch both eyebrows. I can’t believe Charlie just gave me an order. “Excuse me?”
“You’re the one who dropped everything on the floor.”
“I was just trying to help. It’s not my fault you have terrible packing skills.”
“I don’t have terrible packing skills.” She throws her hands up in the air—one still clutching the megalodon of all dildos.
A burst of laughter hits me again.
“What’s so funny now?”
I stare at the object in her hand, making her roll her eyes.
“Oh, grow up.”
“That’s rich coming from the girl who still dresses up as fairies and princesses.”
Her eyes narrow as she throws me a death glare. “Are you calling me a child?”
I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets. “If the shoe fits.”
“I knew things were too good to be true.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” My good humor vanishes in a flash.
I sense she’s about to blow a fuse, but whatever she was planning to blurt out gets stuck in her throat.
She shakes her head and says, “Never mind. Give me ten minutes. I’ll get everything packed.”
I was still willing to help, which is fucking crazy. But I sense that if I try, it’ll only make matters worse.
Damn it. It’s our first day as official roommates, and we’ve already argued over nothing. This will only lead to a bitter coexistence or angry sex.
My cock is totally on board for the latter.