6. Colin
Colin
I hardly pay attention in class because I know Mayson is back at my house, probably still sleeping.
I made the mistake of peeking in on her before I left.
I intended to see if she blocked her door, and when she didn’t I took that as permission to enter.
She may not be able to lock it, but she’s creative.
She knows how to keep me out, if she doesn’t do it then that’s on her.
I saw her laying in bed, so peacefully her dark hair contrasting the white sheets. Her pink pouty lips tempted me to take them with my own, but I held back. I lifted the blanket to see what she’s wearing since her clothing options are limited.
Thanks to me, of course.
Though, she’s not getting her panties back no matter what she does.
Before I left her room I made sure to grab the one jersey I left her for soccer and replaced it with one of mine. For the past couple of days since her little stunt when my friends were over, I let her think she was going to get away with it. I let her be comfortable and complaisant.
That’s over.
I’m waiting for her to retaliate once she finds out what I did, which is another reason I can’t pay attention. I can’t tell you a single thing that was talked about in class, and I can’t get out fast enough after the professor dismisses us.
I have a small break before my next class, then practice before I get to see Mayson again.
She only has one class before her own practice and this weekend the girls have an away game.
I don’t like that she’s going away. I’ve never cared as much before but now she’s mine and I want to make sure she and everyone she comes into contact with, knows it.
I have my headphones in so I can ignore everyone as I grab a sandwich. Sometimes I don’t care if people want to talk, but today I’m not in the mood. I stuff my face while walking to the building where my next class is and the hardcore music is pounding through my skull from the headphones.
Even as I sit down in class, I don’t take my headphones out. I pull my phone out to check Mayson’s location, and see she’s on campus, from her speed it looks like she’s walking. She’s not that far from where I am. I think about getting up and skipping just so I can intercept her.
“Alright everyone, hope you’re ready because we’re going to go over your final projects.” I inwardly groan. I’m sure I could get out of the stupid project, but I look down and see Mayson walked into another building and decide to leave her be.
She’s safe for a couple more hours.
At practice we run through some drills and then start a scrimmage. I’m trying my best to keep my focus completely on the game, but when I hear her voice I think I’m imagining it. Then it gets louder, and my teammates notice it too, which means it’s not just in my head.
“Colin!” Mayson calls out. I look over to see her pissed off. Her bottom half is in her shorts, shin guards and cleats ready to play. Her top half is only covered by a tight tank top. Her tits are pushed up at the top of it and I see red.
“Masters, deal with your shit another time,” Doc, our coach, snaps, but I’m already halfway to where my pissed off stepsister is.
“I’ll just be a second,” I call back.
Mayson holds out the familiar jersey and I smirk, but even when I reach her I don’t move to take it.
“Give me back my shit,” she demands.
“I don’t have it on me, feel free to try again later. And maybe try asking a bit nicer. I like the sweet ones.”
“Eat a dick, Colin.”
“I’d rather eat something else.” My eyes trail down her body and my jaw clenches at the thought that my teammates are probably watching and seeing her perky little tits on display. “Cover up. You have a jersey, wear it.”
“It’s yours.”
“Exactly. Put it on.”
“No.”
“Mayson, put the fucking jersey on or I won’t give you anything back.”
“So if I do then you’ll return my clothes?” Her tone is hopeful.
I clench my jaw. “Try it and find out.”
She hesitates and I see the way she battles with herself before reluctantly slipping the fabric over her head. “Happy? ”
My tongue runs over my teeth before I let the smile take over. “Extremely.”
Especially when she walks away and I’m able to see my name plastered across her back. I can’t help but watch her ass move as she leaves to go to her own practice.
“Masters, if you don’t get your ass back here I’m benching you.”
Without saying anything, I jog back onto the field.
If I were to open my mouth again I’m sure Doc would ream me even harder for what I say than she was already wanting to do.
She’s five-foot-two of intimidation. Except to me.
I respect her as a coach, but she doesn’t scare me like she does other guys on the team.
They’re either scared of her, or attracted to her. Or both. I’m neither.
“You’re walking a fine line,” Walker Bradford mumbles.
“Don’t remember asking you,” I retort.
Almost all of us are participating in the Rites, we all know how it goes. Some girls are feistier than others. I don’t think any of us thought Mayson would go down easily, I like seeing her pissed off. I just don’t like that my team also gets to see it.
Back when she was in high school, I remember threatening the entire boy’s soccer team her senior year. If any of them thought they were going to have a chance with her just because I was at Northgate, they were going to learn just how wrong they were.
One tried. Fucking Jack Brolin. I went home unannounced like I did a lot that year and he was over for dinner. I glared at him the whole time, and finally got him outside where I made it very clear he wasn’t welcome back in.
I waited until later that night to kick his ass, but I don’t think Mayson knows about that.
If she does, she hasn’t said anything to me about it. Which is not really usual for her, so I feel like she doesn’t know .
After practice is over I skip on the shower because I plan to take one at home.
With the door open, just in case my roommate wants to take a peek.
Or join me. Maybe I would let her just so I can put her in her place for the stunt she pulled today.
And the other day. And anything else I’m sure she’s planning.
I get home before her which I expected, so I take my time starting up the shower, getting undressed and into the hot water.
I try to listen for the door as I lather the body wash on myself though it’s not sudsing like it should.
That’s when I notice the smell is also different; I pause and then my skin starts to burn.
What the fuck?
I rinse off quickly, and when my skin is cleared, I notice it took the layer of hair off with it.
I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist and storm over to the other bathroom.
Without a care, I start ripping everything apart, searching for something—anything—and in the bottom drawer I find it.
The bottle of hair remover. I open it to smell and confirm it, as soon as the cap is flipped the pungent smell hits me and I just shake my head.
It’s a cute prank, a nice try. My intention is to destroy her. To break her down and then build her back up as only mine and this was nothing. Though it feels weird to have smooth skin, especially when I pull my clothes on.
I shake the feeling away and grab a beer from the fridge, sitting on the couch just waiting for her. The second the door handle turns, I don’t even look, just bring the bottle to my lips, taking a sip and biding my time.