17. Mayson
Mayson
“ Y ou’re distracted,” Maeghen notes, and I look down at the ball at my feet that’s been there for I don’t know how long.
“I’m fine,” I insist. Even though yeah, I am distracted.
I have been all day. Hard not to be after Colin took my virginity, then left.
Even though I wanted him away from me it stung a little bit to hear him leave the house completely.
I don’t know where he went, who he saw, or anything, and knowing he just fucked me and may have gone to fuck someone else right after bothers me more than it should.
I know I have no say in what he does. It’s not like I even want him ever again, it still made me feel some type of way.
And it wasn’t a good thing.
I kick the ball back to her, hardly giving it any effort, and I know she notices.
“Does it have to do with you know who about you know what?” she asks, and I immediately think she’s referring to the sex, and rear back because there’s no way she would know about it unless Colin has been telling people .
Then I quickly realize she’s referring to the Rites, not what is done in the privacy of my bedroom. I stop the ball when it comes toward me, dribbling it before kicking it back over to her.
“No, I’m really fine.”
I look around to a couple of my other teammates who have been victims to the Rites, like Lucy having her hair dyed green and Blake with her hair blue. I guess that’s a positive to having such dark hair, I don’t have to worry about that.
Unless Colin decides to bleach my hair or something to make me look like one of the bimbos he usually has all over his dick. The thought has me sick to my stomach because then I’m back to thinking about where he could have gone last night.
I’m glad I brought his keys with me this morning before I left. I thought about driving his car into a ditch or something instead of just taking the keys.
I still could, I do have the spare, but I can’t risk myself getting hurt by doing something like that.
“Ladies, line up!” Coach Carmichael calls out and we all line up for whatever drill we’re about to run. Instead of being told what we’re doing she walks by all of us with our assistant coach trailing behind and I have a feeling we’re all about to get in trouble. “We aren’t stupid you know.”
“What’s going on?” Anja whispers to me, and I just shake my head because I have no idea.
“Do you girls think we’re stupid?” Coach asks, and I glance around to get any sort of hint as to what this could be about, but my entire team looks just as confused as I do. “I’ve been at this school for a long time. We all know about the Rites we just choose to let you kids have your fun.”
My heartrate kicks up in my chest, worried something big has happened for Coach to be bringing this up to us since it’s an unspoken rule and everyone tends to turn their heads .
“You girls have a real shot at winning the championship this year, and I refuse to let some bullshit tradition the boys team has stop you all from winning.”
No one speaks, but I feel like we’re all asking the same silent question. Wondering what he’s getting at with this little speech.
“I don’t care what you do, or don’t do in your free time, just don’t let it distract you from what’s important. Keep your grades up to comply with school guidelines for athletes and win the games.”
We all nod in agreement.
“Good, let’s go Vipers,” he announces and we move to get into our positions for a scrimmage.
I have no problem focusing on what’s important, and what always has been for me. Being Colin’s stupid target won’t change that. Even if he thinks he has control over me, my time, and my body, he couldn’t be more wrong.
I ditch all thoughts of him, because I already started practice distracted enough and I’m not going to let that continue. I’m going back to ignoring him, even if I’m stuck living in the same house as him, I’m not going to give him anymore than that.
Except maybe a few more headaches because we’re in the middle of a battle and I don’t have to talk to him to fuck with him.
My plan to ignore Colin works longer than I thought it would. I do my best to be out of the house the majority of the day, and when I sneak back in, I go straight to my room.
This goes on for a week, and I feel like each day that passes is a tick off a countdown because Colin will only be so patient.
But every morning I wake up alone and untouched.
And every morning my disappointment grows until I metaphorically slap myself in the face because there shouldn’t be an ounce of disappointment in my body.
I also still haven’t given back his spare key because I’m keeping that as my own insurance policy. Though, the weirdest part of all of this, he hasn’t done anything to me. No silly pranks, not even talking to me.
Nothing.
Because of that I haven’t done anything to him either, though I’ve been tempted. When he was at one of his games I thought about stealing all of his bedding and make him sleep on a bare mattress with bare pillows.
Then, I considered the fact that he’s a man and probably wouldn’t even think twice about that.
So I did nothing.
Halloween is fast approaching, and I know any semblance of peace we have is going to end on that day. Everyone knows Colin is going to have a party, and we all know how he feels about me being around for a party.
The good thing about my house actually having a tiny bit of reprieve from him is that I’ve been able to do what our coach wants, and focus on my grades and soccer.
We won our last game, and are all riding high on it, myself included.
“You coming out with us, Mace?” Blake asks while we’re all in the locker room after the game.
I shake my head. “No, I’m tired and going to go ahead and turn in.”
“You really want to go home? The last thing I want to do right now is that .” Blake grimaces and I chuckle knowing exactly why, but luckily for me what was once a torture chamber hasn’t been .
The bathtub with a nice soak is calling my name back home. A frat house that’s full of sweaty, drunk, and horny guys does not sound like my type of celebration. But my headphones, some good music, and a relaxing bath, now that is how I want to celebrate.
When I get home, it’s quiet and I know Colin isn’t here, but I‘ve become less and less concerned with where he’s spending his time lately because if he’s not bothering me then I’m happy.
I don’t care who he may be with, it’s not my problem and if they’re keeping him busy then at least he’s not seeking me out.
I get my bath started, dumping my lavender Epsom salts in the hot water before stripping off my clothes, and stepping in.
I lower myself slowly into the water, letting it soothe my muscles that are already becoming sore from the high pressure game we just played.
My music is playing in my headphones while I settle into the water.
I drop my head back and my body relaxes.
I’m not sure how long I lay in the water, a handful of songs play and I’m too comfortable to bother moving.
That is, until I sense something is off.
I’m not alone anymore, and my hackles rise. My eyes open, looking to the side I see him leaning against the sink with his arms folded.
Colin is just staring at me, he’s in jeans and a dark T-shirt, his dark hair is disheveled in the intentional way he always does. He’s looking at me like I’m the most interesting thing in the world, and all I can do is narrow my eyes at him.
“What do you want?”
He says something in response, but I can’t hear him over my music. I want to go back to ignoring him, and pretend like he isn’t here, but I also don’t trust him.
I take out my headphones, and move to cover myself by hugging my knees to my chest while stabbing him with my eyes.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He smirks, moving closer to me.
“What do you want?” I repeat.
“Already told you.”
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“That’s not my problem.”
I glare harder. “Get out.”
Instead of doing what I want him to, because he’s Colin, he steps right up to the side of the bathtub and kneels down on the floor.
He rests his arms on the edge, while his eyes stay locked on mine.
I expect them to roam over my body, but he doesn’t break the intense eye contact and it makes me squirm under his gaze.
His dark blue eyes seem even darker right now, and I do everything I can to hide my shiver.
Clearly, I don’t do a good job because with the way his eyes darken even more I know he can sense what he’s doing to me. He knows exactly what to do, and unfortunately for me I’m the one that’s most vulnerable right now.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he states.
“So have you.”
“I’m not now.”
“I wish you would.”
Colin dips his fingers into the water, swirling them around, slowly dipping them lower into the water until he’s grazing my thigh, and moving up and down my skin.
I watch, unable to move even though I know I should.
My body reacts against my will at his light touch.
It’s primed, remembering what it’s like when he really wants to touch me.
The way I want him to right now.
“Do you? Because you’re not leaving,” he taunts.
I swallow roughly, wanting to get out and away from him, but also wanting his hand to move up higher. To move to the sensitive spot between my thighs that’s already aching for more from him, even though I was sore for days after he fucked me. I crave it again, even though I shouldn’t.
“You’re in my way,” I tell him weakly.
He looks from side to side. “There’s plenty of room for you to leave. I’m not stopping you.”
His caresses on my thigh don’t let up, and even as he says he’s not stopping me, I feel like I can’t walk away. I don’t look away from his hand because if I do then I’m going to look at his face, and that may be worse. Especially right now as his hand is getting dangerously close to my pussy.
“If you want to leave, Mace, leave.” His voice is gravely, and only adds to my internal conflict.
I shake my head.
“You’re not going to leave? You’re going to let me touch you again?”
I swallow again, looking up through my lashes and nod once.
“I know you want me to, babe, but you’re going to have to do better than that to make it happen.”
My jaw drops as he stands up and leaves without a second thought. All I can do is drop down into the water and refuse to come back up for the foreseeable future.