34. Mayson
Mayson
A fter practice, I look at my phone to see I have a missed call from my mom. It only causes me to roll my eyes and toss it down while I change out of my gross uniform. The same one I’m thinking of leaving on Colin’s bed as revenge like he did to me.
“So are we going to talk about the other night?” Anja speaks up.
“What about it?” I shrug.
“The whole…ya know.” She turns around, wrapping her arms around herself and acts like she’s making out with someone.
A few of my teammates laugh, and I can’t help but join in as I toss a towel at her. She turns back around with a big smile on her face.
“You really are getting the ultimate revenge for the Rites, aren’t you?” Lucy nudges my arm.
“What do you mean?”
“Getting him to think you’re into him. Playing the perfect little hostage. I’m sure he loves it, and then when the season is over you can rip it all away.” She laughs almost manically and the rest of my team that’s paying attention joins in, all calling me a genius.
I forgot I told them that was my plan the other night and join in with agreeing that I have the greatest plan. I don’t like lying to them, I didn’t when I initially said it and I don’t like it now. But it gives them an explanation for why I would make out with Colin where everyone could see.
And then fuck him where no one could.
“How are you going to do it? Publicly in front of his team?” Chelsey sounds giddy at the thought.
“I haven’t decided yet.” I shrug as I finish getting dressed.
“I think the guys have been having a rough season anyway, them losing a bunch of their games may be amplified by some solid public humiliation.” Maeghen shrugs.
I can’t argue with that, from what I know Colin has been pretty pissed about the lack of wins they’ve had. Of course he always has someone to blame, and it’s never his fault.
I say goodbye to my team, and as I’m walking back home I glance at my phone again to see the missed call from my mom has turned into several more missed calls and I sigh, dialing her back.
“Mayson, what on Earth have you been doing that you’ve been ignoring me?”
“Uh, school? Soccer?” I’m already annoyed at the conversation and it’s barely even started.
“Why did you leave after Thanksgiving?”
“You’re just asking about this now?” I pull my phone back to double check the date because I’m pretty sure it’s been a week, but maybe I’ve teleported to some alternate reality and the last week has been a hallucination.
“Walter talked to Colin. I thought maybe your brother talked to you, and that you’d reach out. ”
I grimace. “Do not call him that, we are not related.”
“You’re family, but that’s neither here nor there. I gave Garrett your number so you could still go on your date.”
“Mom, you think I have time to date? I have too much going on as it is.”
“Temporary things. I know you think you want to be a therapist or whatever, but Mayson you don’t have to if you marry the right man.”
“Physical therapist, glad you pay attention. And my life goal is not to marry for money, mother.”
“I don’t understand why . I gave you good looks, might as well use them.”
I’m almost back to the house, and wanting to be off this phone call more than anything.
“Well, mom, you may not realize this, but I’m more than just my looks. I’m smart, athletic, and an all around good person.”
“Of course I know that, which is why you deserve the best, and to not have to struggle like we did for so long.”
“We were fine,” I grumble, looking up at the townhouse I’m sharing with Colin.
The modern architecture, the location so close to campus in Seattle, I know this place had to cost a ton of money.
It makes me hate it even more. Something about the fact that my mom thinks money is the end all be all when we got by with far less.
But then there’s people like Colin and Walter who have more money than they know what to do with and it doesn’t make them good people.
“Well now we’re even better. Think about it, Mayson. You can’t hide behind Colin forever.”
“I don’t,” I scoff.
“No, but he thinks he has some hold over you. Walter is concerned. Maybe some space would be good for you two. ”
I bark out a laugh. “Oh now you want us to have space. It’s a little late for that.”
The front door opens, and there stands my overly attractive stepbrother.
He must have been expecting me because what he’s wearing should be a crime.
The shorts he has on are short enough to show the viper tattoo wrapped around his thigh.
The cut off shirt he has on is completely open on the sides.
He leans against the door frame with his arms folded and eyebrows raised.
“Just think about it. And go out with Garrett. Even if he’s not the one it’s good for you to get out there.”
“You know what,” I say loud enough for Colin to hear as well. “I’m done with you, or anyone else telling me what I’m doing with my life. You can support me and what I choose to do with my life, or you can stay out of it.”
I hear her start to argue, but I hang up, done with the conversation.
Colin doesn’t say anything to me until I’m about to walk past him through the door. “That was hot.”
“Fuck off.” I push past him, storming into the house, done with everyone.
“That was even hotter.” He follows me into the kitchen.
“I’m not in the mood for whatever you’re planning or thinking, or just you .” I wave him off as I grab a water bottle from the fridge.
Colin leans over the counter, just looking amused. “Who were you talking to?”
I take a large gulp of water before answering, and he just waits. That stupid look remains on his face. “My mom.”
“What did she want?”
“What do you think?” I roll my eyes.
“They must be working together or something because my dad gave me shit about us recently, too. ”
“He knows?” I exclaim.
“He thinks he knows.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal.
“Thinks he knows what?”
“Hold on, we can revisit that after you tell me what your supposed plan is with me.” Again, he continues to look smug as shit, and my brain is moving a million miles an hour trying to keep up between the phone call with my mom, his dad knowing something, and now whatever it is he’s talking about.
“What? Can we stick to one fucking conversation?”
“No, the other shit doesn’t matter right now. I’m curious about what you’re telling your teammates.”
“None of your business,” I scoff, moving past him because I need take five minutes to untangle my mind.
“See, it is my business because one of my teammates overheard you say something about using me until the Rites are over and that’s it?” He doesn’t look as amused now. He looks scary with that look in his eyes that has me straightening my spine and preparing for a confrontation.
“And? You believe them?” I sass.
“Should I believe you?”
“You can do whatever you want. I don’t give a shit.”
“But you should. And if you’re not going to tell me, then you should run.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you’re not going to tell me willingly, then I’ll get it out of you.” He pulls out that mask from Halloween from behind him, and starts slipping it on.
The sight instantly brings back memories of that night, and the slickness between my thighs intensifies because I’m depraved.
“What if I tell you?”
“Better do it quick, my patience has just about run out.”