37. Colin
Colin
W e’ve hardly moved, I haven’t wanted to stop touching Mayson because I feel like if I let go of her, she’ll run away and never come back to me.
I wasn’t lying. I know I love her, and it’s the type of love that not everyone will understand, but it’s ours.
I know she doesn’t understand it yet. I’ve had years to come to terms with how I feel.
I’ve also always known how I am. She’s still figuring herself out, and that’s okay.
I’m not going anywhere, even if she tries to get me to.
Mayson’s fingers trail along my chest absentmindedly and I would’ve thought she would be asleep, but I know my girl. Her mind is moving a million miles an hour, and I want to know why.
“If you’re still trying to fight what we’re doing here you may as well give it up.”
She huffs, but keeps moving her fingers along the indents of my abs, up my chest to my chain I always wear, knowing that she loves to fuck with it so much.
“My dad knows,” I tell her.
“What!” she exclaims, sitting up suddenly.
“Sort of,” I try to soothe her.
“Explain.” She remains tense and I may have fucked up the one moment of peace we found ourselves in.
I groan, pulling her back down, and resting one of my arms around the back of my head. “After Thanksgiving he wanted me to bring you back to their house. He also basically said he knows how I feel about you.”
Outwardly accused me of fucking her, which I didn’t deny.
“And what did you say?”
I shrug. “Not much to say, but he did threaten to cut me off.”
“That would suck for you.”
“It would suck for you too.”
“Not really. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth like you,” she sneers.
“No, but you’ve benefitted since it’s been put there.” She starts to get up, already annoyed with me, but I hold her even tighter. “Don’t be like that. I want you to benefit from my silver spoon. We can share it.”
She scoffs. “I don’t need your spoon.”
“No, you don’t, but you can have it anyway. You don’t need to struggle again and I won’t let him take it away just because he doesn’t like us being together.”
“I don’t think that’s up to you.”
“It is,” I insist. I have my ways. She doesn’t need to know what those are yet, but I have them.
“My mom basically told me I need to marry for money and that none of my interests matter,” she grumbles with her mouth against my chest.
I can’t help but bark out a laugh. “Then she’ll be really happy for you to marry me. ”
“Hold on, we aren’t going that far.” She tries to push away from me.
“No, not yet, but you will. One day.”
“You’re crazy.”
I don’t deny it, because I know I am. Obviously marriage is something in the future, but she hasn’t even accepted loving me yet.
We’ll get there, one step at a time. Also, we have to deal with our parents first. As much as I don’t want to go back home to see them again, I know it’s going to need to be done.
Soccer used to be one of my favorite things to do. And generally it still is, but lately, I just end up pissed off at how shitty the team is this year. Reyes has been a mopey fuck and that’s hardly helpful on the field.
Everyone else either seems to be too distracted or not giving a fuck to play well.
It seems like I’m the only one able to handle the Rites and the actual sport we play.
I also don’t give a fuck about my classes, which takes something off my plate I guess.
Some of these guys actually care about their grades and finals coming up.
Mayson does too, which is why for the last few days she’s been a ball of stress. Between soccer, classes, and the anticipation of going home soon, she’s been constantly stressed. I have then taken it upon myself to relieve her of that stress, which I know she appreciates.
Even if she doesn’t say it.
Just like she hasn’t said she loves me back, and that’s fine. I’m not a words guy, I know she does even if she doesn’t know it herself yet.
After another shitty game we lost, we’re back in the locker room. Mads is grumbling to himself, which speaking of distraction, he has been as well. We’ve never chatted much so I don’t give a fuck to know why.
Reyes is looking at his phone for the millionth time and tossing it down looking even sadder.
“How’s the girlfriend?” I ask, knowing it’ll probably piss him off.
“Don’t fucking worry about it, Masters.”
“I’m not. She’d have to be real for me to worry about anything,” I goad.
He starts mumbling under his breath, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be so quiet.
I don’t even really care to know what he’s saying or what’s going on with him.
All I care about is that the team is shit, and he’s part of the problem.
So whatever is going on, he needs to figure it the fuck out.
Everyone does because it’s post season and we won’t get far. If we don’t then I might have to start kicking their asses for subjecting me to such a shitty final college season.
Maybe that’s why I couldn’t be captain.
Whatever, it’s not like Mads is doing the job well, the fucker is just as distracted as everyone else. I look over at him, finding him not paying attention to much around, and toss a towel at his head. He turns, scowling. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“My fooking problem is you’re not keeping the team up to standards.” I can’t help but throw in a jab at his British accent. What can I say, I’m just a dick.
“Piss off, Masters,” he spits, and because I’m in a mood after the loss I get in his face.
“No, if you’re not going to whip these guys into shape, then I will.” I shove him against the lockers, and he immediately reacts like I hoped he would, shoving me back.
“Masters, Keller, my office,” Doc booms, turning around and just expecting us to follow her.
I shove Mads again for good measure, walking ahead to get the verbal ass beating I know is coming, which is fine. She’s not going to kick me off the team or anything.
As soon as I walk through the door, our coach is standing behind her desk with her arms folded and glaring at me. “There a problem I should know about, gentlemen?”
I bite my tongue so hard I start to taste blood. I’m not scared of Doc, and I’m definitely not against talking back to her. But something like this I’d rather deal with Keller one on one not with our coach.
“No, Doc, tensions are just running high after the loss,” Keller says and I roll my eyes. Kiss ass.
“Masters?” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Yup, just some high tension.”
She looks between us skeptically, but clearly doesn’t want to deal with any more.
She’s already had enough bullshit to deal with the Rites going too far for some.
I think the science lab is still looking for all the dead frogs that were stolen.
I haven’t heard anything being done with them, but I’m sure it’s coming.
Unless whoever took them gets caught first. Good thing I’m not involved in whatever the fuck that’s about.
“I don’t believe either of you, but also don’t want to deal with anymore right now. Get out.” We’re dismissed, and don’t stick around to push our luck any longer.
“You happy, Masters?” Mads bumps my shoulder as we walk out.
“Nah, but Mayson will make it all better. Maybe you need someone to help you not be a miserable fuck.”
“Don’t worry about me or my dick. We’re both very happy.”
“I’m not worried. Maybe you have a made up girlfriend like Reyes.”
“Fuck off,” Eli calls out, and I shrug .
“Maybe you can deal with your own shit instead of worrying about the rest of us.” Mads tosses his shit back in his locker, and turns back toward me.
“My shit is handled.”
“You sure about that?” he questions, but walks out before I can clarify what he means.
I’m sure he’s just trying to fuck with me, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind warning that maybe he knows something I don’t.
I glance down at my phone to see a message from my dad, and my jaw clenches. It’s almost like he’s summoning us back home. I want to argue and fight it, but I’m also in the mood to fight.
I go home to see Mayson, and scoop her up. We have our parents to see.