40. Mayson
Mayson
I haven’t looked away from Colin the entire drive back to Northgate. I can’t decide if he’s lost the last little bit of his mind that I thought he may have still had. It’s either that or I’ve lost mine for being so head over heels in love with him.
His hand has been resting on my thigh the entire drive, but neither of us have spoken.
I just stare at him. His relaxed posture, with one arm extended onto his steering wheel, resting his wrist on it.
His eyes are focused on the road ahead, the street lights illuminating his face every time we pass underneath them.
His lips are quirked up in a smirk, and I’m sure he’s overly pleased with how he handled everything back there.
He pulls into the garage, and we’re immediately surrounded in silence when he cuts the engine. His eyes swing over to me, the weight of his hand still on my thigh. Tensions feel at an all time high as we just sit here in deafening silence.
“What happens now?” I finally ask .
“Now? I think we can start with you going upstairs, getting naked, and waiting for me.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, that’s what I think happens now.”
“I’m pretty sure you just got us cut off, so I’m more focused on that than you wanting to get your dick wet.”
Colin chuckles, getting out of the car, and I don’t follow right away. He comes out to the passenger side door, opening it and waiting for me to step out.
“Come on, I’ll explain inside.” I sigh, swinging my legs out, and standing. “After getting my dick wet.”
I shove him. “No, you’re explaining first, then maybe I’ll fuck you.”
“Oh baby deer.” He pulls me against him tightly. “You’re not going to be fucking me, that’s my job.”
I push away from him and he laughs as we walk inside separately.
As soon as I get to the couch, I drop down onto it, and wait to hear his explanation.
I need to know if I’m going to need to start packing my bags and trying to get my dorm back.
Blake isn’t there either and it wouldn’t be the same without her, but I’ll figure it out.
Living apart from Colin again would be an adjustment as well. One, I don’t particularly want because I think I’ve been officially Stockholmed.
He joins me on the couch, pulling my legs into his lap before explaining.
I tell him about my conversation with my mom, and he tells me about the one with his dad.
Especially the threat he made about revealing Walter’s affairs.
It doesn’t surprise me, even if it should.
I can’t help but laugh at the thought that my mom’s “perfect” life she thinks she has really is flawed beyond repair.
“After your tantrum you threw, you really think he’s not going to cut you off?” I question .
Colin shakes his head, pursing his lips, “Nah, he cares more about what your mom thinks than what we’re doing. They’ll get over it eventually.”
“Will they?” I make my doubt known.
“Probably not, but it won’t matter. I’ll go pro after graduation, and neither of us need them.”
I scoff. “You’re really confident about that for a guy on a team that’s on quite the losing streak.”
“The team may be, but I’m not. I already have shit lined up.”
I roll my eyes, my tone is sarcastic when I say, “Of course you do. Colin Masters always has everything all figured out.”
He moves my legs off his lap, and within a second is over me, his body covering mine, playfully pinning me down. “Yeah, I do. Anyone who knows me, knows that when I’m the striker, I’m going to score.”
“Oh my god,” I groan mixing with my laughter, wiggling underneath him. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“Good thing you love it.” He drops himself lower onto me, the pressure of his weight on top of me feels so good like it always does. His lips linger less than an inch over mine.
“Good thing I love you,” I whisper, hooking my finger in his chain, and pulling hip lips down to mine in a vicious kiss.
It’s brutal like it always is, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting every inch. He pulls back too soon, and I try to chase his lips with my own, but he remains hovered above me.
“Say it again.” He smirks.
I try pulling him back down by his chain again, but he doesn’t budge. I let out a frustrated growl that only makes him smile.
“Say it,” he demands again.
“You may be crazy, fucked up, and wrong for me in more than a million ways, but I love you, Colin. ”
He groans, dropping his forehead down to mine again. “I fucking love you, Mayson, I’m glad you finally caught up.”
His lips are on mine again, and this time neither of us stop. Neither of us slow down to let anything in the outside world distract from us. Our relationship may never be accepted, and we may lose the only family we have. But it wouldn’t be much of a loss because we have each other.
Other people may not understand us, our relationship, our connection. But it doesn’t matter because we do. We may not know what the future looks like for us, but I know one thing. I somehow, someway, fell in love with Colin Masters.
It’s crazy to think how easy everything has been after we left our parents. No dealing with family, needing to put on a show to impress my mom or Walter. Just Colin and me, lost in each other for days on end.
It’s like we created our own perfect world where it’s just the two of us. I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, to get an eviction notice or something on the door. Or that our tuition has been pulled, but none of those things happen.
Colin may have been right, and his threat to his dad worked. But neither of them have reached out to us either. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time, but truly, they’re the last thing on my mind.
Even school has been on the back burner because soccer has taken over almost completely. It may be finals time, but it’s also the post season. And all my focus is on the championship.
The guys, not so much, and I’ve had to hear about every mistake Colin’s team has been making almost every game. And then he takes his frustrations out on my body, which I will never complain about .
Of course the cocky bastard is right about the teams shitty performance not affecting his chances of going pro.
Because he showed me his offers from a couple teams. He really is a good player, and his ego isn’t entirely misplaced.
Which only makes him more unbearable at times, but also only makes me love him even more at the same time.
I also benefit from him celebrating every time he gets an offer because he likes to take his good moods out on my body as well.
I do the same with every win my own team has, then coming home and using Colin as my own personal jungle gym. Which I know for a fact he doesn’t mind either.
We’re living in some sort of bubble I never expected to be in with the man I was convinced hated me from the moment we first met.
Turns out there’s a fine line between love and hate, especially with him.
It also turns out we both like toeing that line and how it feels when we fight, and then how it feels even better when we make up.
The guy’s team is out early in the postseason, but we’re in the finals and it feels damn good.
Even better, Colin gets to come cheer me on at my games.
I know a lot of the guy’s team has been coming to our games.
It might have something to do with a couple of budding relationships that stemmed from the Rites.
Even if it’s not, it’s definitely a way for us to shove the fact that we’re better right in their faces.
My mom has never been one to come to my games, but something about this being the championship and knowing she’s not going to be here feels like a final nail in the coffin of our strained relationship. It’s always had issues, but she’s made her choices.
And so have I.
I hate that I have one more year of school left, aside from grad school, but I’m hoping to get a scholarship so I don’t have to deal with worrying about being under anyone’s control.
Including Colin. Despite what he says about doing whatever he can to help me, I don’t want it.
I don’t want to rely on anyone other than myself.
“Who’s ready to kick some ass?” Lucy calls out right before we’re about to run out onto the field.
We all yell out, “Go Vipers!”
Then we’re headed out onto the field. We get in position, and I can’t help but look up into the stands where I catch sight of the entire men’s soccer team in the stands, standing and cheering.
“They’re trying to fuck,” Anja jokes.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I think they are, actually.”
“Good. I volunteer.” She waves up at the stands and I laugh harder.
My eyes find Colin easily, and he winks at me. I volunteer too, but only for that one. The cocky, asshole striker. That one is mine.