Chapter 5
Bastian Vos
My legs scream at me from this morning’s drills as I stand at the beer pong table waiting to see if Mike is going to actually make it into the cup this time. I laugh when he shoots the ball and misses the mark yet again.
“Bro, you fucking suck!” Zan scolds his partner, and I roll my eyes.
“God forbid someone beats you at something,” I mutter, and John elbows me in the ribs.
“You love poking the bear, don't you.” He smirks, and I wink.
“I do,” I reply and look back at Zan who stares me down with narrowed eyes. Why does his harsh glare turn me on so fucking much? He lifts his arm, and with the flick of his wrist, he sends the ball across the table and sinks it into the cup without breaking eye contact.
“Drink,” he growls, licking his lips. I lift the red solo cup, bringing it to my mouth and downing the shot. The bitter liquid burns my throat as I swallow. “Good boy,” he smirks, and I cough. John pats my back and I clear my throat as Mike and Zan both laugh from across the table.
“You good dude?” John asks, and I nod repeatedly.
“That Don Julio will get ya. God damn,” I reply as I let the lie linger in the air between us. Zan knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m the idiot falling into his trap.
Lifting my arm, I stare at Zan and shoot my shot, sinking the ball into the cup.
He rolls his eyes, picking up his drink and downing the shot.
We play this song and dance until we are down to the last cup, and I sway as I try to line up my shot.
Just as I shoot, some girl walks over to Zan and kisses him like she’s his girl or something.
The ball flies from my hand, missing the last cup.
I bow my head as he grabs her ass with one hand.
still sucking her face, and makes the last shot.
I watch as the white ball sinks into the cup and I slam my fists against the table.
I roughly grab the cup, take the ball out, and chuck it at his head as I swallow the shot.
Walking away, I find some random girl and pull her onto the dance floor, making sure I situate us right where I can see him.
I don’t know what the fuck I am doing anymore.
I’ve got my girl back home, and Zan being a fucking cunt to me.
I’m not sure if he’s acting like this to teach me a lesson because he’s captain, or if this all stemming from summer camp?
I should grow some balls and ask him, but everytime I try to get him alone, he either dismisses me like I’m not even there or a drink is being shoved down my throat.
The room spins a bit but I continue to dance along with the random girl grinding on my dick. She does absolutely nothing for me. I’m only dancing with her to get a rise out of Zan. Which seems to not be working because he’s nowhere to be found now.
“Yo, Bash. Open up bro,” John yells, holding a bottle of whipped cream in the air over my face. I open my mouth as the sweet but bitter cream fills my mouth and I stumble into someone, I turn and see Zan standing with a few guys I’ve never seen before.
“My bad,” I laugh, wiping my face, and Zan smirks.
“Bash, this is Carter,” he says, and Carter sticks out his fist and I bump it.
“Nice to meet you, bro,” I slur and we all laugh. Jesus, get it together.
“Ah, shit, my girl Dylan just arrived with her friend Amy. Shit!” he groans, and Zan raises a brow.
“And that’s not a good thing why?” he asks, and Carter huffs.
“Her brother is part of The Fatal Five. You heard of them right?” he asks, and Zan nods his head while I shake mine.
“Yeah, well, something is about to go down. When the lights go out, dip out and do it quickly,” he warns us, and I look at Zan, who nods.
What the fuck? I’m too drunk for this shit.
Suddenly, I’m flown into a wall from behind, nearly smashing my head against the wood. I spin as some asshole gets in my face.
“That’s my girl you’re dancing with,” he yells, and I laugh, which only makes him shove me back a step.
“Touch me again, bro,” I warn, and he rears back and totally misses my face as I move out of the way, only to slam my fist into the side of his head.
But suddenly, the lights go out, and I’m pulled from the room and out the front door.
I stumble down the steps as Zan moves quickly through the lawn.
“Slow down or I’m going to be sick!” I yell, but he doesn’t listen.
The moment we step foot onto the pavement, I keel over and vomit spews all over the street.
“Jesus, Vos, get it together!” he yells, and I flip him off, making him laugh.
“I told you to slow down. You don’t—” But I don’t get to finish the sentence because more liquid pours out of my mouth like I’m Regan in the damn Exorcist. Jesus. The concrete spins and I stumble a bit.
“Hold onto me, Buttercup. Let’s get you back to the dorms,” he offers, but I push him away.
“Oh, now you want to be nice to me? Fuck you!” I spit as I wipe my mouth.
“I’m just trying to help you. Let’s get out of here. You don’t want to mess with Fatal. Trust me,” he warns.
“Who—” But I keel over again, puking my guts up. Fuck! This is embarrassing and ridiculous. “Just go, I’ll be fine,” I tell him, and he huffs.
“Whatever, bro!” he says and walks off. I take a few steps and puke some more, but I keep moving the best I can. I just need to lie down, just for a second. Just to rest my eyes. So, I find some grass and lean up against a tree and close my eyes but a kick to the gut has them snapping back open.
“What the fuck?” I yell as Zan stands above me.
“Get the fuck up. I’m not leaving you out here like this,” he spits, gripping me by the arm and pulling me to my feet. Two girls run by us, and I bend over, hurling yet again, which only makes Zan huff. “Are you finished yet? We gotta roll,” he growls as I wipe my mouth and begin walking.
“You could’ve left me there. I was fine taking a nap,” I rasp, wishing I had some goddamn water.
“I was going too but–”
“But what? Don’t tell me you actually care.” I chuckle.
“Fuck no! Why would I?” he lies, but I don’t reply.
The rest of the way back to the dorm is silent. Thank God for that. When we finally make it up to our suite, he unlocks the door, and I immediately remove my clothes and fall face first onto my bed.
“Water, Buttercup!” he grits as a bottle hits me in the back. I grunt and reach for it and sit up.
“Thanks, dick,” I tell him as I unscrew the cap, bring the bottle to my lips, and chug its contents. Once I’m finished, I chuck it back to him and roll over, throwing the blanket over my head. Seconds later, the bed dips behind me and I still.
“Wh-”
“Shut up, go to sleep, You’re not dying on my watch,” he states, and I roll my eyes as he gets under the covers, pressing his chest against my back.
I can’t help but melt into his warmth. His lips brush the back of my neck, sending chills up my spine.
I try to let sleep take over, but when his hands trace down my ribs and over my stomach, I shiver with want.
I hate that he has this effect on me, and I wish I could tell him to fuck off after all the shit he put me through today, but I can’t.
I yearn for his attention, his touch. His hard cock pokes me in the back and I groan, biting my bottom lip.
“Must really suck to lay there with a hard cock, wanting me to touch you,” he breathes as his tongue licks the shell of my ear and his fingers toy with the band of my boxers.
“It does, but…” I trail off as a knock sounds against our door, causing Zan to jump out of my bed like it’s on fire.
Always the same shit. So terrified to be who he is.
I’m not one to talk but still. We have a lock on the damn door.
It’s not like someone can walk in on us.
He throws a shirt on and walks to the door, opening it.
I listen to the giggling, then the light from the hallway shines brightly, letting me know he let the girl in here.
“Shh, my roommate is sleeping,” he tells her, and I roll my eyes. He’s not seriously going to have this girl in here… is he?
“That’s okay. I can be quiet,” she purrs, and then I hear them kissing. No fucking way. I throw a pillow over my head because I can’t. I don’t want to hear him fucking some chick when I know his dick is hard for me. Fucking prick.
“Damn, Becky, your pussy is soaked,” Zan says to her as she moans. Nope, I can’t fucking do this. So, I roll over and reach for my phone and earbuds, putting them in my ears and turning some music on.
Fuck this and fuck him!