Chapter 31 Noel
Noel
“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.” - William Blake
“Let’s go out tonight.”
It was a Friday and neither Ten nor I had to work.
This had to be the second time in over a month we’d had the same night off, and it being a weekend made it even rarer.
But I’d been planning on going to Aspen’s.
Nights I got to spend the entire evening with her were few and far between.
I madly craved some quality time with my woman.
“Can’t,” I said, rushing to finish the assignment I had for History. “Got plans already.”
“What? You going to Dr. Kavanagh’s to earn your next A?”
Slamming my pen down, I stood up glowering at him. “That is enough of that shit. Don’t talk about her that way again. Fuck, don’t even think about her. You and I are not going there.”
“Dude.” With a nervous laugh, Ten shifted a step back and lifted his hands. “You know I’m just messing with you.”
My hands fisted at my hips. “Well, it’s not funny.”
“Hey.” Growing serious, Ten set his hand over his heart.
“When—and I say when, not if—this thing between you two goes south, I’m going to be right there for you, man.
I’ll hand you every woe-is-me beer you need and find you that next rebound chick to get her out of your system.
But until then, it is my God-given right as your best friend to lovingly harass you about it as often as possible. ”
I let out a long, weary sigh. “So, basically, there’s no shutting you up?”
He grinned, wide and ornery. “Oh, Hell no.” Then he plopped down into the seat next to me. “So what’s she like, anyway? She make you do it with the lights out? Cut away a little hole in the sheet to fit your whacker through?”
“Seriously.” I waved him away as if swatting off an annoying fly. “You’re not getting anything out of me. You might as well zip it.”
“But I’m dying of curiosity here. This is big. Like huge. And if I can’t talk about it with anyone else, I’m talking the shit out of it with you.”
I groaned. “Dear God, save me.” Picking up my pen again, I tried to get back to my homework. But my roommate just wouldn’t stop.
“So really, have you actually seen her naked? Like total birthday suit nude? She have a decent little body under all those clothes or what? I could get that, you know, her hiding her light under a bushel. I bet she turns into a fucking animal once you strip her down. Bam!” He slapped his palm on the top of the table. “She has nipple rings, doesn’t she?”
I rolled my eyes. “She doesn’t have...” Realizing I was about to confess that I had indeed seen her nipples, I quickly revised with, “...a belly button ring.”
“But her nipples?” Tenning pressed, leaning in and really getting excited as he slapped the tabletop. “Oh, fuck. They are pierced, aren’t they? I knew it! God damn, you are the luckiest son of a—”
I cut him a glare. “I didn’t say they were pierced.”
“But you didn’t say they weren’t.”
“I didn’t say she didn’t have a tattoo and you haven’t automatically assumed she has one of those, now, have you?”
“Oh, hell. She’s got a tat too? I think I’m in love. Where is it? Is it a tramp stamp? Bet it’s a butterfly.”
With a groan, I tried to concentrate on my history lesson, but Ten slapped the tabletop again.
“Seriously, cut that studying shit out already. Watching you turn scholarly gives me hives. Now get your ass into your room, change into some club-thumpers, and come with me to drunk it up.” When I just glared at him, he grinned.
“I’m not going to stop harassing you about her until you agree to hang with me tonight. ”
So Ten talked me into going out with him. When I called Aspen to bemoan my change of plans, she sided with my roommate, saying I needed to socialize as I always had or people might become suspicious. I still didn’t want to go, but I did.
I was bombarded as soon as I stepped into the frat house. I guess it’d been a while since I’d been out partying. Fellow football players slapped me on the back and stopped me for a chat. Girls slid me sidelong glances. And people kept refilling my cup as soon as it was close to being empty.
It was all so very typical, and yet now it felt off. Nothing here had changed, but I felt as if I had. I yearned for a quiet, peaceful evening at Aspen’s, watching a movie on her couch or experimenting on different takeout foods in the kitchen.
We’d cooked together. We’d showered together.
We’d eaten and slept together. Worked on homework together—her grading, me writing.
It was all so very domestic and maybe even boring, but I’d never been bored with her.
And I’d always wanted to go back for more.
And right now, in this crowded, music-thumping, party-blasting house, I just wanted to head to her place.
“Hey, Noel, baby.” Warm feminine fingers crept up my arm, making me jerk away and spin toward the redhead grinning at me.
Tianna’s friend. Marci, if I remembered correctly. “Hey,” I called over the noise, tipping my head to greet her in a vague kind of way.
She reached up on tiptoes and leaned in to talk into my ear. “Ready to cash in on the rain check?”
The threesome. Shit, I’d totally forgotten about that. As I glanced around, I spotted Tianna closing in on us. She waved, and my stomach swirled with unease.
Feeling cornered but wanting to let the girl down gently, I smiled at I shook my head. “Bad night.”
Biting her lip, she wrapped her arms around my bicep. “Tomorrow then? Please.”
Great. She wasn’t going to give up, was she? I winced. “Look, I appreciate the offer but...”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Who is she?” she asked, no longer smiling, and actually looking as if she was ready to cut a bitch.
Alarm raced up my spine, but I kept playing it cool. Clueless. I wrinkled my eyebrows. “Who’s who?”
“The new girl you’re fucking? I haven’t seen you with anyone around campus.”
“Marci,” I gritted out, growing annoyed with this conversation. “I didn’t want to be an asshole and say this, but I’m just not interested in you.”
She snorted. “Not interested?” Backing up, she splayed out her hands to encompass her body. “In this?”
Meh. I actually preferred Aspen’s look more. But I couldn’t say that. I could, however, put a dent in Marci’s inflated ego.
“Look, Tianna told me how obsessed you are about me. And I’m not looking for anything like that. I don’t do relationships, or clinging women, or sobbing midnight phone calls, begging me to give you another chance. And you have exactly that kind of drama written all over you.”
When her mouth fell open, I realized I’d probably gone a little overboard.
I sent her another apologetic wince and friendly pat on the shoulder.
Then I turned and got out of there as quickly as possible without looking as if I was bolting.
She didn’t follow, but I had a feeling I hadn’t heard the last from her.
I’d never been into cutting down a woman like that before, so whatever she did to me in response, I’d probably deserve.
I faced a whole new set of problems when I entered the next room, though. Less crowded, it had a couple couches sitting around a coffee table and facing a television. And my roommate was in the center of the action, drinking from a funnel and looking completely lit.
“Ow!” he shouted when he saw me. Jumping onto the coffee table, he pretended to strum a guitar like a rocker. “I got it bad. Got it bad. Got it bad. I’m hot for teacher.” Then he fisted his hands and pumped his hips, dry humping the air as he continued to sing the golden oldie Van Halen song.
I shook my head and sighed. “I’m gonna kill him. I am seriously going to kill him.”
“Hey, Gamble.” He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. “Sing it with me. Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad—”
“You’re fucking drunk,” I shouted back.
“No, really? How’d you guess? Hey, does she like to play naughty schoolgirl? That way, you could be her professor every once in a while.”
Quinn appeared next to me, holding a red plastic cup as he peered up at Ten. “What’s he talking about?”
“I have no idea.” I couldn’t stop glaring at my roommate, thinking up the quickest way to silence him.
Death.
Yes, it’d have to be death.
“What kind of stuff does she make you do for extra credit? Write fuck me silly fifty times in a row? Do you call her Dr. Kavanagh when you’re inside her? Hey, do you even know her first name?”
“Enough!”
“Think she’d lift my grade too if I offered to lick her—”
With a roar, I launched myself at Ten’s legs. When we both toppled over backward off the table, someone screamed and about a dozen players surged forward to break us apart. But I still got in a couple decent punches before I was pulled off him.
Quinn was the only one with enough muscle to drag me away. Breathing hard, I pushed him off me as soon as he got me alone in a brightly lit bathroom. But Jesus, I couldn’t believe my best friend on earth had just ousted me like that.
“I’m gonna kill him,” I muttered even as I grew sick to my stomach. Aspen would never forgive me for this. Oh, God. Had I just ruined her entire life? “I can’t believe he...he...”
“Jeez, Noel.” Hamilton tugged at my arm to get me to face him. “He’s drunk. He always talks stupid when he’s drunk.”
My chest heaved from how strongly I was breathing. “But he said—”
Quinn laughed and shook his head, looking completely unconcerned about how shit was about to hit the fan. “You’re not honestly worried we believed a word he said, are you? We all know how much you hate Kavanagh.”
When I shot him an irritated scowl, everything inside me was still too open and raw. The truth must’ve reflected on my face because his eyes widened.
“Oh,” he breathed, his mouth falling open as he gaped in absolute shock.
I hissed, “Shit,” and squeezed my eyes closed.
Damn it. Hamilton did not need to know about this. Too many people already knew. Hell, after Ten’s little show, I’d be surprised if everyone didn’t know. When I risked a glance his way, Quinn was still staring, badly.
“Look, it’s not what you think.”
He immediately lifted his hands and shook his head. “No. No, of course not,” he agreed. “I mean, after Coach Jacobi’s decree and the scandal on the volleyball team, you’d never risk her job and your own future like that, just to...” His eyes were wide and seeking. “Would you? You love her, right?”
It struck me just how truly innocent Quinn Hamilton was.
I’d never heard the kid cuss, or say one disparaging thing about anyone else.
He had that pure, boy-next-door edge about him and thought the best of everyone.
We all teased him about being a virgin, and looking at him right then, I had to wonder if he really still was.
He stared at me with his hero-worship gaze on. I was the leader of our team, and he’d always looked at me as if I could do no wrong. If I said the wrong thing right now, I could wipe out his entire belief system.
“Fuck, yes, I love her,” I hissed. And then it struck me what I’d just admitted, but what shocked me most of all was that I hadn’t lied. All feeling drained from my limbs, and my face probably went sheet white as I stumbled back to sit on the closed seat of the toilet. “Oh, shit. I love her.”
I loved Aspen.
“Don’t worry.” Ham leapt forward and patted my shoulder to support me when I buried my face in my hands. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear. I mean, you’re really one of the only friends I have here, so...” He shrugged and offered me a pathetic smile. “I don’t have anyone to tell anyway.”
God, he just seemed so...young. I couldn’t remember ever being that young.
I’d been wizened to the world since birth, always feeling responsible for someone, or avoiding a fight, or working to keep my nose clean.
I’d never been able to gain such blind devotion for anyone the way Quinn seemed to have for me.
“Are you seriously only nineteen?” I wondered aloud, finding it hard to believe someone could stay that pure for that long.
Quinn flushed and cleared his throat before he scratched his ear. “Actually, I’m twenty-one.”
“Huh? But you’re a—”
“Yeah.” He shrugged and glanced away. “I was held back in school a few years.”
For some reason, that reminded me of Aspen, who’d been pushed forward in school. It must really fuck with a person socially to mess with their schooling timetable.
I stared at him with a new set of eyes, and opened my mouth to say shit-knew-what when the door to the bathroom opened.
Ten stumbled inside. A cut on his lip looked like it’d just finished bleeding. His eyes were bloodshot, but he seemed to have sobered quite a bit, because he immediately started apologizing.
“Gamble, man, I am so sor—”
Rage boiled in my bloodstream as I surged to my feet. Winding back my arm, I punched him right in the eye. “You son of a bitch.”
He moaned and clutched his face. “Shit,” he muttered, bending over and dancing in place as if that would alleviate the pain. “Fuck, man. That hurt.” He straightened, clutching his eye.
I pointed my finger at his nose and growled. “If she gets any grief because of what you just did, I will never forgive you.” Shoving past him, I opened the door to leave, but caught a wide-eyed Hamilton watching us.
“And you.” I pointed to him. He gulped and shifted a step back. I still couldn’t believe he was twenty-one. Old enough to drink alcohol, or more importantly, serve it. “Do you need a job?”