Wanting Winter(71)

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” She starts to head to the door.

“Sasha,” I call out and she turns, giving me a questioning look. I jump off the bed and walk towards her. “I was wondering if you’ve ever watched me play.”

“Sorry, I don’t watch football. I find it very boring.” I chuckle at her honesty.

“Well, maybe you should watch me train sometime. Tomorrow, come to my practice.”

“Why would I do that?” She crosses her arms.

“Because you want to see what the fuss is all about,” is all I say as I walk around her and head to the cafeteria. I really hope she does come.

I walk into the cafeteria to my usual table, glaring at Danny and Nathan. They wear apologetic faces while Aaron has a shit eating grin, knowing I’m going to give them an ass kicking.

“Where the fuck were you guys? Do you want me to get suspended? Do you not want me to play in our next game? If that’s the case, just tell me now and I’ll let Mr. Atkins kick my ass out,” I grunt out.

“Hey, man, we’re sorry, there were a couple of cheerleaders, you know how it is.” Nathan chuckles and I just glare at him.

“Do you think those cheerleaders will be all over you if you lose the next game? We are a team and we need to help each other out. Stop thinking with your dick, you get me?” He nods.

“Bros before hoes,” Aaron says, leaning back and I roll my eyes.

“How was working with the music nerds?” Danny asks me. I don’t mean to, but I look over the room to where Sasha is laughing with her friends and when I look back to the guys, all their gazes are on where I was staring.

Shit.

They all give me knowing smiles and I inwardly groan.

“She is a nice piece of ass.” Danny looks back over to her. “She has that sexy, nerdy, librarian look to her. Is she your next conquest?” Before I have a chance to answer, Aaron starts laughing.

“He wishes.” He continues laughing. “She can’t stand being around him. You should have seen her before, stomping over to the principal’s office because she didn’t want us jocks to be anywhere near the talent show. He has as much of a chance with her as I have with our English Lit teacher.” Nathan and Danny chuckle with him.

“I think if he wanted to, he could bag her,” Danny says.

“You didn’t see how she was around him.” Aaron leans back in his chair. He didn’t notice that she was actually nice to me once we were alone.

“I agree with Danny boy, if Colin wanted to fuck her, it would happen. Come on, it's Colin. Who says no to Colin?”

“Guys…” I try to butt in.

“You wanna bet?” Aaron sits up straight.

“If you are prepared to lose.” Danny smiles.

“You are so on.”

“Guys, you do know I’m right here, right?”

“You think you could get close to Miss Goody, Goody?” Aaron asks me.

“If I wanted to, but that’s not the point…”

“Right, let’s see how far Mr. Player can go then. If he can get her to sleep with him then you win,” Aaron says, interrupting me again.

“What do we get if we win?” Nathan asks.

“Guys…” I try and stop this.

“Two hundred bucks.” I get ignored again. Danny and Nathan laugh.

“Not worth it.”

“Fine, five hundred.”

“Deal.” They shake hands and I put my own up in exasperation.

“Aren’t you forgetting one thing?” They all look at me, confused.

“What?” Aaron asks.

“For me to agree with this childish shit. I am not going to try and fuck someone because you guys made a stupid bet.” I stand up and head towards the doors. I hear my name being called out and a few girls bat their eyelashes as I walk past them.

“Come on, don’t you want to see if you really are God’s gift? To see that you can really have anyone you want?” Nathan pleads to me.

“Even though in the process we are fucking someone over?”

“You fuck and ditch all the time, so why would this be any different?” I hate how he is describing me. I’m not that bad. I look back to Sasha and yeah, I would love to get between her thighs, feel her tight cunt around my dick, but knowing I’m doing it for my friends to earn money seems seedy.

“I think deep down he knows he won’t win,” Aaron tries to goad me. “He knows she will turn his ass down.”

“See, you have to prove him wrong. Let’s do a bet on how far he can get. Each base he gets to, one hundred dollars is added. One hundred for a passionate kiss.” Aaron rolls his eyes. “Two hundred for under the shirt feel up, three for a hand-job, four for a blowjob, five if she lets him go down on her, and six if they fuck.”

“What do I get out of all this?” Aaron complains.

“You scared he will be able to do any of those things?” Nathan chuckles.

“Sex is harder than a fucking kiss.”

“Fine, he has a week to reach a certain base. Week one, he needs her to kiss him, the second week for her to let him feel her up, etcetera. If he doesn’t manage that base on that certain week, you win the money for that week. Makes sense?”