When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(4)
There isn’t a good enough reason to look away from someone like Graham.
He’s just not something you want to miss.
Chapter Two
Present Day
-Graham-
“He was practically naked while his girlfriend just stood there and watched it all go down,” Mark explains shaking his head in disbelief at what happened over the weekend.
I laugh not giving a fuck if I’m disrupting anyone, as usual. Even after Mr. Stevenson has cleared his throat a handful of times in some sort of warning, I still can’t find the want to quiet down. That never works anyways. Mr. Stevenson should know better by now.
Apparently Craig, the fucking idiot he is, hooked up with a freshman’s girlfriend at a party. The kid didn’t find the humor in finding his innocent girlfriend losing her virginity to someone who wasn’t him. They never do, really. Craig has no shame. He never has which is why I’m not surprised. The guy would walk around with his dick in his hand all day if it was socially acceptable. He pulled out of the na?ve freshman not even bothering to put pants on before kicking her boyfriend’s ass.
Craig makes the rest of us all appear to be respectful gentlemen. There have been numerous of nights where his crude sexist humor lands Mark and me into the pants of distraught girls.
He’s sort of the perfect wingman.
“Where the hell was I when this all went down?” I question tapping my pen on the table. By the look of disdain on Mark’s face I’d say I know exactly where I had been.
Mark rolls his eyes drastically confirming my suspicions.
“Balls deep in Amanda if I were to take a guess,” he utters under his breath.
Amanda and Mark had been hooking up during the summer. Something happened. It’s evident through their heated exchanges and the fact that she slapped him last week in front of everyone in the hallway. Since the summer he’s had a look of hatred whenever she even breaths the same air as him. It’s entertaining for the rest of us at this point. We’ve all learned to ignore the backhanded comments and name calling. It’s safer that way.
I look up to see Mr. Stevenson glaring his beady little eyes at me. “Mr. Black, can you tell me the difference between the Republican and Democratic parties here in the United States?” he asks interrupting Mark’s and mine conversation about Craig’s latest stunt.
I’m watching Mr. Stevenson eye me down knowing damn well that I don’t have the answer for him. He waits patiently. This is the point where I either bullshit my way through or own up to not knowing what the hell is going on. Those are the only two options of my survival for this class.
Schools complicated for me. I know that teachers aren’t dying to have me in their classrooms. I’m not the easiest student to have sitting in their desks. I talk out in class. I spend most of my time talking shop with my teammates and talking my way into the pants of my next conquest. I rarely have any clue as to what the hell we are learning. I’m not a complete idiot like they all want to believe. Everyone knows it deep down, but they just don’t bother to say anything. I just skim by with the bare minimum because I am who I am.
Mr. Stevenson has made it his mission to call me out whenever he gets the opportunity. He’s also the only teacher in this school who doesn’t give me a little bit of slack. Most of the staff has a silent understanding that I’m the schools only chance at winning a state championship.
It doesn’t hurt that most of the staffs families are employed by my Grandfather. In this town that entitles me to just about anything if they want their families to be able to supply food to their dinner tables come Thanksgiving time. A few turn a blind eye if I don’t turn in homework assignments or don’t even bother to show up to class at all.
Ms. Crandall gives me A’s on homework that I don’t even remember doing just for giving her a few compliments here and there. Somehow I have perfect attendance in all my classes except Government. There’s no big surprise there though.
“Umm…” I’m silent knowing that I don’t have the answer he is looking for. I look to Mark for help. He’s a dick. All I get is a shit eating grin from him. I debate on giving my usual smart ass remark since everyone’s eyes are on me at this point. That’s what they all expect from me anyways. Weighing the odds, I know that will only land me in detention.
Coach will kick my ass if I get another detention after school. He’d make me run laps around the field like always. Laps are his go to punishment. He finds some sick pleasure in our pain like most great coaches. The first time he forced laps on me was sophomore year when I was skipping class to go hook up with…
What’s her name?
Sexy as sin brunette, huge tits, tight ass…legs for days!
How could I forget that name?
---Darcy Williams.
I can practically feel her lips wrapped around my dick still.
Darcy was a senior. God damn, the girl was gorgeous with the longest legs imaginable and these outrageous green eyes. They were exceptionally nice to gaze into while she was on her knees looking up at me for some form of approval. I took her up on the offer like any other red blooded male would when she propositioned me outside of the locker room that day.
I got caught coming back into school after the final bell landing me with detention for a week and running at practice while the team watched. They all laughed knowing that the smirk on my face was one of amusement. Coach is always tough on us. That day I learned that Darcy was well worth every single lap I ran. She gave me the most amazing head I’ve ever had to date. I swear the girl didn’t have a gag reflex. I could feel the head of my dick beating against her tonsils.