"And I remember when you used to place bets on girls like me; now you're marrying one."
He pulled me close to him, the room disappearing from around us as he gazed at me intently.
"There are no girls like you," he said, bringing his lips down to mine before I could protest.
I'll let him have the last word, but only tonight.
Forty-Three
Bonus Chapter 1
BAILEY
"Anyone?"
Chase smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
"Let's face it. If a girl doesn't want to fuck you, she'd want to fuck me. Vice versa. We have all bases covered. So yeah, I reckon between us, anyone."
He was a cocky prick. But then again, maybe he was right. We had just finished practice. I wiped my jaw with my towel, draping the towel around my neck as I turned to him, considering what to suggest.
"But you want to see which one of us is better? It's me, dude. Give up."
Chase scoffed as he sprayed deodorant, pulling a face at me.
"Let's go for someone different. Someone that isn't easy. It can't be anyone we've fucked before either." He pointed the finger at me as I pulled my hoodie on and strode towards the exit, gagging for a drink. My muscles ached as I tossed my bag onto the floor beside the vending machine, scrutinizing the machine's contents. Fucking diet soda everywhere. I wanted sugar. I punched in the number for the full fat cola and waited as the machine dragged the can forward painfully slowly.
"Who's that? She's alright." Chase leaned on the machine as I bent down, sliding my hand into the bottom and grasping the cold can.
Fucking yes, get in my veins.
I glugged the drink as Chase nodded behind me. Then, as I wiped my mouth, I turned to see our new victim. I frowned as I studied her, unsure why he had picked someone so... different.
"Why her?"
Chase shrugged.
"I can't see many girls we haven't fucked, if I'm honest. Can you?"
I nodded slowly, watching the girl put her things into her locker, dropping books as she bent awkwardly to pick them up. Her hair hung around her slender shoulders, and I wondered why I had never noticed her before. Sure, she was plain, but she was pretty.Very pretty.
I shrugged, turning towards Chase.
"Yeah, alright. A hundred bucks I get her into bed."
Chase laughed as he shook my hand.
"Be prepared to cough up, my man. You don't share any classes with her or anything, do you? She's in mine." He winked as he walked away, leaving me staring at the girl.
What was her name? I noticed our class representative walking toward me, and I beckoned him, his eyes wide.
"Um, yeah?" He clearly wondered why I was talking to him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.
"Do you know her name?" I nodded to the mystery girl, and he frowned before turning back to me.
"Annabelle Aurelle," he stated proudly as I nodded, patting his back so he could carry on walking. What a nice name. But I preferred Anna. I studied her a bit longer until her friend, Ray, joined her. Ray was a stunning Hawaiian girl who had a thing for older guys, including my brother. But there was something about the way Anna chewed her lip and looked up at Ray in what was that? Adoration? Awe? My eyes traveled down her body, and I nodded.
I could do this; I was sure of it. I just needed to think of how to approach the situation. I watched as she pushed her hair back behind her ear, listening intently to Ray chuntering about her weekend. I became distracted, my eyes on Annabelle's lips, the way she bit into them, her teeth leaving an indentation as she released it slowly. Her eyes were wide and doe-like, framed by thick dark lashes. She turned and followed Ray, letting out a little sigh as I cocked my head to the side. She was cute.
