❝As long as you are under the same stars as mine, I'll be okay.❞
Autumn Beck, a sarcastic italian journalism major studying at NYU.
Tatum never commits. Not to a place, a home, and especially not to boys. From her famous absent father and NFL star b...
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I am so thankful now I could kiss Jake's ugly ass. I grab the bottle of Advil and dry swallow a couple of pills. Last night was absolutely fucking crazy, which is understandable because we won our game against LCU—who were trash, I'm pretty sure my younger sister could run faster than them.
I cringe as I get up and stretch my cramped muscles. Even though we have weekends off, being a quarterback and captain, I usually practice every day. I can't risk having cramped muscles or an injury—not when the goal is making it to the draft.
I reach over the small nightstand to the left of the guest bed that Jake and his girlfriend, Chanelle, have let me stay in. As I turn my phone on a ton of messages flood the screen I scroll through them—most being the boys asking where I am and complaining about their hangovers.
Typical.
I'm almost to the end of the text chains when I get a new message
Hailey: Had fun last night ;) r u free 2day?
Rolling my eyes I leave her on read and turn off my phone. Obviously, if I fuck her a few times, she thinks she's my fucking girlfriend.
It's not like I don't tell girls it's a one-time thing. In fact, I like to think that I make that very clear. I know I'm a dick but it's their own fault if they get attached. Girls love to think that they can tie down the player, make him change his ways.
The truth is—I'm Asher fucking Stone.
I'm not changing for any pair of tits and pussy, no matter how great. The only thing I can manage to have are fuck buddies. Hailey was great at first—understanding that we were in no way exclusive and I could dump her whenever I want—until well recently.
I'm an amazing quarterback that has a really solid spot in the draft. I've come so far—I can't lose sight of everything for a chick.
And let's be honest—I'm Asher stone, Star quarterback, #1 bachelor at NYU, a certified player on and off the field. I can have any girl I fucking want.
I throw my phone down on the mattress and lift up the neckline of my shirt and take a whiff. I scrunch my nose breathing in the horrible smell of a mixture of the drinks I had last night.
I throw the shirt over my head and stroll to the guest bathroom which to my luck has a shower and towels all set up.
I take a cold shower and when I'm done I grab a towel and loosely wrap it around my waist. I cringe, practically hearing my mom's scolding for leaving a mess at the house I'm a guest at so I start tidying up and wiping the excess water on the floor when I hear a muffled sound.
The noise starts to come closer which starts to confuse me because Jake and Chanelle are heavy sleepers and would definitely not be awake at 9 am, not by their will at least. I'm about to step outside to see what the hell is happening when I hear my bedroom door fly open and the culprit walks, well dances in. The mysterious sound is now very loud and it's definitely a Taylor Swift song, whoever this person is sure has good taste in music.
