Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

If That Is What You Consider Cool Then I Don't Want It

Hungry eyes were following Bo's every move as they did all of the time. Half of the football team stood below her, cheering on every sway of her hips. They anxiously waited for her shirt to hike a little higher. Every boy in the basement wanted to see what she was hiding underneath the material on her body.

As her knees slid across the marble counter, her hips moved back and forth. I watched as she pushed herself up before spreading her thighs over the counter. She knew how to move, and she knew how to do it so fucking well. I couldn't deny the feeling in my stomach as every move she made flowed like water, drifting side to side as she drowned me in her perfection. But I am not like Luke; I won't wait until she is drunk to show interest.

Her thousand-watt smile made butterflies flutter in my stomach - I was practically a fucking conservatory. When she turned to me, and her caramel eyes caught me, I felt the whole fucking zoo. She focused her gaze back on Luke, who said something that made her laugh.

The curly-haired beauty stumbled around the bartop. When she started falling to the side, I shot up from my seat, but she caught herself before she could hit the surface. The palm of my hand rubbed over my face roughly as I sucked in a deep breath.

I watched Luke guide her down. She kicked her legs over the edge, sitting in between him and one of his friends. Her legs rocked back and forth. When Luke's hand rested on her thigh, I watched her flinch. I shivered with hostility as her thighs clenched.

As he rubbed circles into her thigh, she tensed more, but his hand never left. His eyes met mine over the rim of his cup as he flaunted his piece of shit tendencies. All night, I waited for him to leave Bo long enough for me to get a hold of him. I either wanted to get her alone or him. I would be satisfied with her presence or putting him in his place again.

I watched her grow upset as she jumped down from the counter. My eyebrows furrowed in question as she walked away without a body following her. Miles pulled a cigarette from the sleek black container in his hands as he watched.

"Where is she going?"

My head moved back and forth. "I don't know."

She moved toward the bar, letting her hands run along the surface of the bottles in front of her. I straightened out my back as she grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf. Her tiny fingers flicked the cap off of the bottle before bringing the glass to her lips and chugging down the contents.

The stool I sat on fell to the ground as I shot up. She moved through the crowd, making me lose her as I searched for the girl drinking too much. When she popped back up on the counter, I could feel the inability to stay calm rising.

"You need to relax," Miles blew smoke into the air. "Either you are going over there, or you aren't."

"I can't let her drink like that."

"Then what is stopping you?"

"Her," I rubbed my face. "She hates me."

He cleared his throat before nodding up. "You've got company."

I turned to see a pair of white Converse standing in front of me on the counter. My eyes trailed up the legs covered in jeans to see a beautiful girl with a goofy grin on her face. Messy strands of her hair fell in front of her face as she waved down at me.

"Hi!" She peered down at us. "Hi, Miles!"

"Hello, babe," he chuckled.

"I don't feel good," she shrugged, tucking hair behind her ear. "I drank a little too much, but I don't ever drink. I am underaged, and all but Luke promised it was okay, and my drink didn't get spiked this time."