Never Saw This Coming

Operation Failure.

Maddy

"It's an operation called, getting Maddy laid," Max tells Cgc. I smack his muscly bicep. "Oh my gosh, shut the fuck up!" I say in a whisper. The three of us are at the school's cafe, 'studying'. We're mostly just talking shit. I didn't know we were talking about me now.

The two football players sit in front of me. Cgc smirks, sipping from his iced tea. Can he actually not? This is exactly why I didn't want Max to say anything, but he can never keep a secret. I hope he doesn't randomly blurt out the other things I've entrusted him with. Also, he said that very loud and there are many people around us.

"Haven't gotten laid in a while now have you, Madison?" Cgc says, taking a bite out of his baked good afterward. I narrow my eyes at him. Is he making fun of me or asking me to..you know with him? It's probably not the latter. "No, but don't rub it in my face. I've been busy. And distracted," I add. That's not true at all though. Maybe they don't know I'm as picky as I am. I don't want to start hearing men rant about how I'll never find anyone if my standards are too high. Men get their feelings hurt and never shut up. I'm not in the mood today.

My standards are high because they should be. If no one can live up to my standards and meet my needs, then I guess I'll be single forever. Big deal. I've been fine for 20 years alone so far.

"How can one ever be too busy to get laid? Make some time in your life for your needs," Cgc says. I roll my eyes, "I'm not constantly thinking about getting laid you sleaze." Cgc doesn't care that I just called him a sleaze because he winks at me. Just like the rest of his friends, he knows what he is —a player— and it doesn't bother him one bit. He'll accept that title any day.

"You should," Max says. "No, because then I'd be horny and sad all day like the both of you." I poke out my bottom lip in a fake pout. Cgc shakes his head, "We're," he points a finger between him and Max "not horny and sad all day because we actually get laid, so ha," he defends. Well, that's true. But men are men and I am me, so we're different. I enjoy hooking up as much as they probably do, but I'm not getting it done every single fucking day either.

"What's your body count?" Max turns to Cgc. Before Cgc answers that, I hold my hand up like I'm telling him to not speak. "Who cares, please? Talk about this when it's just the two of you." I roll my eyes. I forgot how difficult it is to have friends that are guys. They simply do not care and will discuss anything and everything in front of you. Especially Max since he's just that outspoken. It's weird talking about sex with a guy you've had sex with before.

Cgc, of course. I'd never sleep with Max.

"Okay, well we're going to the Alpha house tonight and getting you some dick. I'll even skip a lay tonight just to take you home if you need," Max says. "He will, not me," Cgc adds. I place my hands over my heart and lean back into the seat of the booth. "You'd do that for me?" I'm obviously playing around, not touched by the service at all. "Yes," he nods once "but don't get mad if I don't keep that promise." See. I knew he would add something like that after. Unlike most people, I don't have sex when I'm drunk. I like having sex when I'm sober and aware. I like remembering my nights. I'll get drunk afterward.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, let's do it."

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I walk into the party alongside Cgc and Max. My wingmen for the night as they called themselves. I stay between them while they greet people as we walk in. I only pay attention to anything else but the attractive guys they greet. Cgc elbows me, "Like any of the guys we just said what's up to?" Oh. I was supposed to pay attention to that? "Uh, not really," I lie. I definitely did, but I rather explore my options since we just got here. I also want to have a semi-good conversation with a guy before I decide to sleep with him.