His P.O.V
What. The. Fuck.
Literally what the fuck did I do last night.
By the pounding in my head I'm going to guess it was a good night. My memory was very here and there of last night.
The last thing I could fully remember is Tyler and I sitting and predicting what freshman girls would slutify themselves before the year was over.
Damn was it a good night, probably the best one out of the four years I had gone.
A sleep filled smile spread across my face before I turned over and slung my arm over a pillow.
Wait a second.
Pillows did not have boobs and certainly didn't feel like skin. Oh thank my heavenly sky's. My six month long dry spell had been ended,Oh glorious day.
My only worry was hoping it hadn't been a freshman because that my friend was fucking creepy.
Opening my eyes I was greeted by the sight of a girl with a somewhat petite tiny frame.
Jesus Christ I did sleep with a freshman didn't I. Way to go Leo starting out senior year by deflowering the underclassmen. How stupid could I have been to sleep with a freshman. Even better question how drunk could I have been to do that.
However mid thought the body moved and turned over. Revealing an even more terrifying sight.
Not in that the girl had makeup smeared everywhere or her hair was all over the place. In that case it was the exact opposite as she was actually gorgeous. It was just mortifying as to who it was.
Stuck in my position afraid to move I watched as her eyes fluttered in which I immediately removed my arm.
"LEO!" She shrieked in absolute horror.
"Fucking Christ Marisa stop screaming" I said clutching my head.
Without word she got out of the bed and began rummaging around and sliding into her clothing. I mean I wasn't going to complain because even for a small girl she had some curve to her.
"It would greatly help in reducing my urge to vomit of you quit staring" She growled slipping her shirt over her head.
"But I can't help you have such a nice body baby" I smirked watching as her jaw clenched.
"Ew, go take your perverted self and deflower some of the freshman that were hanging off your jock last night" She said before tossing on her jacket.
"I deflowered something alright" I chuckled looking at her.
Watching as she flung the door open and turned around to look at me.
"I'll let you think that if it helps your ego because clearly it's compensating for a lack of something else" she said before exiting. Her hurried footsteps heard through my house.
Wow, that girl could pack a punch figuratively and literally. As I had experienced both more then once. Her words had seemingly made my blood boil.
How dare she insult me like that, I mean I could take a lot from her but that was too far. And I knew she was lying because well I just knew.
Finally deciding to get up and get something for my raging headache I slipped on some boxers.
Walking into the kitchen I clutched my head as I made my way to the medicine cabinet. Opening and rummaging around until I found the Tylenol. Taking two and popping them in my mouth and swallowing.
"You know sleeping with your best friends twin is a risky game" A voice spoke causing me to turn around.
And there was Anthony sitting with the daily paper in his hands. Folded over as he looked at me.
"I didn't sleep with Marisa, she crashed in my room" I lied.
"First off jackass, you two have the worst case of sex hair. Second of all I could hear you and God was that disturbing and third the giant scratch marks and hickeys say other wise" He said giving me an all knowing smirk.
"Are you fucking serious" I growled running into the bathroom.
Examining my body it was looking beyond fucked. The scratch marks began at just below my shoulders and trailed down to my hips. Small puncture marks at the top and center of my back from her nails.
Not to mention the lovely black and blue marks that covered the majority of my collar bones and somewhat trailed up my neck.
What the hell had last night been like, because it looked as if she had gone to war on my body. Like had we seemingly fucked out the hatred we felt for one another.
I almost laughed at my own thought as we both know that if anything this intensified the hatred we had felt for one another.
"See what I mean" Anthony stood in the doorway adjusting himself on his crutches and cringing a bit.
"You okay Ant" I asked reached over in case he had lost his balance.
"I'm alright, just feeling it a little more today" He said before making his way back into the other room.
I felt so bad for Anthony, this kid had quite literally been knocked down in his prime. And anyone that was on the field that day remembered it.
It had been a normal practice in which case Anthony didn't show up yet again. It had been the fourth one this week which for him was completely uncharacteristic.
We had been warming up which meant I was with Jesse as Anthony was normally his partner.
"Any idea what's up with Ant?" He asked tossing the ball to me.
Catching it I shook my head not wanting to think of it.
"You alright little man" Jesse asked as I tossed the ball back.
Before I was able to respond with even a nod coach walked out. Clipboard in hand but with a solemn look on his face.
"Everyone huddle up!" He shouted and we all circles up.
"Alright I have some upsetting news, Anthony Garvey will no longer play with us. So Jesse will now be our captain, before you all start a riot and start asking. Anthony had contracted multiple sclerosis and it has attacked him hard and quick. It is wearing away at his legs first. I am sorry to inform you all of this, but let's dedicate this season to Anthony. Now hands in" He said.
In a dazed state I felt my own legs give out before I was encompassed by black.
That was potentially one of the worst days of my life. Except for maybe today, today was a bad day.
And why you ask, only because I had screwed my worst enemy.
Well done Leo, well done.
