Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 11

POV ZEKE

Point Total: 0

"Megan is under the bleachers," Jared said, not bothering to lower his voice. Everyone in the school knew what, or who, I'd be doing as soon as the confetti cannons went off.

"Great," I said, not hearing anything else coming out of his mouth when I noticed Julia staring at me, totally unprompted.

She sat a few rows behind me. A coincidence?

I doubt it.

Her eyes narrowed as we made eye contact, and her nose was scrunched. She looked displeased by my existence.

Typical.

I didn't care about Megan, or how long she waited to be at the top of the list, Julia was worth ten of her, and she was all I could think about.

Especially when she turned away, annoyed that I caught her daydreaming about me.

Cute.

It was only a matter of time before I got her to see things my way, the fun, sexy way.

Jared said something and the stadium cleared out around me. Julia followed the stream of students going to suck dick in the shadows of the school shamelessly.

I watched her move down the stairs, her hand gliding over the railing, then disappearing around the corner.

Once she left, I stood up, and walked over the bleachers, taking my time.

Then, I followed the crowd to the exit, turned at the last minute, and hurried down a set of stairs.

And there, just as Jared said, was Megan. She waited for me beneath the bleachers. Her top was already open, exposing a three-sizes too small (yes, we can tell) bright orange bra.

"You beat me," I said, trying not to stare at her chest and wonder what Julia would look like walking toward me, half-naked, glaring at me like she loved to do.

"I was just excited," Megan cooed, "I've been waiting for this all year."

Great, I thought, pushing Julia out of my mind and putting on my best smile for one of my dedicated, horny supporters.

"Where do you want me?" she asked, running her long, painted nails over my chest. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her in, willing myself to live in the moment.

So what if Megan was a little too excited, or that she was busy pawing at my belt? She was a cheerleader, not just a cheerleader but the head cheerleader; who was also worth a thousand points.

I know, I know, it's an archaic system, whatever.

Before I could second-guess myself, I kissed her. It wasn't a knock-your-socks-off make her dream of carrying your baby kiss, but it would do.

And then her hands were in my pants, pulling out my hard dick.

"You're so big," she said, her eyes wide like she just discovered Wonderland, "Like so so big."

I stared at her, for too long, before thanking her.

I thanked her for complimenting my dick.

I wasn't on my A game but neither was she. Her enthusiasm was an act. Why? I had no idea.

I didn't care.

So I kissed her again and let her jack me off while I pretended to be back in my dorm, lying in bed, with Julia on top of me.

Fuck.

I opened my eyes and then I was the creep kissing a girl with his eyes open.

I'm broken.

She moaned, "Mm, maybe we can just fuck?"

I didn't have a chance to answer before she dragged me to the center of the bleachers, hiked up her skirt, and leaned over. She held onto the pole and stuck her ass out, inviting me to have sex with her in the least original way ever.

I stepped forward, thinking of the win, imagining anything other than Julia. But then, as if she stepped out of my dreams or sexually confusing nightmares, Julia walked by.

She was partially visible, sauntering past the bleachers in her–cheerleading outfit?

I stared in disbelief, doubting myself until I heard her voice again. She was with Katie, talking about who was going to shower first, laughing.

So that's what her laugh sounds like.

Suddenly, I was hard for another reason.

***

I left Megan at the top of the stairs, barely stopping to reassure her that I wasn't leaving because she wore a thong and not a g-string.

Because apparently there is a big difference.

I just couldn't fuck her, not after seeing Julia. Instead, I rushed down the hallways, hoping to run into her again, catching her happy and smiling so I could ask her out, officially.

But I didn't. I made it all the way to my dorm with no sign of her.

"There he is," Jared said, already pouring a shot of our hidden whiskey, "our King."

I threw my bag on the bed, "Celebrating already?"

I hadn't been gone more than forty minutes.

"I thought we should toast the first thousand points of the season."

I took the shot glass, eyeing the whiskey before breaking the news, "About that."

"What? Did you get busted? Even better." Jared's enthusiasm for my reign surpassed normal interest. He had been organizing meetings, submitting photos, and reaping the benefits since I arrived.

He couldn't win on his own, we both knew that, and I didn't mind the company so much.

And he was right about one thing, being caught with Megan in a compromising position would have earned me an extra two hundred.

But that wasn't the point.

"No, I couldn't do it," I said, ripping off the bandaid before he got too excited.

Jared frowned, "Couldn't? Like, need Viagra couldn't?"

"What the fuck, no," I scoffed, "I just couldn't."

He stared at me, unblinking for way longer than any normal person should, "Why not?"

I sighed, knowing that he wouldn't understand. "Julia is going to be my first."

"I think it's a little late for that, man."

"My first of the season," I clarified, not breaking the eye contact that had at some point become a challenge.

Jared rolled his eyes, "Good luck with that. I heard that she's been hanging out with the lesbians."

I watched him turn around, face his laptop, and rearrange his precious fucking schedule.

Then, I took the shot. It burned on its way down, just like the idea of never having Julia.

Before I could make a plan, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, before Jared could bother, and stared into the eyes of the person I expected the least.