The Pitcher's Act

8

COLBY

I will never admit it, but I actually enjoyed spending time with Olivia last night. Well, as enjoyable running lines together with a play. We made it fun by asking each other questions. Well, she asked questions, and I answered them. It was interesting knowing she was trying to get to know me if that was what she was doing.

I won't lie; when we started talking about sex and our romantic experiences, it made my dick twitch. I've never had a girlfriend. I've never gone on a date. Thinking about doing that almost made me feel. One day, maybe, I'll throw rocks at a girl's window when I piss her off, and she won't let me inside. Till then, I'll act like I don't have a romantic thought in my body.

Olivia and I agreed to meet on Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday every week at nine o'clock. It was when our schedules were the least busy. We have class together on Monday and Wednesday, so we will get a brief hour meeting on those days.

Jayden had to interrogate me when I stepped into our apartment afterward with a smile on my face. He asked if she sucked me off to have that kind of look on my face. It felt nice to be around someone new. She's fun when we aren't at each other's throats. I think she's gotten over the whole hating me thing a little. She's never brought it up til the day the incident happened.

It's honestly been a crazy week for us. One I thought would never happen. I thought we'd leave college without uttering another word to each other. Not one more glance. We acted as if we didn't exist when we saw each other.

Now, I have to beg this chick to kiss me in Shakespearean and proclaim my love for her. God, if anyone I know attends this play, I will have to move across the country. It'll be embarrassing.

Professor Simon told us this morning that we could have a script in hand as we performed. Someone reminded him we weren't experts in learning lines and performing. He is easing up on us a little.

Olivia and I just worked on reading the first act again. I don't know if I can remember these lines. I'm gonna have to put them in my own words.

I sit in the bullpen, waiting for my turn to throw while Bryce tells a few of us the story of his weekend. I can still faintly smell the alcohol on his lips, but at this point, I think it's a permanent smell. Maybe he bathes in whiskey. Maybe it's a cologne.

"As soon as I walked in the door of that football house, I was greeted by Gater." I look at him, confused. I have no clue who Gater is. "You know, Gater. He's the big fucker on the O-line. Guy with the long blonde hair."

"Oh, yeah. What did he do?" I knew a few people on the team, but I didn't regularly hang out with them. Miller and Bernie were the only players I really knew. I could rattle off the entire baseball roster, though.

"Last year, I may have slept with his girl. I didn't know it was his girl till he barged into her bedroom about to fucking kill me. She said she wanted to get back at her ex, and I was like fuck yeah, let's do it. Gater does not like being messed with. Anyways, when I walked in the door, that fucker pinned me against the wall and began to choke the absolute piss out of me. Which is why I have this bruise on my neck. I've told a few people it was from a chick and that we got too rowdy."

I roll my eyes, "Of course you did."

"Motherfucker locked me in his bedroom for an hour. I tried telling him it wasn't my fault I fucked his girlfriend and that she said they were broken up. He didn't care. I don't even know if he was standing outside the door, but the door wouldn't open. I was so fucking pissed. So I climbed in his bed and started to jerk off in his bed."

My mouth hangs open, "You are fucking insane. You are going to get us all banned from that house, you idiot."

Bryce hysterically laughs, "I had to. What else what I gonna do? I was locked inside. Anyway, someone opened the door while I was in the middle of jerking off. I thought I was literally seconds from dying, but obviously, I didn't. It turned out to be Gater's girlfriend. The same one I fucked. She saw my cock in my fist, licked her lips, and walked towards me, taking my dick in her mouth and finished for me. I was kinda pissed I didn't get to cum all over his sheets, but that worked for me."

"You are a crazy bastard, Boswell."

"Yeah. I know. After I came, she got up and walked out, leaving the door open. I got my shit and ran like hell out of there. The last thing I saw was her making out with him after my dick was in her mouth."

"Fuck, bro. I was wondering where you went. You know, Faith went and banged one of the football players in the bathroom. Must have been in the air."

He snorts, "Yeah, well, Faith is just a whore. I saw her at a Sigma Chi party a few weeks ago getting fingered on the couch in front of everyone."

My eyes widened, "What? And you're just now telling me?"

"Shit Jonesy. My bad. I figured you knew. I thought you guys always were honest about who you've been fucking. Any night you're not fucking her, she's with another dude."

Fuming, I run a hand through my hair, "I'm not fucking surprised. Her pussy always smells like someone else just fucked her. I haven't gone down on her in a minute because of it."

"Yeah, well, you could do better. There's a shit ton of better girls. How about Blondie? Or should I say the Juliet to your Romeo?" He wiggles his eyebrows, and I want to punch them off his face.

"Nothing going on between us. I feel like the feud has settled a little. We didn't scream at each other last night when I went over. Did you know she lived next door?"

"You didn't know? I fucked one of her roommates last year. Jada, the one with braids." He pauses and looks at me, studying my face, "You want to fuck her."

"Olivia is a woman with a great body. Of course, I want to fuck her. Any straight man would."

"Don't Romeo and Juliet fuck when they get married? Maybe you should tell her you want to practice that scene."

"Fuck off. It's not gonna happen. She already told me we were fake kissing in the play."

"That's fucking boring. Come on, Jonesy, live a little. What's the worst that could happen?"

"The worst that could happen is that she cuts my dick off for trying to kiss her. She's hated me for three years. One week definitely didn't change her opinion of me."

"Fine. Have fun with Faith. Make sure you wear gloves the next time you finger her. Wouldn't want to get any germs on your fingers." With that he stands up and walks away.

I sit there silently as he disappears outside of the bullpen. How did I not realize Faith was fucking other dudes this whole time? Even Juliet- I mean Olivia, didn't go fuck every guy that looked her way. She had two men wanting her and she didn't fuck them. Girls can have control.

"Jonesy. You're up," Our pitching coach tells me. I push the thoughts from my head, grab my glove, and step onto the mound.