The Pitcher's Act: A College Romance Story

10

COLBY

Fuck. I should have kissed her. Why didn't I make a move? I don't think she hates me anymore. The tension was almost unbearable. I haven't stopped thinking about it for the past few nights. I won't lie. I looked at her perfect, wet, pink pussy when I was helping her put her underwear on. She was wet for me, despite it being for unfortunate circumstances. I love that she trusted me to help her, and I was glad to help, even though I had to go home and fuck my fist as soon as I closed the door.

I'm headed to Bernie's house again tonight. I'm only going to see if she's there. I haven't stopped thinking about her, and I haven't seen her. I've only caught a glimpse of her shadow in her bedroom window.

I haven't told any of my friends about us or that I like the girl. Bryce is the only one who knows, well, only because he guessed it. It's not that I wouldn't tell Jayden; I just don't want him to be right. He's always fucking right. I don't want to upset Crawford; I know he's got a crush, but he hasn't acted on it. If he doesn't do anything by the end of this weekend, I'm making a move.

I should talk to her about our situation. We haven't spoken about that one night, ever. I think we still have unresolved issues. Maybe if we both drink, we will say our true feelings.

World War III had already broken out when Jayden, Crawford, and I entered the house. Miller and Bernie stand in the living room trying to break up a fight with two defensive linemen wrestling on the floor.

I spot Olivia standing by her roommates, watching it like a television show. She was dressed in a Wake Forest Cheerleading shirt and running shorts. She must be covering up her bruises.

She looks up at me and motions for us to come over to her, "Hey," I breathlessly say as we watch the two giant men fight.

"Hey! Sorry, they had unfinished beef on the field today. The guy on the bottom let Clemson have that last touchdown where we lost."

Jayden laughs beside me, "Shit yeah, that was a horrible block. Can I get in there for a punch?"

"I mean, were we really expecting to win? It's Clemson." Crawford says with a bored look on his face.

"I'll give you ten dollars if you go get in there," Sadie devilishly says, looking at Jayden.

Jayden looks wide-eyed at the two men on the floor, "Ask me again after I'm hammered."

"You guys wanna throw back some shots? We stole Bryce's tequila," Crawford says, pulling the bottle from his bag.

Olivia perked up, "Always. Lead the way, Crawford." I guess this is his way of flirting. You have to start somewhere.

We all walk to the kitchen, leaving the men wrestling on the floor. Olivia grabs a handful of shot glasses, lining them up across the island table.

Crawford pours the liquor into the cups, letting half the bottle spill on the counter, "Jesus, Crawford. Do we need to take this job away from you?" I say, on the verge of laughing.

"No, damn it, just give me a second." Olivia laughs, hurrying over to him and touching Crawford's hands. My blood almost boils at the sight. Why the fuck am I getting jealous right now? She's just a girl.

I immediately pound the shot, pouring it down my throat, antsy for the next round to be poured. I needed way more to drink if I was going to have to watch guys flirt with her all night.

We take one more shot before the group thinned out. I take the chance and head out to the patio to smoke the blunt I rolled before coming here. I shut the door behind me, and I'm almost thankful when I realize I'm the only one out here. No sharing. I take the whiskey bottle from my bag and take a swig of it before I light the blunt.