The Pitcher's Act: A College Romance Story

20

COLBY

You're attending to the wrong girl. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I tucking a girl into bed right now? My bed. What the hell is wrong with me?

I smoke before leaving the apartment, leaving Olivia asleep in my bed. The softball team hated weed. Especially Sophie. She made sure to let me know I smelled like it when I went over there earlier. I told her it was just how I smelled.

You're kind of boring tonight. I know. I'm seconds away from pulling my hair out. There's a reason I stopped hanging out with those girls, and it's because they do nothing but talk shit and complain.

When I finally relaxed enough, I headed back to Sophie's place. I let myself inside, the sound of girl's laughing filling my ears. I take a deep breath, praying Jagger was here somewhere.

Every girl turns their head around when they hear me. It's what they always did like I was a damn celebrity or something. One of the girls bends down to whisper something in another girl's ear as she stares at me. Anyways.

I make my way to the kitchen, grabbing my Bird Dog whiskey, ready to drown it all. Jagger comes out of a bedroom with one of the girls grinning ear to ear, "Didn't think you were coming back," He says, grabbing my shoulder and shaking it.

I lean across the kitchen countertop, "Yeah, I had to take somebody home."

"I thought you and that girl hated each other," Sophie's high-pitched voice rings in my ears.

"Who? Wait, that baddie from freshman year? What's her name? The cheerleader," Jagger rambles on.

"Olivia," I say, flatly, not in the mood to listen about how hot she is. I know she's hot. And she's in my bed waiting for me to come back.

"Fuck, dude. You're friends? Where the hell have I been?"

"You've been here. We're working on a play for our stupid fucking theatre class."

"Oh, so you're not fucking her?" Sophie asks, crossing her arms.

Annoyed, I take a sip from my drink, "No. I have not fucked her." Other things, yes. The girl gives a hell of a blowjob and has the body of a goddess.

Jagger looks between Sophie and me. He's wondering why she just said that. Hell, I'm wondering about it too. She definitely just lost my interest. "Where's Crawford? I thought he was coming?" Thank you for changing the subject, fucker.

"Passed out at the football house," I pull my phone out, "Fuck. I forgot about him. I need to get him out of there, too." I can feel Sophie glare at me as I continue to stare at my phone.

"I'll help. Probably need two of us to lift him," Jagger says, and I try to hide my smirk. I'm definitely not getting invited back over. I did spend a boring hour over here before I went to the football house.

I grab my whiskey bottle, "I'll see ya, Soph," I say, already walking out of the kitchen, Jagger on my heels.

I huff out a breath the moment we step outside, starting to walk across the street to the football house. 

"So, Olivia?" Jagger says, catching up to me.

"Nothing going on."

"You flipped a switch the moment she mentioned her. You sure about that?"

Can he just let it go? Fuck. "She's just jealous. I helped Olivia to the bathroom because she couldn't fucking walk straight. Then I took her home. I don't know why that's such a big fucking deal."

He shakes his head, "Yeah, okay, buddy. It's not a big deal. Why are you so uptight tonight?"

Because I'm so fucking bored, and I hate I wasted my Saturday night with girls who have the personality of a cardboard box. I could have had a decent fucking time if I had done something for myself instead. "I need drugs," I mumble, walking inside the house.