𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

16

I'm in the kitchen refilling my drink when Alina's bitchy friend walks in, scoffing at me.

"Of course you're here," she says, glaring at me.

"Of course I'd be here, it's my party," I spit back at her.

She refills her drink halfway and looks at me, smirking. Next thing I know, I'm soaked in beer. She runs out of the kitchen, leaving me drenched.

"This bitch," I mutter, grabbing the paper towel roll.

Quinn comes in laughing.

"You saw that?" I ask him.

"I did, she gave you sass."

"What's her name?" he asks, curiously but not showing it, bringing his red solo cup to his lips.

"I think her name is Dixi."

He tests her name, "Dixi... Well, Dixi is some sexy bitch," he says, grinning.

I launch the paper towel roll at him because I'm all cleaned up now and walk to the shadow of the living room. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Well, I'm fucking not. I lean on the wall for a moment, and then Kenny walks over beside me.

"Hey," he says, sipping his drink.

"Hey," I reply, scanning the party. There's some cheering going on in the corner, and I turn my head to see Alina and her friend, who looks like a carbon copy of her, dancing. She's sliding her hands down her dress, and as she straightens up, she looks completely drunk, as does her friend. Her brown hair is flying around as she dances without a care in the world, her smile dazzling. She's got the prettiest smile; I can't take my eyes off her.

She notices me and locks eyes with me, sliding her hands back up over her stomach, trailing them seductively up to her breasts. I feel the tension rising in my pants, she flips her hair, her eyes sultry as she slowly gyrates her hips. Her movements are slow and deliberate, almost mesmerizing. The way her dress clings to her curves and the glint in her eyes makes it impossible to look away. Then I see Liam, captain of the soccer team, recording her with a smug grin on his face. That infuriates me.

I push off the wall, completely forgetting Kenny was even talking to me, and bulldoze my way through the crowd, hell-bent on messing up Liam. He's still recording until he catches the sight of me, a flicker of fear crossing his face just before I clock him. He crashes to the floor, and I crouch down next to him as the crowd scatters like startled birds. "You're a fucking creep. The next time I catch you recording a woman under the influence," I growl, my gaze turning icy, "I'll make damn sure you're off the soccer team."

Liam groans, clutching his jaw, but I don't give him a chance to respond. I stand up, my fists still clenched, and look around to see if anyone else is recording. The room is filled with murmurs and whispers, but no one dares to meet my eyes.

Locking eyes with Alina, who stands at the table, seething with anger. Hatred burns in her gaze as her friend hurriedly guides her away. Meanwhile, I remain by Liam, surrounded by my teammates who pull me away from him as he retreats. "What the fuck were you thinking?!" Reed, the basketball captain, bellows at me. "This could get you kicked off the team, you fucking idiot," Damian adds, disappointment etched on his face. "People recorded everything," Kenny warns, his tone grave. "You're in deep trouble with the coach."

I let out a heavy sigh, pushing past my teammates and making my way towards Alina, who's making her exit. I catch up to her and gently take her arm, guiding her outside. She claws my arm in anger, clearly not wanting to come with me. Once we're on the back porch, I turn to face her. "Are you fucking stupid, Alina?" I ask, my voice laced with frustration. She looks back at me, clearly offended. "No, I was just having fun before you ruined it," she snaps, her intense brown eyes boring into mine. "Just like you ruin everything," she adds, the words dripping with double meaning.

"You could have been in fucking danger, and now this will be all over the school's gossip page," I say, my anger rising. Her eyes fill with unshed tears as she delivers her parting shot, "It's your fault, and I hope you know it." With that, she turns and walks away, leaving me standing there, her words echoing in my mind.

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I wake up to a peculiar sensation, peeking under the covers to find Lena sucking on my dick. She looks up at me with her green eyes, a grin playing on her lips, and continues as I let out a few grunts. I grab a handful of her hair, encouraging her to keep going, despite feeling a bit annoyed by her persistence.

She gags as I push her head up and down. I let out a moan, caught between irritation and pleasure. I finish in her mouth, letting out a satisfied grunt.

Swallowing, she looks up at me with a sultry look in her eyes, she purrs, "Baby," crawling up beside me on the bed. "Don't call me that," I snap, irritation creeping into my voice. "Can we please?" she asks, her eyes drifting to my dick, and I know exactly what she's hinting at. The annoyance bubbles up as I respond, "No," rolling the covers off with a huff and making my way to the bathroom.

After the party yesterday, I caught Lena in my room with her surprise, which turned out to be red lingerie. It didn't look good on her, and I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. I told her she could either sleep or leave, and obviously, she chose to stay. Her presence was the last thing I needed when all I wanted was some peace and quiet.

It was Saturday, and we had practice. I didn't want Lena hanging around in my room all day. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and walked out of the bathroom. "Leave, Lena," I said firmly.

"What?" she responded, wide-eyed and clearly disappointed.

"Leave," I repeated, "I have practice. There's no point in you being here." I could see the hurt in her eyes, but I needed to focus on the upcoming season opener.

After Lena finally left my room, I let out a deep sigh of relief. I grabbed my comforter and yanked it off the bed; it desperately needed a thorough wash after her germs had contaminated it. I couldn't stand the thought of sleeping in a bed that felt tainted by her presence.

I grab my basketball gear, noticing a text from Quinn saying we are leaving in 30 minutes. I throw my gear over my shoulder and head downstairs. As I enter the kitchen, I open the fridge and pull out an Eggo waffle. I pop it into the toaster, watching as it slowly starts to brown. While waiting, I quickly fill up my water bottle and check my bag to make sure I have everything I need for practice. The toaster dings, and I grab the waffle, spreading a bit of butter on it before taking a big bite.

I hear the boys shouting as they burst out of their rooms and race downstairs. They grab the box of Eggos and empty it in seconds. Waffles are everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell of toasted waffles. It's chaotic, but they're all pumped and ready for practice.

Reed comes into the kitchen, giving me a concerned look. "Coach wants to talk to you," he says, patting my back with an air of authority. He then looks into the Eggo box and, seeing it's empty, his face darkens. "Who took the last fucking waffle?" he demands, glaring at us. The tension in the room spikes as everyone freezes, knowing Reed isn't one to mess around, especially before practice.

Reed has a soft spot for me, so I take the blame. "I ate it. I was starving," I confess. "I'll get more." Reed's glare softens slightly, and he just shakes his head. "Just don't let it happen again," he mutters, turning his attention back to the others.

"Yo, Teddy, look at this shit," Damian says, showing me his phone screen. The video of me kicking Liam's ass has gone viral.

Fuck.