SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Garrison
I pushed open the door to my house, the familiar smell of pizza and laundry detergent hitting me instantly. Jackson, Sam, and John were sprawled across the couch, locked in an intense debate over some sports stats on TV. The instant I stepped inside, they all turned to look at me, like they'd been waiting for something to happen. Or maybe someone to roast.
"Well, well, if it isn't the man himself," Jackson called out, lifting his head with a smirk.
"Finally. We were starting to think you got lost on campus," Sam added with a grin, barely taking his eyes off the screen. "So...what's the deal, Gray? You look like you just hit the jackpot or something."
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile creeping onto my face as I thought back to seeing Jade outside her class. "If you must know," I said, trying to play it cool, "I ran into a girl."
"Oh? Do tell." John's eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward, interested.
"It's the girl from the party," I said, letting the words sink in as I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag on the floor. "Jade. I finally tracked her down."
The room went silent for a moment, then Jackson let out a low whistle. "Jade, huh? The mysterious disappearing act? You found her?"
"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound too proud of myself. "She was coming out of one of her classes, and I managed to catch her before she got away this time. We talked for a bit, and I asked her if she'd want to grab lunch."
"Lunch?" Sam scoffed, giving me an exaggerated look of horror. "Since when do you ask girls out to lunch, man? I thought you were Garrison Gray, lacrosse stud, heartbreaker, lunch avoider."
I threw a pillow at him, which he dodged with a laugh. "I don't know. She's...cool," I admitted, shrugging. "I just wanted to get to know her, okay?"
John was studying me, a mischievous look in his eyes. "So, is this a 'get to know her' like you just want to get her naked, or a 'get to know her' like...you might actually be into her?"
I hesitated, rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't know. I haven't even had lunch with her yet. I barely know anything about her, except she's different from the usual girls around here."
The guys exchanged glances, clearly intrigued. "And what makes her different?" Jackson asked, leaning forward. "Like, different good or different...dangerous?"
"Dude I don't know." I replied, laughing a little. "But seriously, I told her I'd text her later about lunch. What should I say?"
Sam cracked a grin. "Oh, so you want our advice on what to text? Garrison Gray, needing dating advice from us peasants?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious, man. I don't want to come off like an idiot."
John leaned over, feigning deep thought. "You could go with the classic, 'Hey, had fun talking to you today, can't wait for lunch.' Or maybe..." he paused, his eyes glinting with mischief, "go bold with, 'Can't wait for lunch. Hope you're ready for me to completely blow your mind.'"
