Meant For Me

Chapter 2

*one month later*
   I wake up to a loud pounding noise on my door. The door handle jiggles and pops open slightly letting in an annoyingly bright light. Sully, my wide receiver pops his fat head inside, "Baker get the fuck up we got practice in an hour!" He yells.
I look up and over at my alarm clock and internally Groan. It rained last night and the power must've gone out. Or I got so trashed I forgot to set it, I'm not sure which.
"Alright man I'll be up in a few minutes meet me at sygmore crossing in thirty" he shook his head and let himself back out closing the door behind him.
    Ugh, I have a headache from drinking too fucking much last night the last thing I want to do is run the ball. I'd rather stay in bed all day. I say that like I get days like that often. If I'm not practicing I'm out with the guys or with Pap. What I would give for a simple day off.
    I rolled over and felt an arm next to me reminding me I didn't come home alone last night. I turn my head and see a small blonde in bed with me, naked still probably. I think back to last night recounting the memories and was left overall dissapointed in the experience to say the least.
    It's been a month since that night I spent with Kait at the club. All of those events etched in my mind making her hard to forget; it was probably the way she left me without warning. Just pulled herself up off me and got out like nothing ever happened. the nerve.
    I was hoping I'd see her around campus but sadly, I haven't. I look at every face searching for that highlighted blonde hair and those bright blue eyes, that pretty natural smile. Nothing. I've searched Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and even tik tok out of desperation for crying out loud. Nothing. I don't know any of her friends, I don't even know if she goes to SFU. I went back to the club every Friday night since, can't find her and it's driving me fucking insane. 
     I thought I spotted her from behind last night on the dance floor; this chick had an ass as fat as hers with similarly shaped breasts. I approached her all confident ready for another round, turns out she wasn't her, not even a close second. Deciding not to spend the night alone and needing the physical release I did take the blonde, Brielle, I think her name is home with me last night, hence the arm shoved in my back. Wasn't even worth it. The head was subpar and she made me do all the work.
   I've been searching for that high Kait gave me with other women but It's been irreplaceable. The way she took charge while she sucked me off was unreal. I never cum that quick with a condom on. Something about her just took over me that night and I can't find it anywhere else. She made me nervous when she looked at me. Not because she was a beautiful looking women but when I looked into her bright blue eyes a light caught me and wouldn't let me go. I caught myself lost for words for the first time in my life with a female which startled me also. I want to know more about her
   I find myself daydreaming random times of the day about the way she dug her nails in my neck and moaned for me. I usually end up realizing I'm fanatasizing about a one night stand a minute or two in and have to snap myself back to reality.
    Thinking about fucking her again makes me horny as hell. I feel my muscles on my abdomen tighten and my dick harden. Here I am again, hard over a women I don't even know while I have a perfectly hot piece in bed with me. It's enough to piss the most even tempered, regularly fucked man off.
    I pulled myself out of my fantasy and rolled over, waking Brielle up next to me. No sense in wasting a perfectly good erection. The wake up call will give me what I need to perform today.
   While inside her, my mind stayed in other places. I was thinking about being balls deep in Kaits tight, wet, deep pussy. I had to be careful not to call out her name.
   After it was over I admit felt a little sorry for her, telling her I'd call her later. She believed it of course, they all do. It's always the same old thing, I take their number, pretend to save it in my phone, promise to call, and never do. It's really got nothing to do with any of them, I've just never done the relationship game. It's never been my thing. Moving around a lot as a kid made it difficult for me to get close to anyone. My own parents couldn't even keep it together long enough to stay close to me and so, I don't get close to anyone. I decided from any early age it was just best for me to keep my walls up and stay focused on my goals; it's served me well since.
  I showered and got dressed in record time, grabbed my gym bag, and headed out of the dorm to Sygmore crossing to meet Sully. We usually car pooled to Saturday practice. He was at my truck waiting for me by the time I walked outside. The warmth of the Florida sun in early October felt comfortable and hit me the moment I stepped out the dorm foyer. I put a black ball cap and paid of sun glasses on, trying to conceal my hangover and preserve what was left of my head that didn't ache.
  "Dude! Who was the hottie you pulled last night?" He asked brightly, sounding like the jock he is. He was worse than me when it came to females, though he preferred the trashier truck slut type. I often took my pick of sorority sisters, sometimes two in one night.
"I don't know you want her number?"
"You mean you actually took it?!" He exclaimed.
"No you idiot." I snickered.
"God damn what's that make this month, six?"
I slipped him a sly smile and hid my hungover eyes behind my sunglasses.
We both hopped in the truck. Before heading out he tapped my shoulder,
"Got a bump?"
Sully was one of my regulars.
"Yeah man, we'll settle it after practice".
I slipped him a small bag I had from my gym bag, not worrying about being secretive given we were in my truck with black tinted windows. He pulled a razor blade he had out;  after a minute of prep he snorted the line on the center console of my truck and appeared ready for his next adventure only a few seconds later, "Yeah man that shits good!"
I took my glasses off, "Dude, you fail your drug test it's on you."  I attempted to have a serious talk with him. Probably doesn't help his quarter backs selling him coke.
"Thats the last time Sully, no more to anyone on the team. It's the teams ass on the line."
"Alright man I understand I just needed a little pick me up. You can understand right?"
"No you know I fly straight. You want the results you gotta get your ass in the gym instead of the bar on Fridays". And that was the truth. I never touch the drugs, it's never agreed with me. After seeing my parents ruin their lives using, I swore to myself it was never for me. Selling on the other hand, is how I pay for my grandpas medical bills. Thankfully I got a full ride to SFU with his support he was the only one who stood by me through all my struggles after my parents left me. That man deserves the world and It's easy money. No, my conscience isn't clean but I'll be done with all of this at the end of the season when I'm drafted and leave this in the past. For now I'll just keep sticking to my regulars, fraternity brothers mostly.
    Along the ride to practice I thought about coach Carson and his plan for the day. He'll probably make
us run drills and plays all day to prepare for the game on Friday. We were expected to win given our 5-0 streak so far. Our opponent has no where near as  talented players, and would suprise us if they could score any points on us. Should be a decently easy practice.