Tell Me You Want Me

Chapter 1

"Hey, Jane! Heads up!"

Jane Elliot was not easily distracted, so when Ryan called her name, she ignored him. Focused, she dribbled the soccer ball down the field. Brenda set up to defend the goal, but she was just a minor obstacle. Jane gave the goalie her most intimidating snarl, and laughed when Brenda actually took a step back.

"Jane, duck!" Brenda yelled.

Duck? Why?

The back of Jane's head exploded and stars spun around her eyes. She dropped to her knees and grabbed her throbbing skull. From the corner of her swirling eyes, she saw Ryan and Brenda running to help.

"Sorry." Ryan took her arm and helped her up. "That one got away from me."

When Jane's eyes finally uncrossed, she noticed a football wobbling at her feet. She picked it up and threw it back to Ryan. "Keep your ball on your side of the field," she grumbled, relieved she could put a coherent sentence together.

"How's your head?" Ryan walked her to the bleachers and made her sit down.

"Still attached, lucky for you."

"I tried to warn you."

"I know, but once I set my mind on something, I won't give up."

"I noticed."

She sipped the water Ryan gave her, breathed deep in between sips, and waited for the soccer field to stop spinning. Coach checked her eyes for a concussion, but he didn't see any serious damage, so he ended practice for the day.

Jane stayed at the soccer field, kicking goals to make up for the one she'd missed. It was Ryan's fault she'd missed it, but scoring points, even if just in practice, always made her feel better.

Burnt orange clouds streaked across the twilight blue sky as the sun set over the Bayfield College athletic fields. Fall in the Midwest brought short days and cold nights—and the beginning of Jane's senior year. She looked forward to finishing school and moving on to the next phase of her life— the next step toward her career goal.

She picked up her duffle bag and jogged back to the gym. Inside it was warm and peaceful, but not as quiet as she'd expected it to be.

"Oh, oh please...."

The strange voice hit her as soon as she entered the women's locker room, which should have been empty by now. The female voice, gasping and begging, came from the shower. Was someone hurt?

"Oh God...."

Jane turned the corner into the shower area and stopped short.

A girl leaned against the tile wall—not exactly begging for help. She was bent forward, her short skirt held above her waist by the young man behind her.

"Mmm... that's it, baby," she groaned. "You know what I like."

No, the girl wasn't begging for help; she was begging for more.

Jane didn't recognize the girl—all the cheerleaders looked the same to her—but there was no mistaking the ass behind her: Austin Sinclair, starting quarterback, campus heartbreaker.

His thick chocolate-brown hair stood out in all directions, as if the girl had been running her hands through it, but then it always looked like that. Tall and strong, with a smile like an angel, and deep blue eyes that promised sin, Austin could have had any girl he wanted. And he did. His devilish good looks got the girls' attention, and his boyish charm, infectious laugh and—according to the school gossip—his talent in bed, kept them coming back for more. Actually, the stories said his sexual escapades went far beyond the bedroom, so Jane wasn't surprised to find him here.

She rolled her eyes. Why did she have to stumble across his latest adventure?

She intentionally slammed her duffle bag into the nearest locker. "Oops."

The girl shrieked and covered herself, but Austin pulled the irritated cheerleader close and whispered something in her ear that made her glare at Jane. He kissed her cheek and sent her to get dressed. Then he winked at Jane and flashed that infamous smile. "Did you like that, sweetheart? Wanna be next?"

Thank you for reading! Please vote and comment. Do you want more? Next chapter posts on 3/8/16.