Maybe I Wouldn't Have

3- Maybe I wouldn't embarrass myself

Eve's POV

(I don't normally like to switch POV but I think it's important for this book especially during some of the more 'mature' scenes)

I'd heard the telltale noises that could only mean a fight had ensued. I'd seen them drag that cute football player through the kitchen door and clean him off. I'd seen the damage he'd done to the other kid, heard Nikki's screechy voice in my ear and felt the blood from the pummeled kids mouth make contact with my favorite crop top. I'd experienced all of these things but nothing prepared me for that same cute football player walking in on me just as I was about to step into the shower.

I'd heard the stories about Jake Wesson since we were in the seventh grade when a freshmen in high school took his virginity, that remains, to this day, the most awkward news I had heard in this small town. But Jake was always the talk of the town, even before seventh grade, even before he was born. My mom would tell me how his mother, Evangeline, used to have throngs of townsfolk following her every single pregnant step. She was the queen bee and her little unborn prince was all the rage, and when he was born people fawned over him as an infant, then as a toddler, and so on. He never really made much of an impression on me except for his unbearably good looks and the time in kindergarten when he stopped Nikki and his now ex-bestie from sticking whatever they could find down my shirt, but the memory faded and he became another topic of the day. Then this past year he became a candidate, albeit an unlikely one, but still an option.

I'd known for months that Nikki was cheating on him, I had seen the way his "friends" neglected to tell him and instead laughed at him behind his back. I think they just wanted to see the golden boy ruined for once in his life, even if he didn't know it. I wish I had told him but it was never my place. No, my place was in the kitchen spewing out alcoholic drinks like a machine for the party-goers to enjoy. His story was just another reason on my list of reasons not to be in a relationship, but lately my mind has been craving something more primitive, something only another human being could give. My stomach began to growl for more than chips and burgers and my thoughts could only focus on the physical aspects of those around me. It was infuriating, like a car spinning out of control with the steering wheel just out of reach.

So I hatched a plan, before I went to college I would manage to convince someone to satisfy my body so that I could focus on school once it finally came around. The whispers about Jake Wesson, the sex god, were hard to ignore but I knew that it was an impossibility. Or so I thought.

His cheeks are beet red, I can see his eyes travel down my body, lingering in the shadowy v between my legs which begins to pool with heat under his gaze. My first instinct is to shy away from him but I know this may be my only chance so I sweep my hair behind my shoulder and watch him focus on my breasts, I can see him gulp but there is something else, he may not have ever dealt with a situation like this but my instinct tells me he'd know how to make it very interesting from here on out. Instead of letting my hormones take over I hedge my bets and attempt to get him to hear me out, after all I want a teacher not a fuck buddy. He's affected by me, that's for sure. I can see him stiffen and some dark voice whispers for me to reach down and take control, make him scream, make him feel good after the night he's had but I push her away and focus on the task at hand.

His eyes are that cliched ocean blue that only girls in books can seem to find, the rest of him fits in with that description just as well. His dark hair is a scattered mess on his head and there are deep circles beneath his eyes that make him seem troubled, like someone you should stay away from but his smile says the opposite. It's perfect and dimpled, the kind of smile that turns teenage girls (and even some guys) into puddles of jelly. Some could debate whether or not he is Adonis reincarnated, he seems like another creature all together. Yet here he is, staring absentmindedly into my flat brown eyes with his vibrant blue ones and I think maybe it's his eyes that throw me off my game.

"Not the pace you choose during- I mean you can go however fast or slow you want to then! I just don't want to be overwhelmed-." I know I'm rambling but I can't stop, my body wants one thing and my mind just conspires to screw it all up. Suddenly I'm swept out of my babbling by his close proximity. He reaches a hand beneath my chin and lifts my face towards his, for a second I think he might kiss me but instead his cheek brushes against mine and he speaks into my ear.

"First off, I'm more than 'pretty good', understand?" I remember my statement about his bed buddies and shiver at the thought of their stories, of course they'd gone into unbearable depth about the way he felt in them and how he made them feel and I knew he was the king of mattress surfing but to say it in front of him felt odd. All I could do was nod as he spoke, his breath traveling along down my neck causing my body to react in excruciatingly pleasurable ways. I heard about his plan to get revenge on Nikki but mostly I focused on the fact that he'd agreed. He really said yes. I would eventually be rid of my problem by none other than cupid himself.

As the water spilled all around me my thoughts were filled with images of us tangled beneath the sheets, his blue eyes watching me as he explored my body, his tongue tasting my most sensitive places. I shiver despite the warm water and push the thoughts aside. No matter how hard I try though my body involuntarily shakes in excited anticipation.

God, I can't wait to fuck him.