Chelsea

chapter one brent Hawkins p.o.v

Man hes gorgeous, she thought to herself as she peered across the mail room hoping she didn't get caught. They graduated from the same high school last spring, in the same class of 580-something. But she knew he had no idea. But she knew. Everyone knew Brent Hawkins. Even if you didn't go to any of the Baseball, football or basketball games. Jock, whore, asshole, she thought resentfully. She assumed he was an asshole, anyway. She knew he was a jock and was fairly sure he was a whore. Every weekend she could hear him watching porno flicks next door. Yeah, she lived right next door to this gorgeous man slut for two months and had he even noticed? Or said, «Welcome?» Or brought over a pie? Of course not. She almost laughed aloud at the thought of Brent Hawkins leading the welcoming party in the Westwood Apartment building.

Oh shit. He was coming her way. He half-smiled as he walked past her carrying his mail. She looked down at her own mail. Just some ads and a birthday card from her grandmother that was two days early. As usual.

«Happy Birthday,» she heard. Is someone talking to me?

«What?» Chelsea was stunned.

«Its your birthday, isnt it?» She just stared back. «Looks like a birthday card,» he said looking down at the big purple envelope.

«Oh, no. Its actually Saturday. And thanks.» She blushed, hardly every making eye contact.

«Chelsea, right?»

«Yeah, how did you know?»

«You went to Broadmore, didnt you?»

«Yeah!» He remembers me!

«Yeah, you were the chick that got caught T. P.ing the cheerleaders locker room during the Homecoming pep rally.»

Oh. Of course he would have to know her because of that. «Yeah, and I also live right next door to you,» she said trying to change the subject.

«You do?» he exclaimed, obviously genuinely surprised. Talk about a major blow to your self-esteem.

«Um, yeah, 8B,» she said. What a pig. Shed been here for two months and he didnt even notice?!

«I didnt notice,» he said with a chuckle. She really shouldnt be surprised. «Anyway, welcome to the building. See ya around.» He started jogging up the stairs before turning back and adding, «And if I dont see ya Saturday, happy birthday.»

«Oh, thanks,» she called after him. Just as soon as he was out of sight, she jumped up and down in place with excitement. «Oh, my gosh,» she exclaimed quietly to herself. He is so hot! He is so sexy! Hie is so kind; somehow. Suddenly she calmed herself down when she realized that just because he said, happy birthday to her didnt mean that she had any more of a chance with him than she did before he had given her the time of day. What did she care anyway? He wasnt her type! Sure, he is the hottest guy shed ever seen but hes a jock and she hated sports. And he was a whore. Probably. Thoughts of him banging some slut cheerleader flooded her imagination. She could see the sweat on his beautiful brow as he worked with such commitment to his task. His craft, most likely. Imagining him in a sexual tryst made her tremble. Why did she feel this way?

Chelsea made her way back to her apartment, making sure to give Brent plenty of time to get in his own apartment. She threw the mail on her bedside table and flopped down on her soft red comforter covered bed. She couldnt get the thought of him grinding and slamming into some faceless girl out of her mind. It was making her hot. He probably knows everything about pleasing a girl. Before she knew it she was rubbing her chest through her fitted tee. She wished it was Saturday so she could hear Brents porno. Then, the thought of him masturbating crossed her mind and she closed her eyes and smiled. Does he do it naked? Does he do it fast or slow? Does he use a toy? Gosh, do they even make toys for guys?