When You Least Expect It

12

It's been a few weeks since my quiet night out with Ashley. Things have finally gotten into a comfortable rhythm and classes are going smoothly. There's been a party or two but I've managed to keep myself in check and haven't had anymore hiccups. I finally got to meet Corey, he is a pretty nice guy. Decent griller but I've got him beat for sure. He's from Texas and he's big into the outdoors, loves to fish. Ash is right on the edge of falling for this guy. I think it's a little more serious than she'd like to admit and as long as he's good to her, I'm happy for both of them.

Katie and I have hooked up a few times but we're both clear on where we stand. Lacie finally came around. She's pretty cool, I love to watch her give Katie hell. They even hang out with just us guys occasionally. We're forming this tight knit group of friends and I couldn't be happier. It's nice to have these people in my circle.

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It's just another Wednesday afternoon in my lecture when a new girl walks in, I can't quite put my finger on it but there's something about her. The way she carries herself, she completely controls the room. She has icy blue eyes and curled auburn hair to her shoulders, she's stunning. There are a few whispers and whistles from the peanut gallery as she's making her way to a table but she wasn't about to take anyone's shit. She calls them out right then and there.

I like her, I think to myself grinning. Her shirt matches the color of her eyes, she's wearing a baggy grey sweater over it and it pairs well with the dark blue jeans she has on, they look like they were made for her. She's fully clothed from head to toe but she's got the attention of every male in the room and some of the females too. I can already tell she wouldn't give me the time of day.

After class I laugh when I hear one of the guys trying to hit on her, she gives him a hard time before basically telling him to beat it in not so many words. I wonder where she's living, I'll have to have Ben keep his ears open. He knows everything and everyone. Absentmindedly, I make my way to my third class of the day.

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Lounging on the grass watching Taylor and a few other guys shoot hoops later in the evening, I feel my phone buzzing. I pull it out and I'm curious when I see that it's Whitney. I open it and I'm surprised to see a picture of her in a barely there bra and thong set in a dressing room, "Oh, holy shit." I whisper to myself.

I can't resist replying back, even with the bitchy attitude and bullshit she's still hot and she was a damn good time. I grin as I type out my response to her,

>"Damn girl. You sure you sent that to the right person?"

Whitney: "I'm sure. You like?"

>"Indeed, I do."

Whitney: "I bet it would look even better on your bedroom floor."

My junk immediately stirs to life, I am a weak man, I think to myself. Chuckling I respond anyway.

>"Oh yeah? We might can make that happen."

Whitney: "Tonight?"

I don't even give it a second thought before replying,

>"Yes."

I lean back on my elbows grinning like a fool as the guys holler at one another. Now I'm antsy, I can't sit still so I hop up and ask to join them. Taylor takes one look at me and knows something's up. "What the hell you smiling about Pretty Boy?"

He shoots the ball at me and I catch it on the second bounce. "Nothing, I'm just a happy guy."

Taylor laughs and shakes his head, "Bullshit, spill it. You got a date or something?"