Quarterback's Study Buddy

Chapter Eight

Carson could feel the bass outside the house. The party was Taylor Campbell's, he was the kicker on the team. He was pretty chill and friendly enough. Carson thought it would be a good way for her to loosen up. However, when Noelle hopped in his car earlier, he was sure she wasn't going to have an issue catching people's attention. Hell, he almost crashed into a tree because he couldn't keep his eyes off the bouncing twins in her bralette. 

Damn she was gorgeous when she put a little effort, he thought as they drove in silence to Taylor's house. Her lips were glimmering under the passing street lights and it made Carson wonder how warm they were. Her body looked soft and fleshy in her skirt and bralette and jean jacket. Shit, to him, it seems like he just had a revelation, Maybe chubby girls are where it's at. He chuckled softly to himself.

However now, they're approaching the the front door of the house. Carson smiles real quick down at her and Noelle flashes a small smile back his way. He raps on the door and it swings open, Taylor's dirty blonde hair was styled in a quaff and his lips were super pink, as if he was just making out with some girl before he answered the door.

"Holt!" Taylor yelled out. The entire party, it seemed, let out hoops and hollers. Noelle was kind of taken aback by the sudden tsunami of sound. Noelle closed the front of her jacket because she was starting to feel self-conscious under their eyes. Even though she felt like the baddest bitch in the universe, she still seemed to crumble under someone's gaze. Taylor's eyes fluttered to the cute brown girl standing next to Carson.

"Well, hello..." Taylor grasped her hand and laid a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. The gesture and the warmth of his lips made her blush. Carson quirked his eyebrow at Taylor's cheesy pick up. "Who might you be, Sweet-heart?" Taylor's stormy grey eyes seemed to pierce her soul. She opened her mouth to say her name, "Noe--"

"My date, Campbell, so back off." Carson said sternly. Noelle looked at Carson in horror, that was the first time a boy ever showed her interest, like ever. Taylor put his hands up in defense and shrugged his shoulders. 

"There are plenty of fish in the sea. It was nice meeting you, 'Carson's date." Taylor stepped a little closer to Noelle so Carson couldn't quite hear him, "However, if you ever get tired of this meat-head, I'll be in the kitchen, Sweet-heart." He smiled down at her. Noelle swore her heart stopped. Noelle has never received attention like that ever. She was always over-looked and practically invisible until now. 

Taylor sauntered away back into the heart of his party. Noelle then turned her head towards Carson and punched him in his shoulder quickly. His hand automatically shot up to rub his bruise, "Ow, Noelle!"

"Why would you say that! I was interested, very interested in that guy!" Noelle said exasperatedly. Carson rolled his eyes.

"Okay, 1) you don't even know 'that guy's name and 2) he's a walking STI, he's slept with the entire grade." Carson replied as he started to move towards the kitchen with Noelle following closely. 

"He seemed nice and cute. And I usually don't feel this confident..." She replied.

"It's not your confidence he's looking at Noe. It's your tits."

"Now why would you say that?"

"It's true, every guy in here is."

"Even you?" She chuckled as they stumbled past sweating, dancing bodies. In truth, Carson did enjoy the view but, who didn't? 

"Don't be silly, Noe. You're like one of the guys." He chuckled as he made his way to the tequila. And suddenly she could feel just how tight her skirt felt on her hips and she noticed just how sheer her bralette was. She cleared her throat pulled her denim jacket a little closer to her chest.