Short Stories

That Bastard! (Co-Written with @CaseyWallen)

Megan

Christian Fucking Sheldon. That bastard had done it again.

He was the person that calmed me down. He was the person that pissed me off to no end. He was the person I thought about spending forever with. He was my worst nightmare and my enemy.

Let me explain. In my sophomore year, I decided to join the football team for some reason (no, there was a reason! I loved playing football and so I worked really hard for it and got on the team somehow). So anyways... The coach, for some "smart" reason decided that it was easier (for him of course) to let me have a locker in the corner of the BOYS locker room.

So in the locker room after practice today...

"Who the hell stole my bra!" I yelled into the group of snickering guys who were either dressed completely or donning towels that showed off their bodies, some of them sinfully so. While, I was wearing a towel... ONLY a towel.

"Hey Young. Decided to leave your corner?" Matt commented, laughing his arse off. I rolled my eyes and flashed my fuck finger at him, growling.

"Hahaha, screw off Novikov." I walked back to my locker. Why were guys such arseholes?

"You should have at least put on your shorts before you left your natural habitat." Someone called. I couldn't tell who it was and honestly at that moment, I couldn't give two shits.

I really didn't want to change without a bra... although that probably wouldn't have been too terribly bad.

"Looking for this, Young?" The same voice smirked. I recognized that voice as Christian. He walked around the corner, my bra hanging around his finger by one of the straps.

"Christian Fucking Sheldon. Why am I not surprised? Give me my bra back." I demanded, holding my towel to my chest and reaching out with my other arm.

"Or what? What are you going to do in only a towel?"

"Give me my fucking bra, bastard!"

"Oooh, feisty. I like it. Nevermind that. I will return your bra... for a trade."

"A trade of what? Would you rather get your manhood crushed or cut off?" Christian moved his hand down to shield the mentioned area and smirked weakly.

"You'll get your bra back if... you be my girlfriend for a week. Or longer if you choose." I thought about it for a moment.

"Hell no."

"Aweso- Wait, what?" He had a confuzled look on his face.

"I said hell-to-the-motherfucking no. Loud and clear enough for ya, hotshot?"

"Why not?" I pretended to think.

"Because A) You're a prick. B) You're one of my bestfriend's cousin. C) Just no. You gotta work for my affections, sweet cheeks." Christian smirked.

"Fine. But I will get you eventually." He threw my bra at me and walked away. What he said both terrified me and thrilled me. 'I will get you eventually'? What the hell did that mean?

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"How was practice?" Cole asked, opening the door of Rusty. Rusty was his car, a baby blue 1971 Datsun 240z.

"Practice was fine." I scowled.

"Of course it was. Anyway, mom and dad went to a party with some friends tonight and won't be back til midnight or later. Mom said we can invite friends over, but only two of your friends, two of mine, and Skylar. You know how our friends get when they're together in one place for longer than five minutes."

"Yeah, the proof is at Briana's house. Wait, why Sky?" He shrugged.

"For some reason our parent's trust her more than both of us combined."