All Of You

eight || Guys, this is Daisy

M I G U E L

RUNNING INTO VIOLET as we were exiting the gym was definitely a pleasant surprise. I wasn't shocked that I didn't see her this morning, first day of college is always a chaos for most freshman. That's also another thing; she's a freshman and most likely I won't be having any classes with her.

There's something about her that I find really intriguing. Maybe it's my dick doing all the thinking right now but either way I can't get her angelic face out of my head. And those eyes, icy green and almond shaped. She's just fucking hot.

You just wanna fuck her.

My brain reminds me.

Well duh. I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her standing outside the party house. In fact I made it a mission to take her home with me. And though I did do that—we didn't fuck. Both of us were drunk. And I might be a man slut but I'm still a gentleman.

Violet has fire in her and it's not just my dick that finds it so appealing. All she wanted to do was leave my room as fast as possible that morning and for me to reassure her that we didn't have sex.

It was both amusing and refreshing.

I haven't had to work for a girl in while and I'm well aware that I'm not just trying to fuck her now. It actually kinda bothers me that she might think that. So now I have to prove to her that I don't just wanna get in her pants. And I'm determined to see where it goes.

It's six o'clock when we arrive home. We have about an hour to get ready and go have some dinner and a few beers at Flips-the only sports bar we have here in Roanoke-since Daisy ended up canceling on me the other night after orientation. She told me Monday was good for her.

Dee is a really good friend of mine and I want her to meet the guys.

Getting out of the shower, I pick up my phone to check the time. I only have about fifteen minutes before we have to get going. It's a school night and we have an early practice tomorrow so I don't want to be out to late.

I sent Daisy a quick text to make sure she's not cancelling again. There's a part of me that thinks she fears to be a part of my new life since the old one left her wounded. I realize that it was nobody's fault still I understand her.

ME: Still sure you don't want a ride?

DAISY: Positive. I'll meet you there in a few.

ME: You better punk!

DAISY: 😂

I slip into my jeans, a black Nike shirt and Air Jordans then head downstairs. The guys are already ready to go they were just waiting for me.

We all hop into my truck and head out.

"So what happened with the hottie earlier? Did she actually give you her number?" Noah asks.

"Of course she gave it to me!" I say back and the guys all chuckle. Assholes.

Telling them that we didn't fuck cause we were both so drunk is not the problem. It's that she ran out of my room without giving me her info. That's what they're all laughing at.

"I'm just saying, your game might be slipping." Noah shrugs.

"Ha. Ha. She gave me her number so fuck y'all." I flip them off.

"But is it her real number?" Johnny adds.

"Not you talking, acting like you got some from the hot redhead." I'm quick to tell him.