"Babe you sure that's just allergies? You've been sick for a while, fuck it I'm taking you to see the doc." I dropped her shit and went to pick her up but she fended me off with her stubborn ass.
"No baby it's fine I promise, they're just a little worse than usual but nothing to worry about." Yeah, I've been hearing that shit for days now. I studied her teary eyes and red nose with suspicion, I didn’t care who laughed at me, seeing her sick was not an option.
My boys thought I’d lost it but what the fuck did they know? How would they know how it felt to have someone so deep under your skin that you wanted to keep all the bad away? They were just a bunch of horny asses looking to get laid. For me this was the big stakes, the until death do you part shit that seemed designed to make men stupid, because I couldn’t see where she was losing her damn mind. She was all smooth sailing while I spent every waking moment thinking up ways to attach her to me so I can keep an eye on her twenty-four seven.
The last two weeks have been fucking amazing; apart from the strange fucking looks and the whispers everywhere we went things were going smoothly. I knew they were working out that way because I've been steamrolling over her. I made a decision and carried it through. Like the decision to spend every night in the same bed, she hadn't been too sure about that either, but I didn't take no for an answer.
I knew I was moving too fast for convention ask me if I give two fucks. She's my girl and she'll be my girl when she's ninety. Nothing's gonna change that, why the fuck should I go slow, to impress who or abide by whose standards?
Life's too mother-fucking short for that shit, kill that noise. Of course my teammates joked behind my back that I was pussy whipped. First one of those assholes I hear saying that shit was gonna get a fist to the face. Not for making fun of me, but because it was disrespectful to my girl. My girl wasn't easy, she didn't give it up and surprisingly I didn't feel the need to rush her. Not that it was anybody's fucking business, but all the same I didn't want them thinking that shit let alone saying it.
I took her everywhere with me, even practice; I had her sitting in the stands while we went through our routines. My baby didn't know shit about the game but that didn't bother me, I don't need a cheerleader. She could sit there and read or play on her phone or some shit, as long as I could see her when I looked over there that's all I cared about. I didn't care about anyone else's opinion. All those people who swore they knew me and whispered that we wouldn't last, that I'd soon grow bored and pull an Avery as it was called around here; everyone seemed to be questioning my behavior. Just a good hard look usually had them shutting the fuck up.
I knew other girls were approaching her and giving her shit, she didn't tell me this of course, she didn't have to. There were more than enough people on campus that made it their business to keep me in the loop. None of them dared approach her in my presence, it would only make them look stupid since she knew all about them.
I told her everything, well I didn't go into detail, that's just fucking crass, but I told her who I’d fucked before, well the ones that were still here anyway. So none of them could try to throw that shit in her face. She knew too that I never hit the same skin twice, didn't want anyone getting ideas. I knew they were mad as fuck that I treated her differently after only just meeting her, when some of them had been trying for years to sneer me. I tell you one thing, I'm not into disrespecting women, I won't call any of my past conquests whores for sleeping with me after one night, what would that make me after all? But if they fucked with her I won't think twice about drop kicking one of their asses.