Chapter Six
Margie was at the game. She hadn’t been to one before, but now was as good a time as any, especially if she wanted to get to know Lance better. It was difficult for her to follow the game exactly as it was being played, but by the sound of the cheering crowds from her college in the bleachers, it was easy to tell that their team was doing well. Lance was the star.
He was flying, his jersey fluttering behind him. Even from a distance, Margie could see his biceps flex and the muscles on his thighs rip as he lunged and ran and kicked. Margie couldn’t stop herself from growing more nervous by the minute. She couldn’t wait to surprise him. If he thought that she was not going to be interested in this side of him, he was mistaken.
The crowd cheered as their team flew to victory, and his teammates had picked Lance up on their shoulders. She could see guys scream loudly and girls swoon. The cheerleaders, including Chloe, were out on the field again. Margie couldn’t deny it, Chloe looked absolutely gorgeous in her jersey, her dark hair tied in a plait and shining, her glittery canvas shoes sparkling in the sun.
Margie stood up to clap despite the misgivings she had at seeing Chloe and the cheerleaders run towards the team. She started making her way down the bleachers towards the front. She’d spotted a gap in the crowd that she could possibly squeeze through and wave at him when the team passed by towards the locker rooms.
Her eyes were still on Lance, and how happy he looked. This was what he was good at, what he believed in himself for. He didn’t need anybody else’s validation to make him feel good about what he could achieve on the field. Margie was proud of him.
She noticed the way he leaned in to whisper something in Chloe’s ear but she ignored it. They were friends, and she couldn’t be jealous of his friends, no matter how sexy and how in love with him they were.
Margie managed to squeeze her way through and she stood behind the cordoned off area, trying to look over the shoulders of the people standing in front of her.
It was only after a few minutes that she realized she was standing behind Bryan and some of the other guys from the fraternity. It made her uncomfortable, she didn’t want them to turn around and find her there, but she wasn’t going to move away either. This was the only opportunity she had of showing her support for Lance. It would make him happy.
Her ears pricked when the guys in front of her started talking about Lance. They were praising him for his performance. It made Margie smile, but she lost her good humor when she heard the next bit.
“Oh, by the way, did you see that redhead girl from yesterday? She was in the bleachers.” It was Bryan’s voice. Margie could feel her neck beginning to redden. They were talking about her, they had seen her already.
“Oh yeah?” The guy next to him asked and laughed. “Is she stalking Lance or something?”
Margie’s brows furrowed. She was angry and embarrassed at the same time. She wished Lance could hear this. Should she tell him? He’d be able to set the record straight for them.
“Looks like it. Apparently, he can’t get rid of her,” Bryan continued, and Margie breathed in. How were they just arriving at these conclusions? Did they have nothing better to talk about?
“She seems like the type,” the guy commented, and they both laughed. They were still clapping and cheering amid their conversation and Margie’s heart was sinking. So this was what Lance’s friends thought of her.
“Yeah, apparently he pity fucked her the other night and she’s been following him around ever since, ” Bryan said with a laugh, and the other guy laughed even harder.
Margie’s world came crashing down around her. She didn’t want to hear any more. How did they even know Lance had sex with her? Had Lance told them? Had he told them it was pity sex? Margie started slowly backing away until her back hit the chest of the person standing behind her, who roughly pushed her aside. She could still hear them, though, and she wanted to run away.
“Oh, shit! Damn. Why did he do it, anyway?” The other guy’s voice came through. Margie turned around. She didn’t want to know Bryan’s answer. She didn’t want to hear what Lance had been telling his friends about her.
“She’s tutoring him for free. She was probably expecting it,” Bryan said loudly, leaning in towards the guy as he spoke. Margie turned to look at him and for a second their eyes met. Bryan’s surprised look turned to amusement, a grin forming on his face.
Margie was horrified. He had seen her, seen her eavesdropping on their conversation. She felt claustrophobic in the crowd, she was being pushed around by people from all directions.
“She tried to come on to me too,” Bryan said, even more loudly this time, looking directly at her as he spoke. The other guy erupted into a volley of laughter, just as Margie managed to break from the crowd. She was running towards the exit, trying to squeeze past people who were pushing against her. She was breathing hard, she hardly had any breath left in her system. She needed to get out.
When she eventually did, Margie leaned against a wall. She wasn’t sure where she was, or which exit she’d taken. There were still people streaming past her, cheering and screaming loudly in excitement, but she only slid down the wall and crouched on the ground.
With her hands, she shielded her eyes from the light.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?” Margie heard a girl’s voice. She peeped through her splayed fingers and saw Chloe’s heavily made-up face close to hers. Chloe was crouching on the ground, reaching to touch her hair.
“Get away from me!” Margie shrieked, and stood up. Chloe nearly fell back in surprise and then stood up herself.
“I was just checking to see if you’re alright.” Chloe’s voice had turned from worried to venomous.
“I don’t need your help,” Margie said, worried that she’d break into tears very soon.
“Whatever,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes and turning around to rejoin the crowd. To her horror, Margie saw Lance approaching with some of his teammates, accepting pats on his back and shaking hands with people who passed by.
Margie froze in terror. She didn’t want to see him or his smiling, happy face after what he had said about her, what he had done to her.
She was about to turn away when he called out to her.
“Margie!” His voice was smooth like butter, loud and confident and Margie froze to the spot again. Her muscles physically did not move. Her breath caught in her throat. She was aware of the wild-eyed look in her eyes as he hurried towards her, still smiling.
“You came to my game! I didn’t think it was your kinda scene.” Lance came over with his arms outstretched. Was he expecting a hug?
Margie didn’t respond or smile when he came over and hugged her. His arms around her, which would have put her in heaven only fifteen minutes ago, repulsed her. She felt like she hated him.
“Margie?” He pulled away from her and looked into her face. “Aren’t you going to congratulate me? Or don’t you know what just happened there? We won,” Lance said, and laughed. He thought he was funny.
She didn’t have the energy to say anything, even though her hands itched to slap him. She took a few steps away from him instead, and somebody’s elbow jabbed into her ribcage and she doubled over.
“Hey! Watch it, man!” Lance screamed at the guy and placed his hands on her shoulders while she was bent over.
“You okay, Margie?” he asked, still yelling a little to be heard over the noise of the crowd.
“I’m fine. Let me go,” Margie finally managed to say. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“What the hell? What’s wrong?” Lance asked. His smile had disappeared and his brow was furrowed now.
She straightened herself and debated what to say. Did he even deserve an explanation? Not after what he had said about her. She was a charity case to him. That’s all she was. Claire was right.
“I need to go,” she said instead and turned on her heels. Her hand was still rubbing the spot where the guy had jabbed her in her ribcage.
“Wait, Margie. Where are you going? I thought we were going to celebrate,” Lance yelled after her. Margie hurried on, squeezing through the crowd again.
She couldn’t bear to look at him or hear his voice. He was a fraud, he had used her and he was never going to change.
She was finally outside the stadium and she could breathe again. It was then that she realized that she had tears streaming down her face. How long had she been crying? She ran to her dorm.
“What’s wrong?” Claire had a towel wrapped around her head. She had just taken a shower. Margie was sitting on her bed, stock-still, staring out of the window with tears streaming down her face.
“I had sex with Lance,” she said robotically. From the corner of her eye, she could see Claire’s hand fly to her mouth soundlessly.
“Now? I thought there was a game on?” Claire came over to her, to sit by her side on the bed. Margie didn’t want to turn to her.
“No, that night at the party,” she said, in a dispassionate voice. She didn’t want to cry anymore, but the tears were impossible to stop. She had only herself to blame.
“Did he hurt you? Why are you crying?” Claire placed a hand on her shoulder as Margie shook her head.
“No. He was lovely. It was good. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to lose my virginity to,” Margie said, finally wiping the tears from her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
“Well, yeah. You lost your virginity to Lance Healy. That is awesome.” Claire lifted her hand in the air, waiting for Margie to reciprocate the high-five. But Margie didn’t make a move.
“Sorry. I thought maybe you’d see the lighter side of things. Why are you upset then, Margie?” Claire had inched closer to her, and Margie could predict a cuddle coming on. Maybe she needed it. There was no use in resisting affection and friendship from someone who was actually willing to give it.
“Because I found out today that Lance Healy had sex with me because he felt sorry for me. He thought he had to repay me for the free tutoring,” Margie informed her friend. She breathed in deeply and sighed. There was no reason to beat around the bush or lie to Claire anymore.
It was over. There was no returning to the happy days, not after what she knew now.
“How do you know that?” Claire asked. She was trying her best to not sound aghast or disgusted.
“He’s been telling his friends that. I overheard them today at the game. They couldn’t have known about us having sex unless Lance told them.” Margie finally fell on Claire, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck. She did need a hug, she did need some comforting. She didn’t want to think about Lance anymore. He wasn’t the guy who she thought he was. He was everything Claire had warned her against. He was a college superstar, the guy of every girl’s fantasy. But he could never be anything more than that to her. She just had to accept it.