Trevor
Trevor
It was sort of baffling how much football dominated my life, and how I didn't get around to realizing it until it was forced out.
Like, I actually showed up to all my classes. I knew Hatch's course was the only one keeping me off the field, but I showed up for the rest too. I put in the work.
Not because I wanted to prove Stephanie wrong and somehow nab valedictorian or something stupid like that, but just out of boredom and lack of other productive things to do.
What didn't help? My second passion, pointless college parties, were losing a whole lot of their luster.
I walked into the frat's kitchen, looking for some food. All I found was a can of hot dog chili. Could I even really call that a meal, especially since I didn't even have hot dog buns? Or hot dogs for that matter? I ran finances through my head to try to figure out if I could really afford to order some Chinese. God, that was what I yearned for. I didn't want a Lamborghini or an Armani suit, I just wanted to be able to order Chinese food without thinking about it.
Grunting as I ran math in my head, I realized I could probably manage it and still have my phone work. I pulled up said phone and fidgeted an order out, then collapsing onto the sofa.
As it often did when I entered a situation without anything else to think about, my mind turned to Stephanie.
I couldn't get this chick out of my head.
Like, I knew I had gotten her addicted to my cock. Against all common sense, we fucked. In the middle of a classroom. We fucked hard.
It was the common sense part that was fucking with me. Even my dumb ass knew why she was kinda paranoid.
"Well, well," I heard the all too familiar voice of Dustin call out as he burst through the door, "Look who's famous!"
"You suddenly get famous? Cause I'm already famous. What part of being the Train don't you get, Dust?"
Dustin closed the door behind him. He was carrying a newspaper in his hand, which was especially odd because no one our age reads a newspaper.
He threw it down on the table in front of me.
"Yes, that's a newspaper," I muttered. "Are you getting a bird and need to line its cage?"
"Shut up and read it, idiot."
I shrugged, and picked up the paper. It was the AU Herald, the school's local paper. I didn't even know we even had a school paper at this point, but I figured the journalism nerds needed to do something or other.
The headline was in all capital letters. It read:
FOOTBALL STAR'S SECRET FACULTY LOVE
A chill hit me. There was a photograph. Of a situation that I had remembered all too well, just like anything I had done with Stephanie.
Her. Me. Our lips locked. Vividly. An angle that made it pretty clear it was me, and pretty clear it was her.
It was from the day before. When I responded to learning she was going to be tutoring to me by laying down my game.
"Tabloid trash? That's what the school paper has resorted to?" I wanted to crumple it up. Throw it in the garbage, yet I kept reading.
"Well, they need to sell some papers and raise some money somehow." Dustin had sat on a chair adjacent to me, watching me panic as if it was his fetish or something
'Our sources state that AU Football Hero TREVOR RICHARDS, affectionately known by fans as THE TRAIN, has been allured by someone besides the scores of sorority girls lining up and begging for a ride.'
"Is this guy just trying to get hired by TMZ or some bullshit?"
"Modern journalism, Trev. Modern Journalism."
'It is believed that the woman in this photo is none other than recent new Assistant Professor Stephanie Casey, a twenty-two-year-old recently hired to fill in for former Assistant Professor Nicolas Wagner, who abruptly departed the university last month.'
"Stephanie Casey? Who the hell is Stephanie Casey?" I asked, falsely grinning in front of Dustin.
"Well, since you're kissing her in that there photo, I'm assuming you know quite well."
For those who are behind on AU rules and regulations, relationships of the romantic nature are strictly forbidden under threat of termination and expulsion in each of the respective cases. Richards is already under academic probation, so this could spell the end of the fan favorite football hero.
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit on a cuntdick bitch. I needed more profanity to spew out to truly cope with that.
"That could be anyone, Dustin. That can't be me."
"Dude, you're pretty fucking distinct. So's that new assistant professor. Not a lot of people look like you two. People don't forget a pretty face, be it male or female."
I ran my hand through my hair. "Can you even really call this a kiss? Look, she's not even fully into it."
"Well, that would make it sexual assault, which isn't really a better position. Actually, it makes it a whole lot worse."
"I didn't mean it like that, man."
"Trev, I can't figure out if you're denying this or trying to play it off as not being that bad."
"Jesus fucking Christ," I vented. "I didn't know she was a teacher man. I met her at the Steely Boys a few nights ago. We had something. Like, really something."
"I'm not following? You seduced someone you didn't know was a teacher? Why are you kissing her then? In school of all places?"
Would he remotely understand? This is the guy who rated his sexual prowess on quantity. "Dude, you didn't report this, did you?"
"I ain't no snitch."
I let out a long breath. "Don't say anything if you're asked."
"So I won't say you openly fucked a professor in front of me, got it."
"Dude, this is serious."
He just laughed.
"Don't make me knock your jaw off, man."
"Hey, it's not my fault you're hot for teacher."
I knocked his jaw off.
Okay, not literally, but I socked him really good.
"Fuck, what was that for?"
"Dude, she's more than a teacher."
He looked at me for a time. Even his idiot self was coming to understand what I really meant.
"Right. I won't say anything. I'll act like it's business as usual, you have a long string of random chicks coming in and all that."
"Probably make me sound like some sort of sex addict, but that's doable, I guess."
I slammed the paper down, stood, and started to pace. What the fuck was I going to do?
What the fuck were we?
Shit, two consenting adults shouldn't have to put up with all of this nonsense.