Colin
Last night I dreamt about Sasha. I had dream after dream about her, us. I dreamt that she let me kiss her, that she was begging for me to touch her, to have her. I woke up so hard that I had to use my hand twice to relieve it.
I look around my room, seeing trophies and medals from over the years take up one wall, and my desk sits opposite my bed, holding a computer and a bunch of random school work. I decide to head over and do a little research. I go to YouTube and type in Sasha’s name. I know she’s in a band so maybe something will pop up. I’m surprised when I see more than ten videos load up.
My finger hovers over the mouse, indecisive, before clicking on one of the videos. I feel like a stalker right now but that girl has really gotten into my head. I watch, mesmerized, as Sasha sings on my computer screen; her voice touches something in me. If this is how she affects me just watching on my computer, I bet she is mind-blowing live.
I can’t wait to hear her play at the talent show.
I get ready and head downstairs, instantly seeing a note on the fridge. Dad is in meetings all day and won’t be available.
Surprise, surprise.
I head to school and when I see Sasha across the parking lot with her friends, my legs move before I have a chance to think twice about it. Stepping up behind her, I place my hands over her eyes and her body shivers when my skin touches her.
I lean forward so my mouth is next to her ear. “Guess who?” She turns her head a little and smiles.
“Zac Efron?” She teases and I let go of my hands and she acts surprised. “Sorry, was really hoping it was Zac.” She chuckles and I step towards her and start tickling her sides, causing her to scream.
“Say I’m better than Zac.” I tickle harder and she screams louder.
“Colin, please.” She laughs.
“Say, Colin you are so much better than Zac.”
“You are so much better!” she screams and I stop, watching as she tries to catch her breath. “In your dreams,” she adds, and when I try and walk towards her, she screams again and runs around her friends.
“You are so going to get it.” She yelps, using her friends as shields.
“It is way too early for you guys to be doing this,” Karen says.
“She’s right, you better just stop moving.” I smile at her and she sticks her tongue out at me. I quickly chase her; unfortunately for her, I run every day and no way can she beat me. I grab onto her hips, causing her to shriek, and lift her so she’s over my shoulder and walk us both into school.
“Oh my God, Colin, you better put me down.” She smacks my ass.
“Keep doing that, and see what happens.” She hits my ass again so I hit hers, making her yelp.
“I can’t believe you just spanked me.” My dick twitches at the mental picture of my hand on her white skin.
“You hit me first.” She laughs. People are watching us but I don’t care.
“Keep moving, people,” she says to the onlookers. I make small talk as I take her to her first class and she soon relaxes and talks like me carrying her around is normal. When we get to her classroom, I don’t want to put her down, but when I set her on her feet, seeing the smile that lights up her whole face was worth every second.
“Hope you enjoyed your walk.”
“I did. I could get used to not walking first thing.” I know she’s joking but I wouldn’t mind carrying her every day. It did give me a great view of her ass.
“If you’re a good girl, I could make it happen.”
“I’m always a good girl.” I know, I think sullenly. She is a good girl, a good person. I really do like her but I know if she ever found out about the stupid bet, she wouldn’t be looking at me like she is now. “Did I upset you?” Her soft voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“No, sorry, was just thinking.” She lifts her fingers to my forehead and soothes it.
“You need to stop over-thinking, you’ll get lines.” She giggles. Her fingers softly caress my forehead and I close my eyes, loving the feel of her touch, and I groan when she stops. Opening my eyes, I see hers are trained on me. It’s like she’s studying me, trying to figure me out.
“Come watch me practice after school.” I know I sound desperate, but I don’t care.
“Okay.”
My mouth hangs open and she giggles. “Okay, as in okay?” She nods.
“I’ll watch you.” I lift her, spinning her in a circle. “You must really want me to watch you.” I put her back down.
“Yeah, I really do.” I don’t normally care if girls watch me or not, but I want her to see how good I am, I want her… I guess I want her to be proud of what I do. What I want my future to be like.
This girl really is screwing with my head.
“I’ll see you after school, it not beforehand.” She enters her classroom. “Colin,” she yells as I start to turn away. I watch her bite her lip. “I kind of invited a couple of my friends to the party. I hope that was okay?” I see the worry in her eyes.
“It's fine. I can’t keep you to myself all night, right?” I wink at her and the smile returns. It’s now my mission to put it there every time I’m around her.
I head down the corridor and see Aaron and Danny leaning against our lockers, their arms crossed. I head towards them, noticing that Aaron looks a little pissed off.
“What’s going on man?”
“I don’t know, what is going on?”
“Aaron’s just being a sore loser.” Danny nudges him and Aaron gives him the finger.
“You chased after her yesterday and the whole school sees you carry her into school today, you’re smiling like a damn goofball. I know we have a bet going, but aren’t you worried about your reputation? What people will think?” All it took was two seconds for him to ruin my happy mood.
“Can you stop talking about the stupid bet? And seriously, I don’t give a flying fuck what people think of me. In a few months, I will be out of this shit-hole town and won’t be seeing these people again.” I pause, looking behind me like I’m expecting to see Sasha on the other end. “I’m not doing the bet anymore.”
“What do you mean you’re not doing the bet anymore?” Aaron asks, his face showing his shock.
“Yeah, come on, man,” Danny adds in.
“I’m not doing it. Sasha doesn’t deserve that childish, hurtful shit happening to her. It's fucked up.”
“Holy shit, you like her.” Aaron groans.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You’ve only been around her for a day. A fucking day,” Aaron says sternly.
“It took a day for me to really like her. We shouldn’t have even started this thing.” I walk past them and head to class, already starting to feel lighter. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to do it.
* * *
Unfortunately, I didn’t see Sasha for the rest of the day and when I get onto the field, disappointment washes over me when I don’t see her on the bleachers. There are a few other girls waving at me, but they aren’t the ones I want here.
I’m doing warm-ups with the team, my mood still sullen, when I hear sudden cheering and claps coming from the stands. I smile when I see Sasha and Karen walking to the bleachers, Sasha looking embarrassed as Karen continues to clap her hands. She looks my way and gives a little wave before sitting down.
I play the best I ever have and I don’t know if it is because I know she’s watching me or if it’s because I really do want to impress her. When practice is finished, I run over to her and she is beaming at me.
“What did you think?”
“Apart from you being all dirty and sweaty,” she chuckles, “you were amazing. You really are good.” That praise alone fills me with pride.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“God, you two are so gross.” Karen rolls her eyes, causing us to laugh.
“I better go and get showered.”
“Yeah, that would be a good idea.” Sasha touches a bit of dirt that is on my cheek and wipes it on my uniform. “Go clean up.”
“Want to join me?” I tease and she blushes.
“I will.” Karen raises her hand and I raise an eyebrow at her questioningly. Sasha stares at her with her mouth hanging open, just as shocked as me.
“What? I wouldn’t mind seeing a locker room full of naked, hot men.”
“You are just as bad as a guy sometimes,” Sasha says and Karen shrugs.
“I’ll catch you both after.” I lean forward and plant a little kiss on Sasha’s cheek and walk away. I can’t help myself from looking back and I watch as her hand goes to the place I just kissed her.
I head to the locker room and most of the guys are already showered, so I grab my towel and start to undress. I’m about to hit the showers when I hear one of my teammates, Richard, call out to me.
“What’s going on with you and that nerdy girl?” My fists clench up.
“We’re friends.”
“But why? She isn’t even that hot.” I feel my knuckles go white.
“I don’t need to explain why I like someone, but she is smart, funny and better than most of the girls in this school.”
He scoffs. “Oh, come on man, you’re trying to bone her right?” I feel my patience wearing thin.
“Actually, I’m not. I like her.” I turn around and start to walk away.
“She must have a magic vagina.” He laughs and so does a few of the other guys. I turn, grabbing Richard by his shirt, pinning him against the lockers.
“Remember your place, Rich, you don’t want to cross me. Do not talk about her like that again. You get me?” He nods and I release him. Looking around the room, I notice everyone is gawking at me. “That goes for the rest of you. She isn’t just some whore, so I don’t want you treating her like one.” They nod. I walk to the showers and once the water starts to hit my aching muscles, my shoulders slump.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Sasha is making me crazy. I think I need to stay away from her. I don’t want to, but I’m already causing fights and arguing with my friends. I need to take a step back. I’ll go to her now and tell her I have a busy schedule coming up so I won’t be around a lot.
It’s a pathetic move, but I can’t be acting like this over a girl I hardly know and didn’t even start talking to until yesterday.
I head back to the field and music fills my ears. Walking to where Sasha was sitting, I freeze when I get closer. Karen has Heart ‘Alone’ playing and Sasha is singing along with the words. Fuck me, what I was thinking about before just flies right out the window.
Her voice gets stronger, pulling me in. I walk closer and just watch her sing and the emotions that cross her features. When the chorus hits, her voice is so powerful it hits me to the very core.
When her eyes open, they connect with mine. It’s like she is singing to me. The instrumental part of the song plays and she gives me a smile and then starts singing again. I walk closer to her and sit beside her as she finishes the song, staring at her in awe.
“That was amazing,” I finally manage to say and she looks to her hands, looking so innocent.
“She doesn’t take compliments well when it comes to her singing,” Karen says.
“You are so good. So much better in person.”
“What do you mean in person?” Sasha looks up at me, confused. Shit. I wish I didn’t say anything.
“I kind of looked you and your band up and watched you play.” Now it’s me looking embarrassed.
“You searched for me?”
I nod. “Yeah.” She must be happy that I did as my favorite smile is back.
“You want to walk me home?” I look over to Karen.
“I have plans,” she says, answering my silent question.
“I’d love to walk you home.” I stand and give her my hand to take, which she does.
We walk Karen to her car and when we are alone I give her hand a squeeze and we walk to her house, hand in hand.