whining got on my nerves. Our apartment was within walking distance of campus, affordable, and big enough for three guys not to get on each other’s nerves—at least too much.
“I think it’s a family tradition. His father or uncle or someone was an Omega. And, douchebags like to hang out with other douchebags. I’m sure Richie feels like he’s at home in that house. And they’re all not so bad. You just don’t want to wear a costume. Loosen up, dude.” I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and offered one to Andy.
“Loosen up. Right. I look like one of the Village People.” I turned toward Andy and snickered. He was spot on. All he needed was the leather beret and aviators.
“YMCA is good in a crowd. You can be the entertainment.” He jabbed my shoulder before storming away.
“Aren’t you a little too into this? Thor? Really?”
“You’re just jealous because I’m a superhero and you’re . . . what are you, anyway?”
“A biker, idiot,” Andy called behind him as he left the kitchen.
“How’s this? Am I grotesque enough?” Ethan burst out of his room with a bloody, broken face and red goop where his eye was supposed to be.
“You’re a kick ass zombie. Not sure if you’ll attract any girls looking like that, but you nailed it.”
Ethan chuckled. “I’m sure any available girls there will be chasing after you and your hammer anyway.”
I shrugged. “They can chase all they want. My hammer and I are taken this Halloween.”
Ethan whistled. “Wow! You really got it bad if you pulled yourself off the market so fast.”
The crazy thing was, it didn’t seem fast at all. When I first got to Culver, I was a kid in a candy store. Girls were everywhere—always willing and very able. You wouldn’t think it would get so tiring. I never wanted to be a jerk, but I was human—and people got hurt. At the end of the day, none of them cared who I really was, they just wanted a piece of “OT.” Bella was the first one who wanted me for me, not how many goals I scored.
It also didn’t hurt that Bella was beautiful. More than beautiful; striking, breathtaking, the kind of gorgeous that makes a man lose the ability to think and speak. When I first saw her in line at Bean Shooters, it was like being struck by a thunderbolt. The world faded away, and there was only this girl. She rolled her eyes at me in contempt and brushed me off, but it only made me want her all the more. Since the day she sat down in front of me in accounting class, she was mine. It was scary how fast I became hooked on everything about her. Everyone else paled in comparison, so as far as I was concerned, there was no market.
“Did you take a look at my girl? You’d have it bad, too.”
Ethan chuckled as he nodded. “Yeah, I admit I did. And so did Richie. So try to not let him get under your skin tonight. We’re all taking bets on when you finally lose it and knock his teeth down his throat.”
I let out a long sigh and took a big swig of beer. Richie always liked to play this game with me and girls. He told people I was just his ‘wing man’ to try to get with every girl who showed an interest in me. I shrugged it off as him being a first class loser, but the shit he pulled when Bella was around was different. He didn’t just flirt with her, he outright leered at her—and the more pissed I became, the more he loved to do it. He knew she was more to me. All the guys did. If fighting with a teammate didn’t get me suspended for a couple of games, I would have punched his fucking lights out weeks ago.
“Richie won’t get the best of me. Bella’s mine. He can be the asshole he always is tonight and it’s gonna roll right off my back. You watch.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I wore black jeans under my costume. Maybe superheroes in the movies could get away with tights but a real man needed dignity, and pockets.
BELLA : Hey! I should be there around 8. Laura and I are walking there with Kristy and Jaimee.
ME : We
“I think it’s a family tradition. His father or uncle or someone was an Omega. And, douchebags like to hang out with other douchebags. I’m sure Richie feels like he’s at home in that house. And they’re all not so bad. You just don’t want to wear a costume. Loosen up, dude.” I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and offered one to Andy.
“Loosen up. Right. I look like one of the Village People.” I turned toward Andy and snickered. He was spot on. All he needed was the leather beret and aviators.
“YMCA is good in a crowd. You can be the entertainment.” He jabbed my shoulder before storming away.
“Aren’t you a little too into this? Thor? Really?”
“You’re just jealous because I’m a superhero and you’re . . . what are you, anyway?”
“A biker, idiot,” Andy called behind him as he left the kitchen.
“How’s this? Am I grotesque enough?” Ethan burst out of his room with a bloody, broken face and red goop where his eye was supposed to be.
“You’re a kick ass zombie. Not sure if you’ll attract any girls looking like that, but you nailed it.”
Ethan chuckled. “I’m sure any available girls there will be chasing after you and your hammer anyway.”
I shrugged. “They can chase all they want. My hammer and I are taken this Halloween.”
Ethan whistled. “Wow! You really got it bad if you pulled yourself off the market so fast.”
The crazy thing was, it didn’t seem fast at all. When I first got to Culver, I was a kid in a candy store. Girls were everywhere—always willing and very able. You wouldn’t think it would get so tiring. I never wanted to be a jerk, but I was human—and people got hurt. At the end of the day, none of them cared who I really was, they just wanted a piece of “OT.” Bella was the first one who wanted me for me, not how many goals I scored.
It also didn’t hurt that Bella was beautiful. More than beautiful; striking, breathtaking, the kind of gorgeous that makes a man lose the ability to think and speak. When I first saw her in line at Bean Shooters, it was like being struck by a thunderbolt. The world faded away, and there was only this girl. She rolled her eyes at me in contempt and brushed me off, but it only made me want her all the more. Since the day she sat down in front of me in accounting class, she was mine. It was scary how fast I became hooked on everything about her. Everyone else paled in comparison, so as far as I was concerned, there was no market.
“Did you take a look at my girl? You’d have it bad, too.”
Ethan chuckled as he nodded. “Yeah, I admit I did. And so did Richie. So try to not let him get under your skin tonight. We’re all taking bets on when you finally lose it and knock his teeth down his throat.”
I let out a long sigh and took a big swig of beer. Richie always liked to play this game with me and girls. He told people I was just his ‘wing man’ to try to get with every girl who showed an interest in me. I shrugged it off as him being a first class loser, but the shit he pulled when Bella was around was different. He didn’t just flirt with her, he outright leered at her—and the more pissed I became, the more he loved to do it. He knew she was more to me. All the guys did. If fighting with a teammate didn’t get me suspended for a couple of games, I would have punched his fucking lights out weeks ago.
“Richie won’t get the best of me. Bella’s mine. He can be the asshole he always is tonight and it’s gonna roll right off my back. You watch.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I wore black jeans under my costume. Maybe superheroes in the movies could get away with tights but a real man needed dignity, and pockets.
BELLA : Hey! I should be there around 8. Laura and I are walking there with Kristy and Jaimee.
ME : We
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