Maybe she would never change and being boring was her lot in life. Ella moved through the crowd weaving her way towards the door watching the people around her with apathy. A girl nearby was leaning over while puking into a planter with her friend holding her hair back making Ella hope it was a fake plant because otherwise it would probably die by the end of the week. She moved around the two girls heading for the large double doors she’d go study for her American lit test. She needed an A on it anyway and she’d only studied for an hour this morning between classes. She was only a foot from the door when it burst open and a booming voice called out.
“Quarterback in the house! Ladies line up because he’s single again!” Garret Marks, one of the team’s wide receivers’ shouts as he ushers Simon Bentley—our schools resident quarterback—into the door followed by two other large men. Great, this was all she needed. All eyes on the star quarterback with me between him and this damned party. She knew his presence was going to draw all the giggling girls and she be likely to get trampled by the stamped.
Why nearly every girl was crazy about a guy who could run around a field with a leather ball in his hands while wearing peter pan’s tights with a pound of plastic on his shoulders was beyond her understanding. Ella just don’t get it. Well she did get that they were hot. Hell, most of them likely belonged in a Magic Mike movie. Still why the chicks threw themselves at any jock who’d take them while tossing their self-respect out the window was incomprehensible to her. Then there was the constant speculation about every tiny aspect of their lives. The hero worship and treating them like gods was not something Ella could understand.
Garret practically knocked her over as he and two other big guys come barreling past Ella. She glared at them as she fell backwards her hip banged hard into the table beside the entryway.
Yep, college is great!
With pain radiating from her injured hip as she tried to right her balance Ella let out a little hiss. Overcorrecting she felt herself falling as her hands reach out desperately preparing to catch herself before she took a header into the wall. With her heart beating wildly, Ella was sure that she’d end up three weeks into her senior year with a nasty concussion. Only her momentum was stopped abruptly and hard arms were suddenly wrapped around her waist. Her breath catches and she felt herself pulled forward landing against a large, hard body.
With her heart roaring in her ears she stared at her hands which were now resting on a hard-male chest that was covered in a grey t-shirt. The shirt left little to the imagination and a shiver of desire slipped down her spine as she inhaled a rather enticing whiff of bayberry and man. Making her feel slightly lightheaded.
“Whoa, sorry about that.” A husky male voice said close to her ear, his breath tickling her neck. Ella almost moan as desire slammed into her. It poured through her veins like liquid lightening. Unable to stop herself, Ella raised her eyes up to meet his. Her gaze meeting the bluest eyes she’d ever seen staring down at her from a tanned male face. They were crinkled in the corners as he smiled down at her sending her already out of control libido spinning. Damn. She needed to stop looking at the face of the dark-haired Adonis who was now holding her tightly to his hard body. Ella blinked unsure if maybe she’d fallen and hit her head and was now having some kind of sex dream. His hard looking lips curled into a lopsided smirk as he stared down at her.
Get a hold of yourself Ella! Speak damn it.
Ella tried to say something but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth and her eyes seemed to be glued to his face taking in every detail. Her eyes traced his rugged jaw line up over his chiseled cheeks to take in the longest lashes she’d ever seen. Stubble lined his jaw and she wondered what it would feel like rubbing against her inner thighs. Hey, no judgment—she was a virgin not dead. His smirk made his eyes darken and his lids had lowered. If she didn’t know better she might mistake the look in his eyes for interest. Ha, as if there was a chance in hell of that. Shaking that thought aside because she knew it was just wishful thinking she tried to push away from him. He wouldn’t let her go his hands on her hips tightening as he forced her to stay in his arms.
“You okay, babe?” Simon asked gently his head titling as he watched her silently.
“Um—I don—yes,” she stuttered out.
Wow, way to look like an idiot Ella.
“Good, you weren’t leav—,” Simon’s eyes were flowing over her face as if he were trying to puzzle something out when a loud voice called out from across the room interrupting what he’d been saying.
“Bentley! Get your ass over here and meet these babes.” Ella
