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CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Expectations versus the reality of losing my virginity are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Not sure what it says about me, but I enjoyed the bite of pain with the tugs and pinches. The fact that it was Rodney is a surprise. Of all the guys, he has had the least amount of contact with me.
Now, as the adrenaline is starting to wear off, my body is starting to ache. When Rodney breached me, I knew there would be some pain, but I wasn’t prepared for the reality of it. A rush of wetness has me cringing.
Taking a deep breath and righting my clothes, I creep into the flow of foot traffic in the concourse of the stadium. It’s gotten quiet, so it’s safe to assume it’s halftime. Hopefully, I can blend into the crowd and return to my dorm without drawing any extra attention.
My underwear is wholly ruined, and I am sure there is blood mixed with it. For a minute, Kassidy, still sitting in the stands waiting for me, slips my mind, but there is no way I can sit through the rest of this game in my current state. A hot bath would be fantastic right about now, but since there are no baths available, a shower is going to have to do.
Me
I am heading back to the dorm. I don’t feel good.
Kassidy
Do you want me to come with you?
Me
That’s okay; stay and enjoy the game. I will call you tomorrow.
Somehow, I make it to the dorm without issues and into the shower without anyone noticing. If someone did see, no one bothered to comment.
Standing under the hot spray of the water, tonight’s incident runs on a loop in my head, playing through the what-ifs.
Could I have handled this differently?
Did Rodney realize what he did?
There is a soft knock on the door, so I quickly wash up. I wrap a towel around my body and call out that I am finished before closing the door to my room behind me. After drying off, tossing on some pajamas, and climbing into bed, suddenly exhausted, my eyes shutter closed, but sleep eludes me.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
It’s the start of the fourth quarter—Rodney disappeared during the second quarter and hasn’t returned. I am ready to have the guys split up and start looking for him when he stumbles up the steps and back to his seat. He is sitting between Callum and me. Callum shoots me a look over Rodney’s head. We all know that Rodney is having difficulty today, missing his dad. Leaning over to hiss in his ear so that he can hear me over the crowd noise, my voice has an edge to it.
“Where in the fuck have you been?”
He gets a lopsided grin but doesn’t bother to answer my question. Deciding we need to get him out of here before the bulk of the crowd starts to leave, I tilt my head toward the stairs in Callum’s direction. Giving Ashton a quick elbow to the ribs to let him know we are going, my head nods toward the aisle.
We get Rodney out of the stands and onto the stadium’s concourse. Once we are in a better light, Callum’s exclamation grabs all our attention.
“Dude, what the fuck happened to your pants? Did you spill ketchup all over yourself?”
Rodney responds or tries to, slurring his words as he speaks.
“Ahh, shit. She didn’t tell me she was on the rag.”
I look at Ashton and Callum. “Let’s get him out of here before we try to figure out what he’s done.”
“Where’s Duchess?”
Rodney’s slurred question raises all kinds of flags.
“Motherfucker!”
Ashton’s exclamation brings me out of my stupor, distracting me from Rodney’s question. Up until this moment, Rodney has been removed from most interactions with Kennedy. He gets quiet and withdrawn when her name comes up in conversation. Knowing how uncomfortable he is, we usually wait until he isn’t around to discuss her.
Rodney has passed out and is dead weight, pushing Kennedy’s whereabouts to the back of my mind. It takes much longer than it should, but we get Rodney back to the dorm, tossing him on his bed. The three of us stare at him—he is an absolute mess.
