The Only One in John Boy's POV
1000 ADDS ON GOODREAD? OH MY STARS! You are all amazing. and to celebrate, I've written John and Melanie's first meeting from John's POV. Keep in mind, it's unedited, but I think you'll get a real hint into the eyes of John Boy. Enjoy! And guess what else? THURSDAY is release day! EEEK. So close!
Halloween parties at the Alpha Mu house are always amateur hour. Girls half dressed meant more random guys groping them, somehow thinking that feeling up a girl in a bunny costume was the way to get them in bed. No matter how drunk a girl is, that shit doesn’t fly. Missy and some of the other Kappas had been on my ass all night. Maybe the loincloth was a bad idea. I spotted her near the bar, standing up on her tip toes with her eyes wide and searching the room for me. I had to get away as fast as possible. I made a beeline behind a group of girls in lingerie, glancing back to make sure she didn’t see me. My bare chest hit something warm and then I felt a cold pool of liquid spill down my abs before I heard a gasp. I looked down and met a gorgeous pair of green eyes. It took me a minute before I could place the wide-eyed girl. She was the manager at the coffee shop in the student center. The girl barely ever looked at me. She was the only one that didn’t care if I smiled at her or said anything. Most girls I didn’t even have to talk to. They just threw themselves at me and hoped I’d fuck them. This girl was the only one who ever blew me off. My eyes trailed down to wear a giant red spot soaked through her sweater. A gray sweater. Fuck me, she was wearing a Hermione costume. Not the slutty ones they sell at those overpriced Halloween stores. This one was full on authentic Hermione with the gray sweater, Gryffindor scarf, and gray skirt. And she looked even hotter than the real thing. I didn’t usually make the first move on a girl, but for this girl I made an exception. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, making a suggestion she should come up to my room. She whimpered. An amazing sound that came from her full lips. “Down, John Boy!” Before the girl had a chance to answer, Trey’s boyfriend, Monica jumped in between us, her eyes narrowed at me like she was about to bite my head off like some rabid Chihuahua. Thank God Trey swooped in and calmed her down. With my height and size I wasn’t afraid of too many people, but I didn’t put it past Monica to attack me. “John Boy spilled a drink on Melanie to try and get her naked!” Monica yelled. Melanie. That was her name. And I wasn’t trying to get her naked, but since she mentioned it I couldn’t help but let my eyes graze over Melanie. She was petite and had just the right amount of curves. I wouldn’t have minded peeling off that sweater and seeing what she was hiding under those layers. They went on arguing about me and Melanie, but I didn’t care what they were saying. All I cared about was staring at the beautiful girl before me and thinking how bad I wanted to run my fingers through her curly hair. “John Boy, do you have an extra shirt that Monica’s friend can borrow?” Trey asked. I couldn’t help but grin. Getting her out of her costume was exactly what I had in mind. I glanced over at Melanie whose face was bright red. I wasn’t used to girls getting embarrassed. And I loved that I had that effect on her. "What do you say, Melanie, care to come up to my room?" Her face flushed even redder and her bright green eyes met mine. At that moment I knew I was a goner for those eyes and when she bit her bottom lip, I never wanted someone so bad. I had to stop staring at her lips or I’d have a giant boner that the whole party would see in my loincloth. "Great, we're coming with." Monica glared at me before grabbing Melanie’s arm and dragging her toward the stairs. I followed after them, not willing to give up on the girl. Fuck, who was I? I didn’t chase after girls this hard. She was definitely different. Definitely someone I wanted to get to know. Monica charged up the steps, yanking Melanie with her like she was on a mission. I didn’t even know if she cared I was behind her. Until she looked back. Right at me. The smile on her face made my whole body come alive. Every muscle. Every nerve. It was all hyper aware of the beautiful girl in front of me. I did the only thing I could think to do and I winked. That caused her to smile even wider before she looked forward again. Trey slipped past me like some fucking, stealth republican super hero and then slid onto Monica’s side. They went on with their political banter the whole way up to the second floor. I thought since they were talking that meant Melanie would look back at me. Something. Throw me a bone. But she didn’t. She never looked back. By the time they stopped at my door, I was more than ready to work the charm on Melanie. I walked past her, making sure to brush against her arm as I walked to my door. Of course I didn’t realize how much of an effect her touch would have on me. Just feeling her soft skin against me instantly made every hair on my body stand on end and a warm sensation fill my stomach. She had a floral yet fruity scent that wafted from her hair and neck that smelled amazing. It was like the smell of spring and I wanted to wrap myself in that scent and never lead. I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure and opened the door. I really needed to clean the place. Usually the girls that I hooked up with didn’t care if my room was a mess. They only cared about getting on my futon and getting off. Of course Monica had to point out the messiness of my room. The girl was out to clock block me. I had to make up for it, so I leaned down and whispered to Melanie. I tried to keep my focus on her, but I found my eyes trailing to wear the red drink soaked through her sweater and was pressed against her skin. I wanted to peel it off and lick the red drink right off of her stomach. I said the first thing that came to me. “Some girls prefer things a little out of order. What do you think about it, Red?” I winked, hoping she didn’t think I was a complete creeper and ran out of my room. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and cheeks almost as red as her sweater. I had her. “Red?” she asked, her voice coming out as a shaky breath. God she had a sexy voice. It flowed like honey and I wanted to taste it. “Yeah, you know, because of what’s soaking through that lovely sweater.” I couldn’t help but look back at her shirt and then to meet her gaze. This girl had me wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it. Of course Monica cock blocked again, jumping in between us and asking me to get her a shirt. I groaned but reluctantly went to my closet and dug through my dresser for a shirt. I pulled out the first shirt I could find and tossed it at Monica. When I stood back up, Monica had lip curled, holding the shirt up. “Seriously? You expect Melanie to walk around wearing this?” “What? That’s a nice one. Usually girls have to do a lot more than just get a drink spilled on them to get one of my shirts.” I cringed inwardly as I said it. Great, now Melanie probably thought I was some random douche bag that hooked up with every girl in sight. Okay. Maybe I did do that but I wanted it to be different with her. If I could get past Monica. I tried to talk to Melanie again, but as soon as I got the chance Monica was already ushering her out the door and up to the third floor bathroom. Fuck. I couldn’t lose my chance with her. I glanced over my shoulder before I headed down the stairs, praying that wouldn’t be the last time I’d see her and she’d come back to the party. And if she didn’t come back, I knew I couldn’t stop seeing her. She was the only one to ever make me feel like I wanted more than a hook up and I didn’t want to lose her. No matter what.
Halloween parties at the Alpha Mu house are always amateur hour. Girls half dressed meant more random guys groping them, somehow thinking that feeling up a girl in a bunny costume was the way to get them in bed. No matter how drunk a girl is, that shit doesn’t fly. Missy and some of the other Kappas had been on my ass all night. Maybe the loincloth was a bad idea. I spotted her near the bar, standing up on her tip toes with her eyes wide and searching the room for me. I had to get away as fast as possible. I made a beeline behind a group of girls in lingerie, glancing back to make sure she didn’t see me. My bare chest hit something warm and then I felt a cold pool of liquid spill down my abs before I heard a gasp. I looked down and met a gorgeous pair of green eyes. It took me a minute before I could place the wide-eyed girl. She was the manager at the coffee shop in the student center. The girl barely ever looked at me. She was the only one that didn’t care if I smiled at her or said anything. Most girls I didn’t even have to talk to. They just threw themselves at me and hoped I’d fuck them. This girl was the only one who ever blew me off. My eyes trailed down to wear a giant red spot soaked through her sweater. A gray sweater. Fuck me, she was wearing a Hermione costume. Not the slutty ones they sell at those overpriced Halloween stores. This one was full on authentic Hermione with the gray sweater, Gryffindor scarf, and gray skirt. And she looked even hotter than the real thing. I didn’t usually make the first move on a girl, but for this girl I made an exception. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, making a suggestion she should come up to my room. She whimpered. An amazing sound that came from her full lips. “Down, John Boy!” Before the girl had a chance to answer, Trey’s boyfriend, Monica jumped in between us, her eyes narrowed at me like she was about to bite my head off like some rabid Chihuahua. Thank God Trey swooped in and calmed her down. With my height and size I wasn’t afraid of too many people, but I didn’t put it past Monica to attack me. “John Boy spilled a drink on Melanie to try and get her naked!” Monica yelled. Melanie. That was her name. And I wasn’t trying to get her naked, but since she mentioned it I couldn’t help but let my eyes graze over Melanie. She was petite and had just the right amount of curves. I wouldn’t have minded peeling off that sweater and seeing what she was hiding under those layers. They went on arguing about me and Melanie, but I didn’t care what they were saying. All I cared about was staring at the beautiful girl before me and thinking how bad I wanted to run my fingers through her curly hair. “John Boy, do you have an extra shirt that Monica’s friend can borrow?” Trey asked. I couldn’t help but grin. Getting her out of her costume was exactly what I had in mind. I glanced over at Melanie whose face was bright red. I wasn’t used to girls getting embarrassed. And I loved that I had that effect on her. "What do you say, Melanie, care to come up to my room?" Her face flushed even redder and her bright green eyes met mine. At that moment I knew I was a goner for those eyes and when she bit her bottom lip, I never wanted someone so bad. I had to stop staring at her lips or I’d have a giant boner that the whole party would see in my loincloth. "Great, we're coming with." Monica glared at me before grabbing Melanie’s arm and dragging her toward the stairs. I followed after them, not willing to give up on the girl. Fuck, who was I? I didn’t chase after girls this hard. She was definitely different. Definitely someone I wanted to get to know. Monica charged up the steps, yanking Melanie with her like she was on a mission. I didn’t even know if she cared I was behind her. Until she looked back. Right at me. The smile on her face made my whole body come alive. Every muscle. Every nerve. It was all hyper aware of the beautiful girl in front of me. I did the only thing I could think to do and I winked. That caused her to smile even wider before she looked forward again. Trey slipped past me like some fucking, stealth republican super hero and then slid onto Monica’s side. They went on with their political banter the whole way up to the second floor. I thought since they were talking that meant Melanie would look back at me. Something. Throw me a bone. But she didn’t. She never looked back. By the time they stopped at my door, I was more than ready to work the charm on Melanie. I walked past her, making sure to brush against her arm as I walked to my door. Of course I didn’t realize how much of an effect her touch would have on me. Just feeling her soft skin against me instantly made every hair on my body stand on end and a warm sensation fill my stomach. She had a floral yet fruity scent that wafted from her hair and neck that smelled amazing. It was like the smell of spring and I wanted to wrap myself in that scent and never lead. I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure and opened the door. I really needed to clean the place. Usually the girls that I hooked up with didn’t care if my room was a mess. They only cared about getting on my futon and getting off. Of course Monica had to point out the messiness of my room. The girl was out to clock block me. I had to make up for it, so I leaned down and whispered to Melanie. I tried to keep my focus on her, but I found my eyes trailing to wear the red drink soaked through her sweater and was pressed against her skin. I wanted to peel it off and lick the red drink right off of her stomach. I said the first thing that came to me. “Some girls prefer things a little out of order. What do you think about it, Red?” I winked, hoping she didn’t think I was a complete creeper and ran out of my room. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and cheeks almost as red as her sweater. I had her. “Red?” she asked, her voice coming out as a shaky breath. God she had a sexy voice. It flowed like honey and I wanted to taste it. “Yeah, you know, because of what’s soaking through that lovely sweater.” I couldn’t help but look back at her shirt and then to meet her gaze. This girl had me wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it. Of course Monica cock blocked again, jumping in between us and asking me to get her a shirt. I groaned but reluctantly went to my closet and dug through my dresser for a shirt. I pulled out the first shirt I could find and tossed it at Monica. When I stood back up, Monica had lip curled, holding the shirt up. “Seriously? You expect Melanie to walk around wearing this?” “What? That’s a nice one. Usually girls have to do a lot more than just get a drink spilled on them to get one of my shirts.” I cringed inwardly as I said it. Great, now Melanie probably thought I was some random douche bag that hooked up with every girl in sight. Okay. Maybe I did do that but I wanted it to be different with her. If I could get past Monica. I tried to talk to Melanie again, but as soon as I got the chance Monica was already ushering her out the door and up to the third floor bathroom. Fuck. I couldn’t lose my chance with her. I glanced over my shoulder before I headed down the stairs, praying that wouldn’t be the last time I’d see her and she’d come back to the party. And if she didn’t come back, I knew I couldn’t stop seeing her. She was the only one to ever make me feel like I wanted more than a hook up and I didn’t want to lose her. No matter what.
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