Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

“Zander,” our head coach, Trevor McMillan, says, walking over to me. “Your girl is outside and she won’t leave. She’s fucking up the mojo in here. Get rid of her before she jinxes this win!”

Why wouldn’t you just call security on her ?? Y’all are literally about to head out to the field to play….

He’s the best coach on this side of the Mississippi, no doubt about it, but fuck, his rules are annoying. “Got it, Coach,” I say, hustling to the door.

Aahhh. Ok. Those superstitious folks are definitely a hoot sometimes.

Megan, my girlfriend, is standing across from the locker room entrance, clad in her cheerleader outfit. Fuck, she’s hot. Long, limber legs, thick thighs, and a pert ass.

Oohh. She’s a cheerleader. Okaayyy. That makes a little more sense.

It’s cliché for the head cheerleader and the quarterback to be a couple, but we fell for each other close to two years ago and we’re still going strong. “Hey, babe,” I say, grinning as I walk over to her.

Aaww. 2 years huh ?

I cup her ass and pull her into me, planting a greedy kiss on her lips that taste like strawberries. “You look good enough to eat.” She rolls her eyes and pushes me away. “You ready for today?”

Lmaao. Okaayy. Wait, she came all this way right before a game just to chat ??? 🙄

“Fuck yeah. I saw Slade earlier when his team pulled up. Bitch shot me a stupid fucking smug smile. I can’t wait to wipe it off. You know he had the nerve to…” I dump on Megan about Kerian all the time,

Lol. I bet.

he just gets under my skin with his bullshit. I’m a better quarterback and we both know it. He needs to get it through his head. I mean, he’s good. That’s a given since he was accepted to Meridian, a top Division 1 school in Virginia.

Lol. Oohh Okaayy.

I’m sitting at an average of three sacks a game, I’m lucky if Kerian goes down even once. His feet are fast and so is his mind when he’s searching for a receiver. But he’s still not a better quarterback than me.

Lmaaoo. Riiighhttt. 😭

Megan throws her hands up, stopping my ranting. “Okay, that’s it. Dammit, I’ve fucking had it, Zander. You’ve had a hard-on for Slade since your coach had you starting. I’m fucking done. I can’t hear another word about him.”

Oop-.. welll.. you couldn’t wait to do this huh ??

She’s not done with her rant. “This? Me and you?” She waves her hand back and forth between us. “We’re done. We’re over. I was going to wait until after this game,

Liar. Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked him the very question you knew was gonna set him off.

because I know how Slade gets under your skin and McMillan’s stupid rules, but fuck that. I’ve been fucking Justin for months and your head is so far up Slade’s ass that you haven’t even noticed.”

Gasp. WHORE ❗️

“Justin?” It takes a second for my brain to click, then it does. “You mean Justin Echer, our fucking kicker?” I’m not sure why I expected Megan to look sorry about dropping this bomb, but she looks like she couldn’t give a fuck less.

Like girrllll. The kicker ??? Seriously ??

“Yeah, Echer. And let me tell you, he’ll be the one eating me tonight. I would say good luck in this game, but I hope Slade wipes the fucking floor with you. Find another stupid bitch to vent to about him.”

Do you admit it, you’re stupid ? Great. And you’re just mean. This is so not cool.

Justin has been fucking my girl? For months? That motherfucker has been smiling in my face knowing he’s been inside Megan? That’s probably why he’s been grinning in my fucking face.

That is so fucking crazy. Smh.

I think back to the times I hung out with Justin while Megan was around. They always shared those stupid secret smiles, but I didn’t think anything of it. My mind was always on football and making sure I win as many games as possible before I enter the draft.

Daaammnn. That’s fucked up.

She started fucking Justin because I talked about Slade too much? Football is my life. My competition with him is the difference between me being the first pick in the draft or dropping to the second round.

Yeah, that is wild. Like, why didn’t she just talk to you !

And Justin is a fucking kicker. Why would she want that over a quarterback? He fucking sucks as a kicker anyway. He rarely gets us extra points and is only put in when our first-string kicker is taking a break.

😭😭😭 exactly my point ! Likeee ummm the Kicker ???

We gotta win this game. After we’re done, I’ll have fucking words with Justin. I won’t try to fight him, as my career is more important than my pride or ego, but I’ll let him know that what he did was fucked up.

Good for you.

My head just ain’t in it. Every time I look over to our sidelines, I see Megan, who used to only have eyes for me, staring at and joking with Justin. That motherfucker lives on the sidelines, so it makes sense they have time to talk.

Damn. That sucks but you gotta focus.

Why didn’t she just tell me to stop talking about Slade? Why would she pretend she didn’t mind and fuck my teammate behind my back? Justin and I aren’t close, but he’s still my teammate. That’s breaking the fucking bro code or some shit.

Yuuppp

I duck under one D man, tuck the ball under my arm, and dig my feet into the turf. I could stop, I could slide after getting the first down, but there’s no one coming after me, so I keep going, running for a sixty-yard touchdown.

Coach is beside himself when I get back to the sideline. “You just won us the game, boy!” he shouts, slapping the side of my helmet hard. He’s not lying. We score one more touchdown, this one on fourth and twenty.

I grin when I see Kerian’s unmistakable expression of annoyance. I’m floating on cloud nine as we shake hands with the Panthers after we win the game, until I glance over to our sidelines and see Justin and Megan standing there.

Her arms are around his neck and he has both hands planted firmly on her ass. She meets my gaze and grins wickedly, standing on her tiptoes to flick her tongue over his ear. Her eyes flash with mischief, as if she knows her behavior is getting under my skin.

Bitch.

Megan’s eyes not leaving mine as she rubs herself all over Justin like a dog in heat. His eyes flick over to mine as well and he upnods me just before stuffing his tongue in her mouth for a sloppy kiss. No, fuck no. She won’t fucking win. They won’t fucking win.

But what can I do? I draw a blank until I get to the end of the line and look at Kerian’s deep blue eyes. His signature smug grin is pasted on his face, ...

Megan thinks I have a hard-on for him? She thinks I’m obsessed with Slade so she fucks my teammate? When he steps up to me, he opens his mouth, probably to spew some bullshit, but I grab the front of his jersey and slam my mouth down on his instead.

Oh ! Well.. that’s certainly a statement. Lol 🥴

My other hand snakes around his back and I hold on to his jersey as I nip at his bottom lip before diving in briefly with my tongue. Holy shit… I’m hard. The fuck? Why am I hard? My cup and jockstrap are uncomfortably tight as I feel his soft lips on mine.

Ooooo. 🥴

Do I like dudes? Or is it the adrenaline of the game? Yeah, that’s it. It’s the adrenaline. There’s no way I like dudes, and if I did, there would be no fucking way it would be Kerian fucking Slade. I pull away, blinking to bring him back into focus.

Something… strange happened when I kissed him. Well, besides my dick getting hard. It’s like all thoughts left my head and only Kerian surrounded me. He was all I saw, smelled, and felt. That’s fucking bananas.

Aaww. 🎶this could be the start of something new.

I drop my hand from his jersey and try to step back, but it’s his turn to hold on to me. “You can do better than that,” he says just before crushing our lips back together, tunneling his tongue inside and fucking owning me.

Oooooooooo. 🤭well well

His hand snakes possessively around my waist as he plunders my mouth, using his free hand to move my head just how he wants me. I have no other choice but to follow. My head is empty of all thoughts besides what he’s doing to me and how my cock is straining against my cup.

All too soon, he lets me go, that smug grin on his face. “That’ll be something for the papers.” He looks me up and down before walking backward. “I’ll see you soon, Dimples.” I upnod him, because what else can I do?

Lol. Just so casual about it. Hilarious

I spot Megan and Justin in the same spot they were in before, both looking at me open-mouthed. Yeah, I won. But at what cost?

🤷🏽‍♀️

One minute, I’m running over it in my head—the plays, the mistakes, every reason we lost and every person whose ass I’m going to kick for making it happen. From one second to the next, though, my mouth is flooded with the taste of apples.

Oohh booyy. Lol

Why does Zander fucking Braithe taste like apples? The flavor takes second place to the way it feels when his lips slam against mine. It’s teasing but perfunctory… and for some reason, that knowledge more than anything irritates me.

That asshole has been on my mind since the start of the game because something has been slightly off. I could tell from the second I saw him—from his posture and his expression.

Damn. Really ? Wow. Well, I guess when you’re rivals you study the other more so than any other team.

And then he thinks he can just kiss me? No, he thinks he can kiss me while he’s staring down some chick crawling all over another guy? Not. Happening. I don’t get used to make someone jealous.

Lmaaoo. Well then.

What’s even more shocking is that an hour later, I still have the taste of apples on my tongue and my cock is rock hard between my legs. It doesn’t make sense. I don’t even like Braithe.

Lmaoo. Welp..the body is different.

Apparently, my dick isn’t getting the message. I pick up my phone and scroll through my contacts—there’s a near endless number of people I could call. I could have a girl, a guy, or both on my cock in a half hour or less.

Oh.. are we already bi ? Nice. So only one bi awakening.

And… No matter how long I scroll, none of the names are doing a damn thing to pique my interest. I grunt, dropping my head forward onto the steering wheel of my car where I’ve been sitting for the past half hour,

It’s shocking how easy it is to get a little information out of an eager freshman if I put on a charming smile. It’s even more shocking when they’re so clueless you get to steal their access card,

Oop- Okaayy. I see the skills. Lol.

Fucking desperate. About as desperate as a guy sitting in his car outside a dorm building when he should be fucking his way to oblivion back at his apartment.

Lol. Well..it be like that sometimes.

He doesn’t realize that pressing his lips to mine gave me every right to figure out where he lived, every right to track him down. Every right to do whatever I wanted. It wasn’t my fault if the fucker signed a check he wasn’t ready to cash.

Lmaaooo. Well. Let the shenanigans begin crazy pants.

For all I know, he got exactly what he wanted and made that blonde bitch so jealous she’s in his room right now, riding his dick and making fake little moaning sounds. No. Not happening.

😂. Watchu gonna do ?

It’s that thought more than anything that shoves me from my car, that thought more than it should that sends me to the dorm building with the card in hand.

Gotta do watchu gotta do to keep ya man. Lol. I get it crazy pants. 😂

I was a piss poor stalker, but I’d counted on my good luck to lead me if I managed to get into the building… and it seems like that bitch is on my side,

this is one of those dorms where half the doors have whiteboards pinned to the front so people can leave little messages. Busy fucking, don’t come in.

Aww. That’s nice. I guess.

That one better not be him. The black swirl of irritation just beneath my skin springs to the surface, and I stalk forward before something catches my eye two doors down. Don’t forget your key again, Zandy.

Lmaoooo. This jealousy is crazy work.

Zandy. Zandy? Why the fuck did he taste like apples and have a dipshit nickname like Zandy? I don’t think about it when I stride forward and knock on the door.

😂 oh goodness.