The Hardest Fall

by Ella Maise

The first time Zoe Clarke saw me, my hand was wrapped around my dick.

I wish I could tell you something you’d love to hear, something exciting, like it was love at first sight instead of an unexpected and weird dick sighting at a random college party. Or that it was a romantic setup, like we crashed into each other while running to class on campus, her books flew out of her hands so I dropped to one knee to help her out and when our heads knocked together, we looked into each other’s eyes and the rest was history.

“If my friend’s dick makes you stammer like that, I wanna see your reaction when you check out mine.

“As much as I’d love to help you out with your dare, I have a girlfriend.”

He lifted his head and made eye contact with me.

although seeing a penis wasn’t such a bad thing. Quite the opposite, really. I liked

looking at a good penis; what girl doesn’t?

“You’re gonna tell me your name, right, Flash?”

“Flash?”

“One second you’re there, the next you’re not?”

“How about that kiss?”

“What about it?” “How about we have that kiss now?”

“Sorry, I…I…have a boyfriend.”

PUTA MADREEE

“You think that would be lovely?”

“I said, I have a boyfriend!”

“We don’t have the best timing in the world, huh, Flash?”

“See you around, Zoe. Third time is the charm, so maybe next time we’ll make it happen.”

I had texted my girlfriend, Victoria,

Noo

she was holding my number…my jersey. She was letting them fuck her while wearing my number.

“Sorry to crush your dreams, but I’m always here.”

“You’re not crushing my dreams.”

“Like I said back then, I had a feeling I’d get to see you again. I thought we’d get another shot. I didn’t think it’d take a year to get that shot…but here we are.”

“What do you mean by another shot?” “You know what I mean.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure I don’t.” “The kiss.”

“The last time we saw each other, we said maybe we’d make it happen next time. Ring any bells?”

“Fuck.” “Yeah, I believe that’s what it is generally used for.”

Do you still have that boyfriend of yours?”

“You know, the boyfriend who prevented us from kissing that last time. Still seeing him?”

“I don’t think that’s something you need to know to sleep safe in your bed.”

“I think it is, actually. I know we decided you’re not an exhibitionist, but I could still come to your room to ask for a cup of sugar and end up walking in on you two and have it scar me for the rest of my

life. If I know he’ll be around, I’ll make sure to not come k...

“Sure you can. So you didn’t really answer my question—do you have a boyfriend or not?” “No.”

“I don’t use social media.” “Then it was her account, I guess.”

“I’m gonna make us coffee and we’re going to talk until you’re

sure you’re in a safe place and not living with a bitchy lunatic who will attack you in your sleep.”

Unexpectedly, she drew a laugh out of me, and I won a smile from her.

you think you talk too much, wait till you meet him.”

“We’re getting pretty deep here. You’re serious about getting to know each other, huh?”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. She was right, she wasn’t the best person for short answers, but I wasn’t complaining.

There was something about her.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but something made me feel relaxed around her, like this wasn’t the first time we’d ever sat down and enjoyed a pointless, simple conversation.

“I don’t want you to shut up. I like this,”

“Who do you wanna be?” “I’ll be a pro football player. You?” “I’ll be a professional photographer.” We smiled at each other. I liked that we were both so sure about our futures.

don’t know what you mean, but I like that we have officially met after two years of skirting each other.”

“This Flash thing, the nickname—that’s gonna be a thing isn’t it?” Grinning, I nodded.

“This is the strangest thing, but I think you’re going to be my best friend, Zoe Clarke.”

She had no idea what kind of trouble she was in with me.

“And here I am, the guy who only watches…oh, I don’t know, all his games, and I’ve never gotten the chance to meet him? You will fix this horrible wrong, Zoe.”

He was wearing black and gray Nike shoes, light gray sweatpants—which killed me, because gray sweatpants on a guy was heaven on earth,

“I’m afraid he’s not into us girls,”