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Positions? I know them well—horizontal, vertical, a ninety-degree angle, bent over a stadium seat.
So this man a straight up idiot
then beg me to let her make it up to me by going down, but she doesn’t do any of those things either.
So yes this man is an idiot
and I do get bitched at for it, but it’s all for show, to make sure Coach is being fair and whatnot.
So Coach is an enabler cool cool
If you ask the world around me, I’m handed things on a silver fucking platter with a side of ass-kissing.
Now I’ll have to rush there, having no time to stop and chat with friends along the way, or give the ball babes the attention they pay Dr. Double-D-Maker good money for.
Boo fucking hoo
“That’s not gonna work for me, my man. Can you write her number down for me?”
I want to punch this man till the entitlement leaves his body
“Are you trying to lose this job, Meyer? Because as you know, I can make that happen.”
What a fucking asshole
It’s time to get shit straight and at least pretend baseball might not be around forever.”
Thank you echo for being sensible
“You’re sitting Friday’s game.”
About time
they decided they wouldn’t allow me to use the college savings they set up for me a decade earlier if I went as an athlete.
That’s just dumb
“Are you a tweaker?”
Are you fucking dumb
‘I’d rather shit Flamin’ Hot Cheetos than be here with you’
“I understand why you think you make all the decisions, considering most people allow you to, but I have to leave right now. You can stay all you want if going home is distracting. I’ll even review your paper for you sometime tonight if you email it to me, I promise, but I really have to go.”
But sports are heaven and Coach Reid is God, so who cares about us poor peasants.”
Fuuuck, this girl smells like vanilla ice cream. I happen to love me some vanilla ice cream.
Yeah, I know, it’s sweat coating the inside of her thighs—she’s thick in the best fucking places and the sun makes you pay for nature’s kindness in providing perfect curves.
“I couldn’t forget our night together if I tried.”
She’s walking home alone, late as shit at night, from work.
“You ever met a George who wasn’t a reliable son of a bitch?”
What an interesting nickname for her
She’s fire, I know it, and call me a fuckin’ pyro ‘cause, goddamn if I don’t crave the flame.
Tutor Girl doesn’t have a man, but she ain’t free. She’s mine. Or she will be. She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Girl, I’m telling you, you could breathe near me and I’d be fucking distracted.”
“I might fucking kiss you.”
“You know, if you pass this exam and your midterm next week, you’ll have your eighty percent in this class.” “Kinda want the girl more.”
Awwww
“Table for one or is your date coming?” “Nah, she couldn’t make it.” I shrug, bringing myself closer to her. “She’s working at this little burger joint in town.”
“I don’t like the idea of you being out at night alone, so I made sure you weren’t.” “Lots of people walk home alone at night.” “I don’t want you to be one of them.”
he kinda growing on me
Tobias: That right there is strike number two, Tutor Girl. Careful, the third might just come with some heat.
My head snaps left to right as Tobias steps into the hall. Bailey held tight against his bare chest.
Nothing is hotter than that
She’s feelin’ me, and I want her to give in. To take, ‘cause, fuck me, I’m ready to give.
“That’s something to celebrate. That ... is something to be proud of,”
“Come any closer, baby, and you’ll feel the proof of what you do to me.”
“Take from me, Tutor Girl, swear to God anything you could possibly want, I want more.”
“Let me be someone that matters to you, ‘cause, you matter to me, Tutor Girl. Both of you do.”
“I want you. All of you and everything that comes with you. Good, bad, fucked. I want it. Every bit of it.”
“Do you love me?” “It’s not that simple.” “Do. You. Love. Me?”
Baseball isn’t just all he has, it’s all he is. I wanted to be him. I will never be a damn thing like him.
