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tjtavares:

TJ wasn’t the first Lambda to find Katie’s website, but he was the most intimidating. That meant the pledge who found it, and his Big Brother, knew better than to open their mouths about it. It wasn’t a secret that Katie was his current conquest, that she was off limits to the rest of the Brotherhood, but TJ was the only one who knew how deep his feelings went for the Zeta girl. He’d started by punching a mirror, then in a rage had shoved everything off of his desk, finally throwing his chair through his door and into the Lambda hallway.

It wasn’t until the walk over to Zeta, stewing in his anger, that he’d started really looking at the site. She was popular, unsurprisingly, and there were thousands of comments for him to scroll through. The more photos he flipped through, the more clips he watched, the more comments he read, the more angry he got. She’d been keeping him at bay for months yet was happy to give away everything to strangers on the internet. If Katie wanted to be paid for her sex acts, well, TJ would find a way to exploit that.

“What’s the difference ‘tween watchin’ you here, kicked back with my feet up, and watchin’ you on the big screen in Lambda? You’re still gettin’ paid.” He lifted his arm above his head as she grabbed for the phone, then flipped to a new comment. “This guy seems like a happy customer – ‘Sixth time I’ve paid Ms. Vixen for a private show; I’ll be back for show seven.’ C’mon, Kit Kat, where’s my private show?” Finally he looked up at her, a fire burning behind his eyes, lips pursed tightly, as he awaited her reply.

It was a miracle in the Greek system that Katie had managed to keep her sex life as closed to the chest as she had. There had been Matty, who she had dated for most of freshmen year, and broken up with as soon as she started the page (but still remained friends with). Other than that, no real relationships. A couple of friends with benefits situations, but no more than what she could count on one hand. If she thought back on, she hadn’t slept with anyone since she’d started hanging out with TJ more -- though she was sure everyone on campus had some assumptions about them.

She knew the battle for his phone was fruitless, so she gave it up quickly. What would be the point in taking his phone? Even if she did, the page was still there. Nothing ever died on the internet.

She clenched her jaw as he read the next comment aloud. She’d had her loyal fans since the beginning -- the ones who wanted to send gifts or pay extra to have her wear certain lingerie or get a personally recorded message. Katie swallowed hard, her face flushed as she looked up at him, feeling a jerk in her stomach from the way he was looking at her.

“Why, is that what’s going to get you off, TJ?” she found herself saying after a moment, her voice a light scoff with an eyebrow arched in almost a challenge. “You really want to sit in the corner and watch me sit in front of a laptop and get myself off for thousands of people watching? That’s really what’s going to do it for you?”

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“Fine, but you ain’t gonna get an interview with me there, shit’s gonna be swamped, and dude’s gonna be buying me shots all night.” TJ shrugged, content to party with students who appreciated his talent, even if they weren’t his Brothers. Plus, they had really good onion rings that he wouldn’t mind eating – he was always starving after a game. Her ass was a pleasant sight as she started walking a few steps ahead of him, easily catching up to her stride with his long legs. He wanted to put his hand around her shoulder, but he didn’t want to take yet another bruising to his ego. So he walked silently beside her, trying to resist the urge to pull his phone back out.

“Nah, that would imply I give a fuck ‘bout you.” But he did care about her, at least a little, maybe (though he’d never admit it out loud). And he was getting annoyed by her constant dismissal. There were only so many times he’d let a girl turn him down before they were no longer worth his energy, and Katie was already five times past his usual limit. But fuck, she looked cute staring at him in her baseball cap and glasses.

“Fine, you can give me some quotes when you walk me back to the Zeta house after,” she told him, checking her phone for a moment with a soft snort before putting it back into her bag. Assuming that he didn’t do anything absolutely disgusting before that point that would make her throw her drink on him and storm out of the bar or something like that. It wasn’t too far-fetched of a situation, but a small part of hr was hoping it didn’t come to that -- and not just for the sake of the quote for the school paper.

“Oh, wow, did I finally crack you?” she asked with a chuckle, biting the corner of her lip as she watched him a moment, pushing her hands into the pockets of her denim shorts as they continued down the sidewalk.

“Not to further inflate your already healthy ego, but you pitched a hell of a game today. How’s your arm feeling?”

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“We all got bad habits, Kit Kat,” he said, stumbling forward from her tug. “And men have needs.” Needs that her Zeta sisters often met. As the door shut hard behind him, TJ momentarily glanced up from his phone only to notice that she was in nothing but a bathrobe. Before he’d accidentally found her cam page, the idea of being alone with her scantily clad was beyond exciting (something he fantasized about the few nights he slept alone), but now some of the mystery was lost. His usual smirk did not accompany his voice, as he flipped through a few more vulgar comments, eyes buried again in the backlit screen.

“What’s it cost for a private show? I’ve got…$200 bucks in my wallet, why don’t I just stay and watch?”

Of all of the people in the world that could have found her page, of course it would be him. Because that was how her life always seemed to work out. She kept her face out of cam shows, for the most part, but sometimes when she really needed the money she would raise the price and show her face. She always figured the odds against someone finding her out at CRU (or ever) were minimal. However, math had never been her strong suit.

“Don’t be an asshole, that’s not even funny,” she growled, moving towards him to try to swipe his phone out of his hand.

tjtavares:

“It’s never a bad thing to enjoy winnin’, Kit Kat,” he said, though there was a small huff at the end, as she pulled away from him again. Despite expecting it, it was frustrating to feel like he wasn’t making any progress with her. Sure, their banter was enjoyable, but he wasn’t looking for someone to verbally spar with – he wanted more than that. He could have sex with any girl on campus, especially after a game night, yet there he was spending his precious time with Katie. And there she was, blowing him off again.

“Then pick a place you prefer, before I stop giving a fuck ‘bout your quote.”

“Fine, let’s just go to Smitty’s,” she said, referring to a dive-y sports bar near the baseball field where people commonly gathered before and after CRU athletic events. It was especially popular with students, seeing as the whole ID checking situation seemed sort of lax. However, it was close, and they could walk there. Plus, they had amazing onion rings that Katie had been craving all week.

She started walking ahead at him by a couple of steps, before slowly falling into stride with him as they went along, looking at him over the top of her sunglasses but under the brim of her baseball cap.

“You gettin’ pissed at me or something?’

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As usual, TJ had his phone in his hand, absently scrolling through whatever was on his screen. He couldn’t be bothered to pay any real attention to the people around him, too self-absorbed in his own social media notoriety. Of course, that hadn’t stopped him from checking out Katie’s sister at the door, or from texting Jackson about how few Zetas were left on his list. His legs knew the way to Katie’s door without looking, so his eyes were still buried in his screen when she started talking.

“’I’d pay extra to fuck that tight pussy…’ ‘Where can I mail a ‘choke me’ collar?…’ ‘She’s so hot she makes me cum the second she takes her tits out…’ I know exactly what thing you have today, Emma.” TJ kept his eyes on his phone, knowing that if he looked at Katie, he’d lose any sense of stoicism in him.

Katie’s stomach dropped once he started talking. For a second, she thought he was just saying the same disgusting shit that he tended to spout -- until he said her screen name. Without thinking, she reached out to yank him into her room, praying that none of her sisters overheard him as she shut the door abruptly behind him. He tended to attract a lot of attention whenever he stopped by the Zeta house.

“Where are you reading that from?” she asked immediately, though she already knew the answers. She didn’t keep up with the comments on her page anymore, but they sounded about right. It felt weird, not having him look at her. His eyes were usually on her in one way or another when they were together.

“How...” she licked her lips. “How the fuck did you find that?”

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“And what happens if you want a third drink, will I be obligated to write the whole article? That’s a bit lazy, isn’t it?” He looked her up and down, spending too much time on the curve of her legs as they rounded into her hips. The smirk was still wide on his face – TJ enjoyed the quips they exchanged, and the longer he could delay giving her what she needed, the more time they could spend together.

Despite knowing that she would pull away again, he tangled their fingers together and leaned in to whisper softly into her ear. “I think your bedroom has my name on it.”

“I can promise you that I will not want three drinks,” Katie snorted as she continued to walk along. Despite the way some of her Zeta sisters could party, Katie swore off heavy drinking early in her sophomore year after she had blacked out at a party to celebrate the end of first semester exams. She didn’t like that -- the loss of control or not knowing what she had done the next morning. She now tended to keep tings at a light buzz, and nothing further.

“God, you have this post-victory complex that makes you persistent as hell,” Katie said with a roll of her eyes, extracting her fingers from his hold. Actually, it wasn’t just post-victory with him, it seemed to be all of the time.

“Keep dreaming about my bedroom, but it’s not going to happen.”

The days where she had cam shows were like a ritual for Katie and, despite herself, it was something that she took as seriously as writing an article or taking a test. She dedicated herself to the effort.

Luckily, her roommate was out of town a lot due to a long distance relationship, which made it pretty easy to get the place to herself. She would wash her bed sheets and make her bed, she would take a long bath and shave her legs, do her hair and put on a little makeup and lingerie. It worked well at calming her nerves that she always seemed to have lingering.

She’d already done that all of that when one of her sorority sisters called upstairs, where Katie had been sitting in a bathrobe, trying to weed through potential grad school options on her laptop to pass the time. Her brows furrowed as TJ’s name was added, going to open her bedroom door when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“TJ, I told you, I have a thing today...”

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“Two drinks and I’ll give you a quote from me and one from Graves,” he bargained, taking a selfie before putting his own phone away. Whether or not his second baseman would be sober enough to give her a quote was another story, but he hadn’t put a time limit on it, so at worst, she’d get a text from him with it the following day. It’d be an opportunity to talk to her again if nothing else, and maybe he could use that as leverage for another date.

“Two drinks for two quotes, you have a deal...” she agreed, because if she was already going for a drink with him, hell, it might as well be two. And maybe if she finally just gave him a chance and it turned out to be a disaster, maybe he would finally let it go. The only thing that could be worse than the whole thing going terribly would be the whole thing going well. What would she do with that?

“Do you have a place in mind where you want to go, then?”

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He raised an eyebrow to her protest, that seemed a little over the top, as if she needed to prove to herself that she didn’t want him touching her. He said nothing, and dropped his hands to his side as she slid away, but the smirk on his face grew. He’d been chasing her for a few months, determined to be like a river eroding away her distaste for him. It wasn’t going as fast as he wanted, but it was definitely working. She’d already agreed to a date with him, and now she was (reluctantly) agreeing to the bar. It wasn’t a landslide victory but it was a win, and as a baseball player, TJ knew the value of a win, no matter how small the margin.

“Jesus, Kit Kat, is that any way to treat a champion? We’re celebrating! At least pretend like you have a heart in there.” He took out his phone and sent a text to Jackson, telling him that he was bailing on their party back at Lambda. Quietly he flipped to Instagram and snapped a candid of Katie, adding a short caption and posting it to his story. Post-game perks. #win #andscore ⚾⚾ She would probably yell at him about it, but it was worth it.

“If I didn’t have a heart, I wouldn’t have agreed at all, would I?” she pointed out, pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes and pulling the strap of her bag more firmly over her shoulder. She looked down at her phone for a moment, not noticing him snap of picture of her as she answered a text from her grandmothers caretaker, slipping her phone back into her bag before turning her attention to him.

“I’m only having one drink, and you need to give me a quote. A decent one that I can actually use.”

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“When have I ever?” he asked, rhetorically with a laugh. Vulgar was practically TJ’s middle name, but he had a tendency to keep it PG-13 around Katie. Or well, at least not X-rated. And when he was in a good mood, after playing a good game (and one that went on his record as a win), it was that much easier to be amiable.

“Come get a beer with me, Kit Kat,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’ll even turn my phone off.” He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the request or the gesture, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

“Hands off, hands off, hands oooooff...” Katie told him, after she had allowed his hold to remain probably just a beat too long, spinning herself out of his grip, tucking her hair back behind her ears and swallowing down any feeling that might make it seem like she was remotely flustered by it. She wasn’t used to attention like TJ’s, not in real life, at least. Guys online? Comments upon comments daily, views for her shows going up more and more by the month. Sure, she had been hit on the odd occasion, but no one had consistently been a pain in ass about it like TJ.

She considered him for a moment and exhaled heavily. She was already regretting this.

“Fine.” she finally said, throwing her hands in the air and then letting them fall limply to her sides. Because maybe, just maybe, if she just got this over and done with, he wouldn’t be such a strange distraction anymore. “I’m reserving the right to walk out and I don’t owe you anything, either...”

tjtavares:

TJ was a primper, he liked to spend time after a game taking a long shower, doing his hair, trimming his (scruffy) beard. And then of course there was the stretching – with his throwing arm warm from the shower, he had a long physical therapy routine. Anything he could do to put off what his doctors were calling ‘inevitable Tommy John surgery.’ This meant he was usually last out of the locker room after a game, and often kept his other teammates lagging behind for company.

He knew the waiting made Katie crazy, always the sports correspondent for the paper waiting for a quote about the game. But TJ liked the idea of her standing there waiting for him, it made him feel like she was as invested in him as he was in her (at least for those twenty minutes). He grinned as he emerged from the locker room, sharing high fives with a few other straggling teammates and fans, before turning to look at Katie.

“Sure,” he said, his grin turning into a smirk. “But It’ll cost ya.”

Katie sighed warily at his smirk. Years of covering the baseball team had clued her in to just how cocky he could be after a game, and it was even worse that it wasn’t unwarranted -- He was the best pitcher Cyprus had seen in years and te entire college town knew it.

She lowered her brows at him, sunglasses perched on top of her blonde head, biting her lower lip thoughtfully before speaking.

“What?” she asked with a shrug, “And I swear to god, TJ, if you say something disgusting to me...”

Katie leaned against the wall outside of the locker room of the boys baseball team, looking down at her phone and scrolling through her notes, rolling her eyes as she looked at the time. She had half a mind just to go in there. How long did take for players to come out after a game?

Finally, players started to emerge, heading back for their respective dorms or houses. She hung back for a moment, looking for the broad shoulders and dirty blonde hair, following behind him as he emerged.

“Hey, TJ, I need a quote for the paper about the season starting up...”

#convo:tj

tjtavares-blog

“Nah, I gotta have my phone, ‘case coach calls. I’m waitin’ to find out about my fall trainin’ schedule. No phone, no deal.”

kitkatwhitney-blog

“Phone in pocket. Deal or no deal?”

#convo: Tj

tjtavares-blog

“Uh, actually, kinda did. But seein’ you again was a good reminder.”

kitkatwhitney-blog

“One date. You get three strikes -- after that, the date is over. And no phones -- I’m not going to be the next chapter in your Snapchat Cassanova saga. Those are the conditions.”

#convo: tj

mckenzieholtxx

“I kinda agree. I’m confused as to why so many of the boys seem upset about it. If anything they got free magazines! Kit Kat, do you have any guesses on who it could be?”

kitkatwhitney-blog

“I don’t know, I sort of want to say the Gamma’s since the prank is fairly harmless. If it was any of the other frats, I would expect them to be a little more ruthless.”

#convo: mckenzie

jxhnnywalker-blog

“Probably not. Baking is fun, but decorating cupcakes, no thank you.”

kitkatwhitney-blog

“Martha doesn’t offer any helpful frosting tips?”

#convo: johnny

jxhnnywalker-blog

“I don’t know who these magazines were meant for, but I’m really looking forward to trying out these recipes. Thank you, Martha! I didn’t even know citrus marmalades were a thing.”

kitkatwhitney-blog

“Can we expect a bake sale on the horizon?”

#convo: johnny

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