Her/Him
warnings: language,stalking
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Campus was colder than usual. Maybe someone else felt it as well, I wouldn’t know, I don’t speak to anyone here just come to do my classes and go. Other than that, I’m at the club three times a week.
I really do like to dance; the money is great, and the girls their decent, but I do it for the emotions, the feeling of flowing to the music on the pole and for the hundreds I make. But I never get to keep much of it because it goes to tuition, my car or my apartment miles from campus because the ones the school had were all taken.
I had no choice but to move three states over from where I grew up, I had to get away, no one took after me, no one ever had a heart for me, it was always me doing everything for myself, been taking care of myself and always will.
I don't need anyone to care for me
Walking to math, I heard a lot of people talking about a special event going on during classes, I put my headphones in hoping it wasn’t mine. I didn’t care about events here; most were boring or forced participation. I sat in a seat and waited for the professor to start. My friend at the club Adriana, really my only friend from the club, texted me to hang out after classes and I agreed. She was older than me by 3 years and she had her own life so when we had to chance to hang i took it.
Mr. Mav rushed into class, “Alright everyone listen up, you know as a math teacher I strive for focus and just doing work but as the football coach I have something special in the stadium, and it IS a grade so everyone must be there.” I sighed as I got out my seating walking out the door Mr. Mav making sure everyone was accounted for.
Why, why did it have to be my class I continue to hear whispers of what was going on something about football players visiting, that just made me want not to go more. We got to the stadium and sat on a few bleachers, Mav talked about how this somehow had to do with math that like makes any sense then he introduces players from a few players from the Saviors, but one name caught my attention... Cameron Cade
Him
Finding someone from a dancer's name might be hard for someone else but not me, surprisingly I didn't find out much about her, just that she goes to this school. So, I scheduled a three-day popout event for the “students”, but it was for her. I hoped to find her as soon as possible and I did, I found you.
I couldn’t believe I gave a private dance to a star quarterback and teased the fuck outta him. Im dead. I tried to avoid eye contact, but he already figured out it was me, not taking his eyes off me. He sly smirked like this was some fun for him. After what felt like hours the event was finished and I rushed down the bleachers hoping he wasn’t going to come after me.
I went after her leaving the field abruptly, I stayed on her she tried to duck me, but it was too late for that. I called her out by her stripper name; she stopped, turning to face me, pulling me into an empty room.
Why the fuck would he say it here is he fucking stupid, “what do you want?” crossing my arms still in disbelief about everything, “I found you Sativa” he replied smirking God this man is fucking fine. “Don’t say that name” “Well what's your real name?” stepping closer, tilting his head slightly. “Vardia” I spoke plainly, looking up to him his huge I could only imagine what else it was.
He repeated my name to himself towering over me staring into my eyes it felt different; I moved around him “What do you want from me?” Keeping space between us, he just stared at me.
She was different from that night. She looked somber worn out, like she hadn’t slept, no makeup baggy clothes, more comfortable I fell in love with her more. In her daze she snapped at me, “hhelloo, you gonna stand there and just fucking stare at me?” she said sassy tone I liked that, “I was just admiring you ma” coming closer to her but she back away once more.
I really didn’t mind him being close to me, but I had to be careful. Repeating my question, he licked his lips “I want you, Vardia” he said that like he was so sure, “your joking?” letting out a mhm
But he was serious, “you don't even know me” reasoning with him, "then let me know you” pulling out his phone already unlocked in his contacts, I took his phone typing in my number his eyes stayed on me. handing it back to him, “happy now, can I go?” I felt like I couldn’t breathe; he was so intoxicating, but in a good way.
He nodded and I rushed towards the door suddenly a grab at my arm, “I’ll see you tonight.” He said strictly like it was promise, letting go of me I left him alone in that room. What the hell did he wanna see me tonight? And why was I excited to see him again?
i so excited to write next chapter:))