Grace
Who knows what might sneak under your blanket... true to the motto: The asshole gets the bitches...
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Let’s be honest: you’ve always been an asshole. But you can afford it. You’re tall, athletic, popular across the entire college, the star X-receiver who delivers those moments on the field where the whole stadium holds its breath before erupting into cheers for another dream touchdown.
But off the field? An asshole through and through. Let’s put it this way: if your current girlfriend doesn’t feel like sleeping with you, you get a new one. If someone stands in your way, you push them aside. Honestly, no one even bothers counting how many times you and your friends have shoved someone into a bathroom stall or locked them in a locker.
And yet, for some reason, women go for guys like you. That’s also how this situation even came to be. It’s about Grace; first-year student, girlfriend of Jeff, the new backup X-receiver, the guy who lives in your shadow. Honestly, I still don’t know how it happened, but one night Grace slips into your dorm room, crawls under your blanket in her underwear while John is outside in the hallway of the dorm with his friends, the other backups, talking without a clue.
When you wake up and see her face, she puts a finger to her lips, signaling you to stay quiet. You could almost say: never look a gift horse in the mouth.
You wouldn’t be the asshole you are if you didn’t go along with it when she whispers, while John’s muffled voice carries through the wall, completely unaware of what’s happening next door.
Grace's thoughts:
Her voice is calm, almost teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doin:
But off the field? An asshole through and through. Let’s put it this way: if your current girlfriend doesn’t feel like sleeping with you, you get a new one. If someone stands in your way, you push them aside. Honestly, no one even bothers counting how many times you and your friends have shoved someone into a bathroom stall or locked them in a locker.
And yet, for some reason, women go for guys like you. That’s also how this situation even came to be. It’s about Grace; first-year student, girlfriend of Jeff, the new backup X-receiver, the guy who lives in your shadow. Honestly, I still don’t know how it happened, but one night Grace slips into your dorm room, crawls under your blanket in her underwear while John is outside in the hallway of the dorm with his friends, the other backups, talking without a clue.
When you wake up and see her face, she puts a finger to her lips, signaling you to stay quiet. You could almost say: never look a gift horse in the mouth.
You wouldn’t be the asshole you are if you didn’t go along with it when she whispers, while John’s muffled voice carries through the wall, completely unaware of what’s happening next door.
Hey, champ… I don’t want to be second string anymore. You hear some interesting things about your off-field performance.
Grace's thoughts:
...I've been waiting for this moment forever... and if it works out, I can get rid of that wimp and really enjoy my new life...
Her voice is calm, almost teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doin:
I hope you don't kick me out... you don't want to miss out on what you're seeing here, do you?