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I’d go for — kind of serious and nerdy — but they say variety is the spice of life.
    Plus, I want to find more ways to make her blush.
    All at once, I’m picturing her lying flat on her back on my bed, her dark hair spread out on my pillow, all sweaty and flushed and breathless, whispering Riley….
    My cock twitches in my pants, but when Ava turns around that glare’s back on her face, and when she sits down she crosses her legs at the ankles, all prim and proper, her hands folded in her lap.
    That weird moment of sex kitten sway is totally gone. She looks like my maiden aunt.
    Well, we say ‘maiden’, but everyone knows she’s been muff diving with Mrs Crosby down the road for years.
    I have a flash of insight. Maybe I’ve been reading Ava all wrong. Not likely, but it could happen.
    “Hey,” I say, sitting down across from her. “If you’re into chicks, that’s totally cool. I get it.”
    “What?” Her voice is acidic.
    “You said we’re not on a date — and that your dad is making you do this. So I figured —”
    “I’m not gay,” she says, her teeth gritted. “Though I’m seeing the advantages of it right now.”
    Geeze, she’s uptight. She needs to relax. I could think of one way I could help her out now that we’ve established she likes cock after all, but given how she’s looking at me now…
    Anger suddenly swells up in my chest. I’m used to people at Blaketon looking at me like that. The look that says they think I’m here on charity. That no matter how many games I win for them, I’m still just a shit poor kid here on a scholarship. Like they’re indulging me by letting me play.
    “What’s your problem?” I ask, the words coming out louder than I intended them to. “Look, you already said you don’t want to be here, and I get it — but this wasn’t exactly my idea. There’s plenty of chicks who’d love the chance to get what you’re getting.”
    She just looks at me, evidently neither intimidated nor impressed by my anger.
    “Look —” she starts, but I don’t let her finish.
    “Is it because you’re rich and I’m on a scholarship? Is that the problem? My coach already told me the deal — I’m not allowed anywhere near your pristine pussy, so you can tell your dad not to worry, you’ll be unsoiled on your wedding night. Unlike you, I earned what I have. I train hard, I play hard, and I’m the best at what I do. If you think I’m going to play along with this sick little game as long as you keep up this rich bitch act, you can forget about it.”
    I’m aware there’s a few people inside the cafe who’ve turned their heads to look at us. Ava’s sitting across from me, hands in front of her, fists clenched, her lips pressed together in a long, thin line. 
    “‘Rich bitch’?” she asks frostily, after a long silence.
    “That’s how you’re acting,” I spit back at her. And it’s true.
    Ava takes a long, deep breath, sitting back in her seat. “Fine,” she says. “I’ll drop the rich bitch act if you stop with the arrogance. It’s not charming.”
    “You’re the first person who’s ever said that, but whatever,” I scoff. “Look, I already said if you’re a lesbian you can just tell me. I don’t care.”
    “Is that the only reason you can think of as to why I might not be charmed by you?”
    “Only one that makes sense,” I say. “C’mon — are you really saying you don’t want me?”
    “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” She narrows her eyes. “Maybe you’re hot shit around campus, but I don’t care about football, and I don’t know anything about it, including who plays it.” She looks down, fiddling with her sleeve. “Look, maybe this was a mistake.”
    “What?” Now I’m clenching my fists. Damn, why am I letting this girl get under my skin like this? Usually I’d just laugh and move on if a girl gives me attitude. But this one — she’s getting to me like no girl has ever gotten to me before. Like I want to