pryce knew he was attractive, that's the thing. he must've practiced his lip bite in the mirror. his bottom lip made up for the top one and he knew how to lick his lips— and look down at your own — as if it was a skill.
he was the farthest from cocky and perhaps just very content. he didn't have to worry about grades because he was smart and he knew he was attractive. he kept to himself because he knew the girls would go up to him on their own. maybe that's why he liked me so much— because i did the opposite.
he had a walk that embraced glances and somber thoughts. maybe it was my fault that i played into that. he was unfazed by compliments and lustful glances. he wanted something different, and perhaps i was that thing. keeping distance and not following him around was a like of his.
you know how you might make eye contact with someone attractive and it'll seem like nothing, yet your mind will unintentionally start hyping you up? well, my body has a way of gassing me up out of nowhere. one single look, and i'll play off that. see, pryce had this side glance that made girls think they were gonna fuck him the same night.
pryce looking at you with his lil' signature lip lick and a raise of his eyebrow was equivalent to being dicked down. many females have been teased, tormented, and tossed around by that glance. now, me, i love eye contact.
thanks to the mandatory physical credit we had to take as juniors, pryce and i were in the same class– tennis. on many occasions, we would be in the same court, participating in a match against each other. tennis skirt and all, i made complete and unfleeting eye contact with him. you can guess what happened next.
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the hookup handbook
Short Storya lengthy list, with recollections, of brie donovan's intentional and unintentional hbcu hookups throughout her junior year of college.
