Loyal

Chapter 42

Colin's POV

FLASHBACK

             She shoves me against the wall of the master bedroom, heading straight down for my pants. I take another swig from my red cup. Fuck this is the life.

            "Do you like this daddy?" she asks, her blonde hair swishing to the side, as she gets ready to take care of business.

                        "I don't want to hear you talk, just do what you gotta do," I say, shoving her head back down. I don't know who the fuck she is, but I know what I want. I let out a breath as I feel her mouth cover me, fuck. Her head moves up and down, up and down. I look down at her; her blue eyes look up longingly at me, eyeliner smeared, to see if I'm pleased with what she's doing.

            I take one of the pills from my back pocket, put it onto my tongue, and let it dissolve. I shake my head and let out a breath, the room starts to swirl under my feet, but I feel more relaxed. I look down; her head is still going, her tongue swirling, ooohhh fuck.  

                        "There, ooh fuck," I shove her head down, pushing me deeper into her throat. I'm about to cum. Just as I release I can feel her eagerly suck me in, holding me with both of her hands. I laugh. Fuckin hoe. Hoes always like drinking that shit up. After she finishes I pull my boxers and pants back up, dismissing her from the room. I take another drawn out drink from my red cup and put it down on the ground. The house is pulsing with music, and I can feel it making my body move. I head down the stairs; slapping a baggy with a pill to everyone I pass. The boys at the frat house give an unlimited supply, which means there's always a high. 

            "Ay yo Colin! Where's ya boy Cam?" Someone calls from behind me.

                        "I don't know where his bitch ass is!" At the sound of Cam's name I can feel my knee jerk. He did me dirty on the field and I hadn't talked to him since. Even if we were in the same Frat house, I hadn't run into him. I make my way to the center of the house. Bottles and cups litter the ground, music is turned up to full volume, and lights flash everywhere around me.        

People grind on each other downstairs, others are fucking in dark corners, wherever there's an extra space. I kick a used condom out of my way as I head back to a free couch. I feel sick to my damn stomach and don't even remember passing out.

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            "Colin! Colin!?" a voice clears my sleep as I open my eyes. Trish is standing over me, shaking me awake.

                        "What!?" I snap, suddenly feeling my head ache. Fuck. I look around, the house is fucked up like usual. We'd have to get some sorority girls to clean this shit up. I look down and realize I fuckin puked all over myself.

            "What the hell is your fucking problem Colin?" I look up at Trish, she's dressed up as usual.

                        "What?" For a moment I think she's concerned for me and the fact that I have damn puke all over my clothes.

            "Um hello you're going to be late for practice!" She looks down at her right hand, examining her nails and then grabbing her phone.

                        "Do you realize, I have shit all over my clothes right now?"

            "Okay, go take a fucking shower. It's not that difficult. You're going to jeopardize your opportunity to stay starting."

                        "Do you realize I fucking cheated on you last night? That I do almost every fucking night? In this fucking house?" Trish pauses at my words, I wait for her to express some kind of emotion. Some sign that she gives a damn.

            "Are you trying to hurt me?" she asks finally, pulling her purse up higher on her shoulder and raising an eyebrow. Wow.

                        "Never mind Trish, just fuckin go."

            "I'm just trying to help you out Colin." I brush her off and head to my room, getting ready to shower for practice.