Drumline

Chapter 1

*Authors Note: This story takes place after Chapter 10 of the original story, please read that if you want an understanding to whats going on and the characters*

Saturday came, finally. I cannot keep Laird off of my mind. But I need to at least try to focus. I still have a few things to do before I can get my hands (and tongue) on him.

"Yo, Reese!" I look over and see Smith running towards me. He seems unusually chipper.

"Hey Robin!" I grin bigly at him, I've never voiced it but if I wasn't so distracted by Laird, I would climb Smith like a fucking beanstalk.

"So listen, I'm throwing a kind of get together tonight at my dorm. Some of the drumline guys are coming but its not an official drumline par-" He stops talking when he sees my look of indecisiveness.

"I would love to stop by, but I can't stay for long. I've got pre existing plans tonight." I say with a wink, and don't need to say anything more. Smith is the only one who knows I've been secretly kind of seeing Laird for the last couple weeks.

"Darlin' don't fret, get a grope in on that fine ass for me while you're at it." He jogs off, but not before I was able to see the look of disappointment he tried to hide with humor. I need to go to that party. I can't risk losing my only friend on the drumline, especially since Marco is more focused on my failure than ever.

I whip my phone out and text Laird, praying that he understands.

"Laird..." just a simple text, but I remember the day he brought me to his home and he begged me to keep saying his name.

"What a simple word can do to a man..."

Oof, how can he lay on the sex through a text I'll never know. It takes all I have to keep the ground beneath my feet.

"I know we have plans tonight, but Smith just told me about a party he's throwing and he'll never admit it but he needs me there... can we reschedule?

Twenty agonizing minutes pass before I finally get a reply. It's short and sweet.

"No."

Oh man. What the FUCK does he mean no? And that's exactly what I reply.

"I mean no reese. You're not cancelling on me for him. I told you before that you were to stop seeing him. We will make an appearance, but you are MINE."

I don't know whether or not I should be pissed or panting. I think a good mixture of both are called for, my reply is short, and I may regret it later on.

"I'm not yours, Im not Smiths, Im my own. See u tonight." I turn my phone off and head back to my dorm to get ready for the party. I don't know what ramifications will come from that text, but I can't worry about that tonight. Smith needs me.