Page 6 of CryBully
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I counter, and his eyes snap to mine. My dick instantly hardens, and I clear my throat.
“Frat party tonight! You will be there,” I tell him, but he shakes his head,
“Actually I won’t,” he replies, and I raise a brow.
“The whole team is going. It’s mandatory. You don’t go, there will be more punishments,” I warn, and he rolls his eyes. “Suit yourself. Be ready by 10,” I say and leave the locker room. He really pisses me off, and he’s going to feel the brunt of my anger. You don’t get to have a hot and heavy summer with me, then ghost me without any repercussions. I really shouldn’t care. He means nothing to me. Maybe tonight I’ll drown myself in some pussy, plus alcohol, and forget all about him. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Fuck it.
Chapter 5
Bastian Vos
My legs scream at me from this morning’s drills as I stand at the beer pong table waiting to see if Mike is going to actually make it into the cup this time. I laugh when he shoots the ball and misses the mark yet again.
“Bro, you fucking suck!” Zan scolds his partner, and I roll my eyes.
“God forbid someone beats you at something,” I mutter, and John elbows me in the ribs.
“You love poking the bear, don't you.” He smirks, and I wink.
“I do,” I reply and look back at Zan who stares me down with narrowed eyes.Why does his harsh glare turn me on so fucking much?He lifts his arm, and with the flick of his wrist, he sends the ball across the table and sinks it into the cup without breaking eye contact.
“Drink,” he growls, licking his lips. I lift the red solo cup, bringing it to my mouth and downing the shot. The bitter liquid burns my throat as I swallow. “Good boy,” he smirks, and Icough. John pats my back and I clear my throat as Mike and Zan both laugh from across the table.
“You good dude?” John asks, and I nod repeatedly.
“That Don Julio will get ya. God damn,” I reply as I let the lie linger in the air between us. Zan knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m the idiot falling into his trap.
Lifting my arm, I stare at Zan and shoot my shot, sinking the ball into the cup. He rolls his eyes, picking up his drink and downing the shot. We play this song and dance until we are down to the last cup, and I sway as I try to line up my shot. Just as I shoot, some girl walks over to Zan and kisses him like she’s his girl or something. The ball flies from my hand, missing the last cup. I bow my head as he grabs her ass with one hand. still sucking her face, and makes the last shot. I watch as the white ball sinks into the cup and I slam my fists against the table. I roughly grab the cup, take the ball out, and chuck it at his head as I swallow the shot.
Walking away, I find some random girl and pull her onto the dance floor, making sure I situate us right where I can see him.I don’t know what the fuck I am doing anymore.I’ve got my girl back home, and Zan being a fucking cunt to me. I’m not sure if he’s acting like this to teach me a lesson because he’s captain, or if this all stemming from summer camp? I should grow some balls and ask him, but everytime I try to get him alone, he either dismisses me like I’m not even there or a drink is being shoved down my throat.
The room spins a bit but I continue to dance along with the random girl grinding on my dick.She does absolutely nothing for me.I’m only dancing with her to get a rise out of Zan. Which seems to not be working because he’s nowhere to be found now.
“Yo, Bash. Open up bro,” John yells, holding a bottle of whipped cream in the air over my face. I open my mouth as the sweet but bitter cream fills my mouth and I stumble intosomeone, I turn and see Zan standing with a few guys I’ve never seen before.
“My bad,” I laugh, wiping my face, and Zan smirks.
“Bash, this is Carter,” he says, and Carter sticks out his fist and I bump it.
“Nice to meet you, bro,” I slur and we all laugh.Jesus, get it together.
“Ah, shit, my girl Dylan just arrived with her friend Amy. Shit!” he groans, and Zan raises a brow.
“And that’s not a good thing why?” he asks, and Carter huffs.
“Her brother is part of The Fatal Five. You heard of them right?” he asks, and Zan nods his head while I shake mine. “Yeah, well, something is about to go down. When the lights go out, dip out and do it quickly,” he warns us, and I look at Zan, who nods. What the fuck? I’m too drunk for this shit. Suddenly, I’m flown into a wall from behind, nearly smashing my head against the wood. I spin as some asshole gets in my face.
“That’s my girl you’re dancing with,” he yells, and I laugh, which only makes him shove me back a step.
“Touch me again, bro,” I warn, and he rears back and totally misses my face as I move out of the way, only to slam my fist into the side of his head. But suddenly, the lights go out, and I’m pulled from the room and out the front door. I stumble down the steps as Zan moves quickly through the lawn. “Slow down or I’m going to be sick!” I yell, but he doesn’t listen. The moment we step foot onto the pavement, I keel over and vomit spews all over the street.
“Jesus, Vos, get it together!” he yells, and I flip him off, making him laugh.
“I told you to slow down. You don’t—” But I don’t get to finish the sentence because more liquid pours out of my mouth like I’m Regan in the damn Exorcist.Jesus.The concrete spins and I stumble a bit.
“Hold onto me, Buttercup. Let’s get you back to the dorms,” he offers, but I push him away.
“Oh, now you want to be nice to me? Fuck you!” I spit as I wipe my mouth.
