Page 66 of Spiral
“Fuck you, Anderson. Y-you think you own me? You steal my f-fucking place as captain and think I’m your bitch now?”
“This isn’t about football, you sick fuck – and you know it. You want captain? You can be the fucking captain. I don’t give a shit. But you don’t threaten Georgia.”
I tighten my grip around his arm, instantly causing him to wheeze in pain and desperately attempt to loosen my grasp.
“You don’t hurt Georgia. You don’t touch her. You don’t show up at her door. You don’t fucking breathe in her direction.”
He grabs onto my wrist and tries to rip me off of him, but my hold only intensifies.
“I’ll let you go,” I assert, shoving him against the brick once more to emphasize my point, “if you swear you’ll never so much as think about me, or Georgia, ever again.”
“S-suck my d-dick, Anderson,” he chokes out, saliva dribbling from his lower lip as he speaks.
“Oh, yeah?” I taunt, hardening my grip and yanking downwards, forcing Watson to a kneeling position on the brick porch. “Which one of us is on our knees?”
He glares at me, his breaths shaky and weak.
“F-fine,” he stutters, pupils dilating as his shallow breaths quicken, “I’ll fucking leave.”
“Henry, what the hell happened out there?” Georgia asks, her expression vulnerable and concerned.
My oversized shirt clings to her curves as she saunters towards me, immediately entangling herself in my arms.
“Don’t worry about that,” I murmur. “He’s not gonna be a problem anymore.”
She nods, her lips pouting as she gently traces her finger down my bare abdomen.
“Well,” she starts, a coy smile on her lips. “Then should we pick up where we left off?”
I chuckle and plant a soft kiss at the center of her forehead.
“I’m sorry, princess – but there’s something I need to go take care of.”
I run my fingers through my hair anxiously as I stand on the porch of the Zeta Kappa sorority house. I can hear muffled party music coming from the inside, and I groan as the door swings open.
“Ooh, how are you, Mr. Anderson?” slurs Amber, a friend of Natalia’s and a professional jersey chaser.
Her blonde bob is styled pin straight, framing her puffy cheeks with wisps of golden hair. She’s dressed, but barely, and I instantly notice how her leather mini skirt is clearly inappropriate for the cold temperature outside.
“Hey, Amber – where’s Natalia?”
She rolls her eyes, pouting her overfilled lips in annoyance that I’m not here to see her.
“Oh, boo,” she whines. “Nat’s upstairs... NATALIA!”
Amber screeches into the house behind her, her strident voice easily carrying over the pumping bass of the house music.
“Thanks, Amber,” I remark, flashing her what I hope is a charming smile.
“Yeah, whatever.”
She pushes the door open fully, allowing me to enter into the chaos that is Zeta Kappa on a Friday night.
I pay little attention to the flirty advances of the drunk sorority sisters as they touch my arms and whisper my name. My eyes are glued to the large, winding staircase towards the back of the foyer, the same one that leads directly to Natalia’s room.
The music fades in intensity as I make my way up the wooden steps, my attention fixed on the first door to the left of the second-story landing. Bold purple letters spelling NATALIA zigzag across it, and I inhale deeply as I draw nearer. I’ve barely knocked before the door swings open to reveal Natalia’s tall frame, clad in only blue, lacy lingerie.
“Jesus, Natalia–” I start, shutting my eyes and turning my head away.