Rejected By The Alpha Quarterback

CHAPTER 5

HAZEL

I wake up with a splitting head ache. Kelly’s bed still remains unmade, which means she didn’t come home last night.

I shut my eyes, trying to block out the sun, as well as images from last night. Images of Asher James lapping away at my p***y juice; Asher James f*****g me in this very bed.

The door opens and Nick walks in. I’m not expecting to see him so soon. I’m not ready to hear his lies. Not ready to see that sunny smile I used to love with every bit of my heart.

He’s clutching a cup of coffee and bagels for me. It’s something he used to surprise me with every once in a while. If last night hadn’t happened, the sight of him would have made me swoon. Now, all I want to do is punch him square in the face.

“Hey sleepy head,” he grins, taking in my bed hair and puffy eyes. “Whoa. What the f**k did my munchy bear get up to last night? You look like s**t babe.”

He’s pretending, outright lying to my face. I’m so furious, I don’t even notice him leaning in until his lips are a few inches away from mine. That’s when I act. Snarling, I push him away from him, mustering a strength I didn’t know I owned. He goes flying backwards. Coffee splashes everywhere. The bagel goes flying behind Kelly’s bed.

Any other day, I wouldn’t have managed to pull a stunt like this. Nick’s an alpha’s son. He’s strong. Way stronger than me. But I’m angry right now. There’s also the fact that he hadn’t been expecting me to attack him.

His eyes are wide with shock as he pushes himself off the wall. There are splotches of coffee on his white T-shirt.

“What the f**k?” he’s back up on his feet. So am I. My p***y’s still sore from being rammed last night but I ignore it. “I merely came over to check up on you. Thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.”

“Cut the bullshit Nick,” I heave, my chest feeling like it’s on fire. I’m glad I’d cried as much as I could last night because there are no tears left in my tear ducts. Not right now anyways. “I came to the party last night.”

“What?” he’s not moving. It’s almost as if he can already guess what I’m about to say.

“I was at the frat house last night Nick. I saw you by the pool with Nancy. Saw you kissing her, saying all sorts of stuff about me.”

“Fuck.” He clutches the bridge of his nose, caught off guard. Lost for words. When he speaks, his voice is low. “You weren’t supposed to be there. How did you even know there was going to be a party?”

“That’s not the point,” I jam my glasses on. “You’ve been cheating on me. On top of that, you’ve merely been leading me on for the past two years. So, I guess it’s over between us.”

“What?” He takes his fingers off his face, wanting to watch me say it.

“You heard me. I’m breaking up with you.”

“You can’t be serious.” He scoffs, brows drawing together. “Whatever it was you saw last night, that was nothing. It meant nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know what I saw. Know what I heard.” I look away from him and catch sight of a gray sweatshirt lying haphazardly on the floor, next to my bed. It’s definitely not mine. It’s way too big to be Kelly’s.

I guess that means it belongs to Asher. Now that I think about it, he’d been wearing this sweatshirt last night. He must have left it behind on purpose. But why?

I must have been staring at it for way too long because now, Nick’s staring at it too. He recognizes it as belonging to a member on the football team. It isn’t until he sees the number nine on the shirt that he finally loses his s**t.

“Is that Asher James sweatshirt? How the f**k did that end up here? What is it doing lying under your bed?”

“Oh.” I shrug. “He must have taken it off before we had s*x last night.”

“You w-what?” he splutters, gaping at me in disbelief. I’ve never seen Nick look as furious as he does right now. “Please, tell me you’re joking. Tell me this is a f*****g joke.”

“What’s there to joke about? I hooked up with one of your team mates. It’s not like you haven’t been doing the same, hooking up with cheerleaders.” Again, I shrug. “I guess we’re even.”

“Even?” he grits. “Hazel Bell… do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

I don’t know, neither do I care. I push past him and dash out of my room. I walk around aimlessly, mourning my two-year relationship. I mourn the doe-eyed i***t I had been for the past two years, the eager to please prey, who had been fed lies and played so perfectly.

It takes another five minutes for me to realize that I’ve forgotten to wear slip ons. With my bed hair and unwashed face, I look a total mess and of course, Asher James chooses this exact moment to catch sight of me. He’s barely a dozen feet away on the opposite side of the lane, freshly showered and decked out in obnoxious designer clothes.

He’s the last person I want to see right now. Just the thought that I’d had s*x with him last night is so mortifying that I’m running away before I can make sense of what my feet are doing.

I get off the sidewalks, taking the rose bushes, weaving through backyards and scouring fences. I’m rounding a pillar, when he suddenly appears in front of me.

I screech, instinctively shifting backwards but he wraps an arm around my waist, bringing me flush against his massive, unyielding body. And he’s grinning, with devious, mocking intent.

“Going somewhere, freckles?”