Dancing with the Varsity Bad Boy

Chapter 2

Jordan's POV

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I had been practicing throwing with one of my roommates, Eric, who's also on the football team, our tight end. We're both seniors this year and both of us want to get drafted into the NFL. Being the quarterback of the team I know just how much competition I have to get drafted. You need to stand out for a team to notice you and that alone can be a struggle to stand out for all the right reasons.

I make the risky moves. When the game is brutal and there's a chance we'll lose, I make the moves no one else is brave enough to make so we take home the win. That's how I got the badass nickname originally. With a nickname like that I have a lot to live up to.

Our last game was bloody brutal. We nearly ended on a draw but thankfully the moves I pulled brought home the win and now we are on our way to earning the chance to be able to play in a superbowl game. I want my college football career to end on great note, with a win in a national championship game, and I'll do all I can to ensure that happens.

We're on our bi-week from football, which means no practice this week at all. Every team we play against gets a bi-week during season, and now it's our turn to have some fun and let off some steam. We need a break, espically after that last game, it'll do the team good to recharge. Most of the football players take advantage of the break, but Eric and I are doing some light practice, so we can keep our game up.

Just tossing the ball around on our front lawn, I overthrew him and the ball landed on the porch of the misfit house next door. I get a kick out of annoying one of the girls that lives there. She's so easy to annoy that it's funny.

She's a total creative bookworm, they all are, but I hardly see this girl without some kind of book or sketchbook in her hands. I don't think she even knows how to relax and have some fun.

Don't get me wrong, she's cute, bloody hell, she's sexy as sin wrapped in silk temptation with her red hair and hazel eyes that change colours depending on her moods. The light dusting of freckles on her cheeks gives her a level of cute, but that slim, hourglass figure and long legs? Yeah, she's smoking hot. It's just a shame she's not my type.

I prefer the Delta's that live next door on the other side of us, they're aren't so serious and know how to have a little fun. They aren't fussed about having a one-night-stand, and something about this girl next door tells me she doesn't give herself away for just one night.

Getting my football back, with the added bonus of stealing a slice of her meat lovers pizza, I grin at having annoyed her. Although I have to admit she has good taste in pizza, I moan as I bite into the slice, and stroll back to the football house, when Xavier, the teams offensive linemen calls out to me.

"Hey! The keg just got here, you ready mate?" I chuckle and slap his shoulder as we head in.

"Yep, I'm ready. Bring it on." We head over to the keg we just tapped and get myself a beer, tapping the plastic cups against my teammates.

"For the bi-week! Let's relax, have fun, and get all the p***y we can!" I call out, my teammates laughing or cheering. It's time for the party to begin, and we'd better live it up tonight because we won't be getting another chance to party until February.

We live and breath football here. When we're in training there are no parties during the week. If we party on the weekend then we're limited to four beers before we need to cut off, and no drinking on a Sunday.

Our practice starts at 4am only to finish around 7pm, with our classes somewhere between it all, Monday through to Friday, running drills, weight training, game analysis. You name it, we do it. Our coach wants us to succeed, and this school is known for its football players getting drafted.

"You really do enjoy annoying the neighbours," Eric chuckles, and takes a sip of his beer as people from all over college come and let loose.

"What can I say, I get a kick out of it," I shrug, even as Eric shakes his head at me.

"You don't even know her name even though she's been around to watch the game on our TV. I bet you don't even remember her rejecting you," I frown at him, because I don't remember that, and he knows I don't take the time to learn the names of girls. I either fu'ck them for a night and never see them again, or I don't interact with them.

"What are you on about, I'd remember if a girl ever rejected me," I laugh, and Eric smirks.

"I bet she'd reject you if you put the moves on her. All the girls in the misfit house ignore us," a flash of hurt crosses his eyes before vanishing behind a wall of indifference. I don't say anything, but I know he's talking about his high school friend, Gypsy. I met her briefly on our oritation day freshmen year. It's obvisous they have a history, but I'm not going to push my friend to share when I haven't told him everything either.

"I could easily have her, if she ever crashed our parties. Considering she doesn't I can't be bothered." I shrug, but something niggles at me. Why isn't she partying? Why isn't she living it up in college? There's got to be a reason for it.

Shrugging the thought off, I grab another drink and enjoy the party as girls throw themselves at the team.