Chapter Three
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WILL'S POV
It hurt a great deal when after we had won the game I looked around the faces present and Liz was not among the number of girls present.
When I turned my head one last time, it was on Cain's face that my eyes landed. He was smiling at me in the sort of way that said, 'I told you she does not care anything for you.'
He knew why I was looking around and it amused him.
"I'm going to prove you wrong."
I muttered under my breath as I ran along with the other team members. As usual, I had scored almost all the goals for my team, not because my team members were not good but because I was too quick and maybe too good. We had won the game in the end like I had thought we would but the freshman girl I had hoped I had impressed with my skill had not showed up.
My name was ringing on the lips of many people and the big bootied girl that Martin could have cried telling me she was taken was calling out to me. I did not know at first, not until Rock came closer and said,
"She is the girl with big booty."
"I love you, Will Rodriguez!"
She called again, her voice sounding a bit fiercer than that of other girls.
I didn't want to pay attention to whatever the look in her eyes was. I convinced myself that I got looks like that every day from girls and guys I don't even know. It should not mean anything to me. I should smile and whiz past like I usually did.
I was beginning to think that making the bet was not a good idea. I had no idea how I was going to ever meet Liz. Whether or not Liz was her real name, I didn't even know. But there was a restlessness in my head, I wanted to speak with her, to get to know her and like I had bet I would, have her.
It was a good thing Cain had not set a deadline, but then, he knew I would never chase a woman for more than a week. The chase was always too easy because they were always so eager to be with me.
They came too easily and mostly left just as easily. I was not the one with the problem. Most girls I had been with either left because of their insecurities or because I never truly gave the time the relationship needed to it.
I let my thoughts run wild for a bit.
Where would I first make love to her once she said yes?
Definitely not in a bedroom. There had to be some wild place where we could do wild things.
I laughed at my own thoughts as I grabbed my bag.
The parking lot would be Crowded, so I stayed for a bit at the lab sit_ out, grateful to be alone for a while after the rowdy day. I did not have to set about wooing her immediately. I had a whole session ahead.
LIZ'S POV
I was not exactly counting on the fact that I had made a friend, but when I saw Amma the following day, ready to walk with me to the parking lot, I realized I had gotten myself a friend.
"You look so tired, Liz." She noted when we started walking.
"I did not realize it was that obvious." I replied dryly
She shook her head in amusement.
"Hey, It does not make you look any less beautiful. Did I say you were pretty last time we spoke?"
She asked. I shook my head.
"Well, you are. Very pretty." She commented.
"Thank you, Amma. I didn't say anything about your locs either. I absolutely love how it suits you. And I had wanted to tell you how much I liked your skin.. it's practically shining." I said.
She smiled even more broadly.
"Hey, I should part ways with you now. You spent quite a while at the resource center, most people from the arts department are gone now."
She said before heading off into the opposite direction where she would head home alone. I walked into the parking lot and directly to my car, I would have opened the door the moment my hand enclosed the handle but I was stopped.
"Hey, gorgeous. "
I heard a deep masculine voice call behind me the moment she was gone. It sounded as ominous as anything I had heard in a long while. I spun around to see the basketball playing guy, tall and tanned, his hair falling over his forehead in the fashion of a high school lover, his eyes twinkling.
My breath stopped for a bit, and when I was sure I was calm enough, I said,
"Hi. "
"I'm Will Rodriguez, but you already know me, I guess."
He said arrogantly. My brows furrowed in surprise at the arrogant assumption.
"Why would you think so?" I asked. "Maybe I've not heard anything of you. Maybe I did not know you existed before now."
I said meanly. He snorted.
"That's not true. Everyone knows me. It's a big Uni, I know, but the size of the school does not make me any less popular."
He was a punk. I could tell.
He was the perfect definition of the kind of guys I needed to stay away from. But there was a steam rising inside of me as I watched him; taut muscles, beautiful biceps, strong lean legs that spilled out from shorts and stopped inside an expensive looking Nike sneakers.
"You are getting popular without knowing it, Liz."
He said, this time, he took a step closer to me. I swallowed hard.
"You might want to stay just where you are." I said dryly.
He smiled.
"I'm not trying to hurt you or anything. I mean, there are cameras planted everywhere here." He said.
"I'll talk to you next time, Will Rodriguez."
I said curtly. He just grinned that wolfish grin of his.
"I'm glad you look forward to talking with me. I was right to think it would lead to that."
He turned to leave but turned abruptly and said,
"I can make out your ni**les from your shirt, they are straining for my touch."
Then he left as if he was never there in the first place.
I stood there reeling at his parting words. Damn hormones!
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