Varsity Bad Boy Series

Olivia “Mmm, come here, you sexy thing!” I moan as I open the box of my hot, gooey pizza that I had delivered. Currently, I am sitting in the living room of the house I rent on campus at my university. I’m getting ready to dive into writing my Ethics paper, but first, I need food. A loud thud outside diverts my attention away from my pizza and the paper I need to write. What the hell! This has to be what my neighbors are doing. I get up and look out the window of the house, and I see the source of the thud: a football is on my porch. I know where it came from; I live right next door to the football house on campus. When I first got a room here, in this Cape Cod-style house, I was surprised at how cheap it was for college campus housing. As it turned out, the house is actually owned by a little old woman whose family placed her in an assisted living facility because she could no longer live alone. Instead of selling the house, which they found had a low value since it is on a college campus, they decided to rent it out. I guess the woman had been here for years before the college expanded to make this area the sports house and Greek row. The family saw value in renting out the three bedrooms to college kids, like me. When I took a room here, I didn’t realize the football house was right next door. During football season, it’s okay because the guys have curfews and a strict training schedule. Post-season, it’s party central. Everyone loves the football players here on campus, both on and off the field. After football season, they are known for having the best parties. I live with two other people in the house who were just as clueless as I was about having the infamous football house next door. We thought that because our landlord was in a nursing home, this would be a quiet place. My two housemates—one is gay and loves that he is next to the “beefcakes,” as he calls them. The other is essentially a wannabe sorority girl but never gets picked, so she tries to impress them. I’m a scholarship student, so if I mess up, I’m out of school. I don’t party often; I’m focused on my education and not one to socialize excessively. I can’t afford to mess up at all. The three of us in this house are kind of like the misfits of the sports center and Greek row. That’s probably why we get along living here. I go out to the porch and grab the football. I hear the voice of the one they call “The Badass,” Liam Andrews. “Right here, sweetheart,” he smirks. Liam, “The Badass” Andrews, is the captain of the football team. He has an All-American look. He’s 6 feet tall, 210 lbs of pure muscle, with dark blond hair and ice-blue eyes. Truthfully, he’s gorgeous, and he knows it. They call Liam “The Badass” for a reason. He makes daring moves on the football field that people say are badass. The badass moves extend to his personal life as well. He isn’t afraid to make a move on any woman, and his end goal is to get as many women into his bed. According to the guys, that’s a badass move, so that’s how he got the nickname. I smirk back at him; he knows I don’t like him, and I hate that he always calls me “sweetheart.” He just doesn't bother to remember all the names of the girls he’s with, so he calls every female “sweetheart” because he has so many women in his life. I throw the football up in the air and then kick it over to him. “Whoa, you’ve got some legs there, sweetheart, and they kick nicely too,” he says. “Liam, I’m trying to eat and write a paper. Can you please keep your balls in your yard?” I tell him. “Oh, my balls are right here, but if you mean the football, I’ll try, sweetie,” he replies. Oh, he is impossible! I go inside—time to devour that pizza! Just as I sit down and am about to take a bite of this meat lovers pizza, I see a hand come into my view and grab a slice. “What the f**k! Liam, why are you here?” I yell at him. “You said you were eating; I figured it was an invite, and I love meat lovers,” Liam says. “Take the slice and get the hell out!” I say, pushing him out the door. “Thanks, sweetheart!” he grins as he steps outside, holding his slice up. “He is such an asshole!” I say out loud. “Who is an asshole, and is he cute?” Anthony, my housemate, asks as he enters from the kitchen. “Liam, that big oaf next door. I didn’t know you were here,” I tell him. “I just got here, darling. Came in the back way. Did you know those boys are out front throwing balls around? The best view is from our backyard,” he says. “Sorry, not interested. Besides, you just missed one of those boys,” I tell him. “So I heard. The resident varsity bad boy stole some food, huh? He just waltzed in here and took it,” he bats his eyes at me as he says that. “I do not like Liam, if that’s what you are implying,” I tell Anthony. “I don’t see him going into those Delta houses and taking their pizza, and everyone knows they give their pizzas away for free to any athlete. They don’t have to work for it like they do with you, Olivia,” Anthony says. Suddenly, we hear loud music being played from the football house. “Are you kidding me? It’s only Wednesday! Are they not in training?” I yell. “It’s their off week, Liv, so it’s party time. Why don’t we go crash it?” Anthony suggests. “Why would we want to crash their party?” I ask him. “For revenge! You’re a total hottie when I do makeovers on you. I know you have a little red sexy number in that closet. We walk in, and you can do a lap, making them want you. I can get nice views of the beefcake over there. Just when they want to know who the lady in red is, we walk out and leave them blue-balled.” Anthony says. I look at him and scrunch up my brow. “You thought this out for a while, didn’t you?” “Tease The Badass. What else do you have to do tonight?” he asks. “Um, my Ethics paper!” I reply. “Psh,” he says, waving his hand, “I know you. That paper is due in two weeks. You’re just trying to stay ahead. This is like two hours out of your time, and you get to torture The Badass.” He has a point. “Okay, let’s do it before I change my mind.”