Made For Chuck

Oh it's Chuck

Basket ball practice was hell,seeing Mark was torture but nothing beats the disgust I feel from constantly getting stopped and slipped a piece of paper containing phone numbers from girls who obviously can't stop themselves from staring and lusting.

Usually I love my girls pretty and fun,reason why I'm always perplexed with deciding on who ends up in my bed.

The buzzing of students this week is an obvious indication of a new academic session which means new faces,new pussys and unlimited random parties for a few weeks.

Thankful that my dysfunctional family at least could bless me with good looks and money,the two most important thing in the world apparently since it gained me my popularity.

I was pretty chubby with a few lost teeth and full hair so yea obviously kids made fun of me a lot, I was the perfect pet for bullies but all that changed the moment puberty set in.

My overly full hair became one of the most attractive trait about me because it aided the mysterious aura and sexiness as I later grew to learn.

Currently standing at 6'9 with broad shoulders,well built muscles and a cute face,I literally could get any girl I choose to set my own on. Most times I don't even need to sweat it,they come to me theirselves.

It's been that way since highschool and clearly hasn't changed yet. Just gets tiring sometimes with all the meaningless relationships I've been in.

Sometimes i wish i could just be a regular dude without all the attention and this morning is just a typical example of those mornings. Dressed in a black pant and big hooded shirt,I was heading to my literature class when I was suddenly bumped into by someone I presume was a newbie judging from the way when was in a hurry to get to class all panicky.

This pattern has been used by a lot of people,but for some reason,I genuinely think this was completely unplanned.

A new obsession or a plaything?

Something I usually ask myself whenever I meet a new target.

Before I could say anything, another girl,someone I presume is her friend, hurriedly apologised on her behalf,said something about running late to class and pulled her along.

This school isn't that big,will definitely be seeing you again.

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The day went by pretty normal,with normal being a couple of girls trying get my attention,a few classes here and there and the breaks in between.

One thing wasnt normal thou,constantly catching myself think about the no named beauty I saw earlier.

I kept wondering and thinking of ways to see her again,I need to start with a detailed rundown of what majoŕ she was after,obviously she was a freshman,that much was obvious at first glance,I normally don't go for freshmen thou,I love my ladies experienced and well groomed,so why have I been thinking this much about a freshman???

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Almost 10pm I was ready and dressed to hit the club,it was a friday so me not thinking about clubbing would be weird.

With Jake,my closest to a best friend beside me,Brian,my actual best friend being a whole continent away,England.Went for some cultural outreach program of sort for the year.

We stood beside the window from the penthouse. Rich parents meant I get to enjoy the privileges that comes with it,They made sure I had everything I needed at my disposal, except their attention.

looking down at the busy street just outside our window,while dragging from the blunt we decide to hit before leaving taking in how little it all looks from up here. Reason why we were waiting for a designated driver to take us to the club.Name me a playboy and all the bad boy names you would like,but I still stand by the do not drive while intoxicated rule. I would never forgive anyone who does.

Thirty something minutes later we were at the club, being a regular for almost three years meant we no longer got to stand and move with the line.

After exchanging handshakes with the bouncers positioned at the entrance,we went in,headed for the bar,our first stop. A routine we have grown accustomed to following.

Scanning the room for a possible match for the night and realising the night wasn't for me,I stood at the bar,watching Jake actually have fun,I kept downing my drink while mentally trying to analyse every couple to figure them out,something I do to pass time.

I was already trying to give up and maybe probably head home when I saw her walk out from one of the corners of the club. She probably was covered by the pillar or was towards one of the dark lighted area,but I only was just seeing her.

My mystery girl from this morning was walking out,laughing at whatever it was the same girl from morning must have said and looking absolutely stunning.

Suddenly the night began to make more sense.

A red gown that hugged her body,I could also see the deep plunging neck line that could keep your eyes on what they held just underneath forever. The dress ended mid tight,revealing her legs,not straight, but build in a way that a lot of girls with straight legs would wish theirs was.

She had a black lace hills on that perfectly matched the clutch she held on her hand.

I kept watching as she danced with her friends. Along the line two of her friends went off with some people they knew,leaving her with just her friend from the morning .She kept turning down offers to dance from guys that approached her with this mean scrowl that always disappeared the moment the leave her.

Deciding to gamble on my looks helping me out,I quickly pull Jake away from a blond Barbie he was dancing with.

"I know you want to get laid bro,but you got to come with me on this one." I gently tell him while nudging towards the direction of my mystery girl and her friend.

I guess this night is not so bad after all.