Falling

Chapter 2

Deans POV

I would prefer literally doing anything else rather than sitting in class with these weird drama kids. Unfortunatly for me my GPA is plummeting because I missed a few tests.

We were playing against Eastwood. They are one of the most difficult teams to play. Not only do they have a f*****g unit of a quarter back but they play filthy. We lost two players against them. Jordan got his nose broken and Seth tore a hamstring. Our team is down two of the best players now replaced with rookies.

We took a win but got one hell of a beating. It was a tight, intense game. All of us were so f****d up afterwards we didn't even celebrate, which is rare. Normally we would tear up a crate of beer regardless of how our game went.

I was so focused on winning and leading my team that I completely forgot about our CA test coming up. I only realised when I sat down in class that day and the paper got slapped on my desk. The f*****g terror that hit me should be studied. Of course I don't pay attention in class, I sit next to Declan. Declan can't take anything seriously, he is my best friend but man that guy is a firecracker. He can't shut up for a second about Tiffanys t**s. He's a boob guy 100% he can't have a conversation without checking out a girls rack. His a man w***e I'll tell you that much but a more loyal friend you could never get. A motherfucker on the field. His d**k does all the thinking and his mouth just follows. Apparently girls find his "charm" attractive.

I got a D. A f*****g D.

Declan of course joked about it. His childish brain could only picture a "D" as d**k.

Me on the other hand, this test r***d me sideways in my f*****g ass.

Our professor had a serious talk with me after class telling me If I don't pick up my slack I won't be able to play. I can't retake the test but I can take on another class to boost my average. She advised me to take f*****g drama.

I have never a day in my life showed interest in drama. God knows I don't date girls to avoid drama. How the table turn because here I am sat in class surrounded by a f**k ton of drama majors. f**k my life!

I didn't give much thought on where I would sit. I don't care really. I just want to get this over with. I find a seat, take out my notebook that Ive had since the beginning of the year, mind you we are in the 3rd semester. I don't take notes, ever. My brain just kind of hears the information and stores it granted when I am focused.

On my lefthand side sits a girl, I can tell she's serious about this class. The way her glasses are pushed all the way back, touching her skin tells me it's not for aesthetics. She waiting anxiously fiddling with her pencil over her notebook.

Her notebook is probably thicker than the bible. She takes it seriously!

Perfect size! Thats what Dean would say. My eyes trace her neckline. She's clearly wearing a uniform of some sort. The tank top perfectly hugs her very impressive rack, leaving just enough room for the imagination.

Her skirt is daringly short, one wrong move and it's all boners.

Strange to think that a drama major could be so hot! Normally girls who are as mad attractive gravitates toward cheerleading or something.

She's not slutty hot though...she's...cute hot?

A little stuck up, I will admit. She snaps at me simply because the seat I am in belongs to whoever and apparently I didn't ask her permission to sit here. Fireball this one!

I can see she's not one for humour. I crack a joke calling her "babe". Say what you want but any girl who's upset melts with nicknames.

I can see her cheeks flush a bright shade of red, her eyes widen and she scans to room to see if anyone heard me.

She's cute, angry and aggressive but it lowkey funny to see how fast you can get under her skin.

After a quick bicker and one helluva fight she puts up we get interrupted by the professor.

Of course I'm her target today. This is my first time attending drama class. Im a jock, I have ZERO f*****g interest in this class but I need to get my GPA back to standard otherwise I can kiss the playoffs goodbye.

Professor Jane isn't one for ass kissing so I don't even try. I just shut the f**k up and push down the shameful feeling of sitting here.

Our drama majors are staging a play for the fall. So since I am joining a little too late I am stuck helping direct the play. We have rehearsal at 16:00. f**k my life!

As I park in the lot I notice Margaux's bike. I know it's hers because she has agree to meet Noah earlier and I'm sure he doesn't bike. She had locked it to the frame as if someone would be tempted to steal the powder blue french ass looking bicycle.

Her rear tire is flat. I quickly start taking the wheel apart from the frame, so she will be able to pump it back up.

As I walk through the corridors of the drama hall I see her rehearsing her lines. Not the script, but literally rehearsing her lines to speak to Noah.

Shes pacing around like a jailbird waiting for their hearing. You can tell she's stressed by the way her fingers linger in the mouth as she bites the skin around her nail. She's fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. She has a crush! Aw how cute!

She looks so f**k able though! That skirt is just short enough to hide her ass. Certainly leaves enough room for the imagination. I can imagine those legs on my shoulders. God damnit she's hot!

Her cheeks turn a bright red colour when I tease her about her crush on Noah, which she denies. I love making her nervous! The way she gets flustered turns me on! Even though my manner is playful with her I am totally thinking of f*****g her in the sound booth. Unlike the girls I know she's a tough cookie. She doesn't seem to respond to my charm like other girls do. Maybe she really likes this dude Noah. I don't know what she sees in him he looks a little stuck up. Definitely comes from a home where his parents encouraged him in his delusional ways to much.

Margaux eyes fixes away from me on the devil himself. Noah walks in with a leather jacket, helmet in his hands and his backpack. He reeks of cigarette smoke.

He gives me a nod "Hey man."

"Whats up?"

He proceeds to dive into the conversation with Margaux.

It's obvious he makes her nervous. She's trembling her words and her eyes are blinking at the speed of lightning. Noah seems completely un phased by her presence. He's not into her, he doesn't notice her. They continue to go over all the songs they think would work well with the play when we get joined by the rest of the cast for the play. Margaux directs everyone to take their places and nudges me to sit in the front row with her.

She explains to me the context of the play and my role. She's so passionate about this. Her eyes are lit brightly and burning with desire.

I can't hear a word she's saying, he lips looks so soft and glossy, her t**s are basically spilling out of her top, I just want to give her sloppy kissing from her lips all the way down to her breasts. Drag my tongue down her flat stomach all the way down to her crotch and peel her panties off with my teeth. Kissing and caressing his inner thighs -

Fuck! Focus Dean!

I am so thinking with my d**k, I didn't hear a f*****g word!

For the rest of the play I keep my mouth shut and focused. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. My job is actually quite easy, whenever an actor forgets a line, I read it to them. The real problem comes in when this play needs to be executed to perfection in order to get the grade. It needs some work but it's still early days, they only started rehearsing a week ago.

After an hour of rehearsal Margaux wrestles with all her papers as she shoves them in her backpack. She picks up her bike tire in one hand and throws her backpack over her shoulder. She is wrestling with her thoughts, she took down a lot of notes during the play. Writing down every error and hiccup.

"Hey wait up, how are you getting home? You need to get that tire fixed."

"Thank you for your concern dearest Dean, I will be pushing my bike back the dorm and ask Anna's boyfriend to pump it for me."

"No way you're walking back to the dorms it's nearly night time and some guy might grab you to start dry humping, throw your bike in the back of the jeep, I will take you to the gas station then drop you at the dorms."

"Yeah no way, Im not letting you take me home and I'm definitely not getting in the jeep like one of your f**k buddies."

"What? I am so not trying to f**k you." I totally am but she doesn't have to know about all my dirty thoughts.

"Fine, if you promise not to say a word."

"Aw baby but you like listening to me talk."

I say jokingly.

I throw the bicycle in the back of the jeep and we are on route.

I fight the urge to open my mouth before she strangles me with her bare hands. Thinking of it that might be just the thing. She can strangle me anytime. f**k I can feel my d**k turning hard just thinking of it.

I start pumping her tire at the gas station but the air is blowing right out. There's no way a patch job can fix this.

I inform her that her tire has now passed away and is probably on its way to heaven. She gives a light chuckle at the shallow joke I just ripped.

We are back on route to her dorm, when she starts the conversation.

"So you started drama? How come?"

"Am I not suppose to keep my mouth shut?"

"Okay, turn down my conversation then."

"Aw you want to talk to me? I was basically forced to join because of my GPA it's lacking and if I don't pick up another class I can't play anymore."

"Sorry to hear that, it must suck doing something you're not interested in."

"It wasn't too bad, it was actually soul sucking boring!"

"Okay and we're back to no talking, thank you."

"But baby, Ive been such a good boy!"

Another chuckle escapes her mouth before she gives me those serious eyes and scolds me for calling her baby. I like teasing her. She gets so defensive.

We continue to make some more small talk before we get back to her dorm. When we stop she reaches for the door handle trying to get out as quickly as humanly possible. She turns toward me before pulling the handle, she almost seems hesitant.

"Thanks for the ride." She says sincerely.

"Anytime, same time tomorrow?"

"What?"

"I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"No you won't, I'm fine to walk."

"Sure you are, your legs move great! But you're definitely not walking."

"Sure am." She says slamming the door in my face. To my surprise she leaves her bike in the back of my Jeep. I can't help but laugh. This girl is truly something else.

At 07:00 I stand waiting outside her dorm with two paper cups. Hot chocolates from Seattle Coffee bar. I wait for about 5 minutes before I see Margaux coming out of her building. She's wearing a long black trench coat covering her uniform. I fluffy knitted scarf around her neck, white sneakers and ear muffs covering her ears. She looks cute! She is obviously way too over dressed for the weather. It's not that cold at all.

"What on earth are you doing here, Dean?"

"I told you, you're not walking alone." I say as I hold out a paper cup towards her.

"Hot chocolate!"

"Thanks! But listen I need to get to work, then I have class after and then rehearsals it's a full day and you're definitely not driving me everywhere so lets just nip this in the butt and you let me walk."

"Yeah so totally right, Im not driving you. I am WALKING you."

"What! It's 2 miles..."

"We better start walking then."

We start walking on our way to her work we start making small talk. We talk about the football team, the play, our professor and her job. She stops in her tracks when I bring up Noah. She really likes this guy for some odd reason. Margaux is a confident girl but when it comes to Noah all confidence leaves her body.

She starts getting nervous, biting her lips and fiddling with her skirt. I think he can act a little naive when it comes to Noah. She is so blinded by him the common sense leaves the chat immediately.

"Okay so I like him, so what?"

"Nothing wrong with that but why him?"

"He is passionate, a great musician, he's soft and gentle. His energy intrigues me and he obviously looks banging."

"So you're looking for a f**k?" I say cheeky.

"No - I don't - I mean I do - but not now. It needs to be special."

"Special? You're one of those? Rose petals on the bed, candles.."

"No! Just - I"

"You're a virgin.."

"No! I- yes, yes I am" she says in a shy manner.

Holy s**t. Margaux is a virgin. How the f**k is that possible. You're telling me no one has had the pleasure of banging her. And out of everyone she wants NOAH to bang her. f*****g hell, she was hot before but this, this makes her x10 hotter. She proceeds to tell me how she is not the type to casually date someone and that all her previous relationships never reach the point of s*x. She says she prefers long term relationships and meaningful connection. She says she wanted to lose her virginity but the time never seemed right and that her being a virgin scares most guys off. I can't imagine how it would scare anyone off. Maybe me yeah, but that's because I don't want an attachment, I prefer a casual f**k and to focus on football.

"This is me." She says with a sigh.

As she turns her back to me while walking towards the door I grab her by her hand pulling her back and plant a small peck on her right cheek. I can feel the goosebumps on her arm, her cheeks turn flush again and she is stumbling on her words.

"Dean, what was that?"

"I am wishing you a good day baby." I tease. Clearly things like this is such a big deal for her, to me it's not at all, just banter.

"Hey Margaux!" We get interrupted by the f*****g asshole who is Noah.

"Can I have the early bird breakfast with black coffee?

So listen if you wanted to our band is performing at Ray's frat house this weekend, you should come. I few of the cast will also be going. Would be cool to have you there."

Margaux is visibly excited at the invite. Her cheeks are perked up and her bulging from the big smile painted on her face. He noticed her as an actual human being for one. Her body language tells me that her stomach is doing a cartwheel right now.

"We will be there!" I say sternly.

Noah looks confused because he obviously didn't invite me. His face looks annoyed too. He was looking at Margaux in a lustful way and after my comment his looking at me like I asked him to f**k my grandma. Noah heads inside to take his seat at the booth in the far right corner. Margaux remains outside the door with me. Her smile is so prominent as she looks at Noah but immediately fades as she sets her gaze back on me.

"Really? He invited me? You're not going Dean? Don't you have jocks to hang out with at your frat. What even are you looking to do there?"

"Firstly babydoll, ouch my heart. Secondly I want to hang out with you obviously! No, Just kidding, as much as I do enjoy it, I will be going to scope the talent there is within the drama cast."

"I swear to God if you hook up with someone on my cast I will-"

"Will what? Get jealous? Don't worry baby, I can't replace you! Our walks are straight from the notebook!"

"Dean! Stop calling me pet names and you're not going. I will not allow you to cockblock me."

"Cockblock? No baby, never, if you want me just tell me, I'm yours." I tease before she shuts the door in my face.

There is no f*****g way in hell I am letting her go to the party with Noah. I know his type, he butters up a girl, gives them hope and then f***s them. He plays the long game. He doesn't do casual hookups, instead he makes a girl fall for him, give herself to him and then after he has gotten his f**k he dodges the bullet.

His a heathen. He has no remorse for their feelings and completely disregards their humanity once he sticks his d**k in.

He f****d my buddies sister Lorna last year. She was a virgin, completely f****d with her head, slept with her and then dumped her the next day because she was "too much"

Margaux is soft, caring and gentle. What I have gathered and learned about her in our walk is quite intriguing.

She enjoys the little things, she watches a stupid show called friends. She has a missed match pair of pyjamas the pants is stripes and the top is polka dots, she wears it regularly.

She enjoys theater because it allows her to feel like she's living in a different world.

She eats a whole slab of chocolate instead of saving some blocks for later.

Her mother died of cancer and she sees her dad as often as she can. He has been in the dumps since her mom died. The way she talks about him is f*****g heart breaking. She doesn't come from money but she has worked her way into a top f*****g university. She is insanely talented. She believes in love, she is in-love with love. She believes in marriage and notebook type of love. She most definitely does not do one night stands...therefore I need to step into this situation with Noah.

I suddenly feel the urge to protect her from Noah. It's a strange feeling, I haven't felt this way about someone before. I barely know this girl. Honestly I have much better things to do with my time but I cant shake the fact that I have this insane urge to be with her.

What the f**k dean? What the f**k is wrong with me. Maybe I am thinking with my d**k, but Im not. I don't necessarily want to f**k her (right now at least) but I do want to protect her.

13:00pm rolls by quicker than expected and it's time to pick up Margaux from the restaurant. This time I am totally going in the Jeep, I can't bear another walk, those two miles kicked my ass. If I am not on the field playing and keeping myself distracted the distance feels unbearably long.

"Who is this girl you're hanging out with D?" My best friend and best wide receiver Declan asks.

"She's a girl from drama class."

"You tapping that ass?" He says with a fat ass grin in his face.

"f**k off Declan!" I shout jokingly as I drive off.

I walk into the restaurant seeing Margaux wiping down the tables. The restaurant is almost empty besides for the old lady sitting in the corner reading the paper.

She looks so f*****g good bending over. The skirt almost reveals her ass but I can only see her tanned, defined legs. She has the most curvy hips, perfectly shaped, her hips are wide and held up by the tiniest waist. I am pretty sure I can wrap both my hands around her waist and there would still be room. I can imagine digging my thumbs into her hips as she is on top of me, riding me, as I push my d**k deeper into her.

My day dreaming gets interrupted when she turns around, "No need for a shofar today thanks."

"I was actually just here for coffee." She visibly gets shy when I say it, as if she almost feels bad for speaking to a customer in such a rude manner.

"Oh sorry. I thought you were going to force me to drive with you again."

"Force you? No baby, you want to! But I could always drive with you." I joke.

"Are you going to sit on my handle bars?"

"Duh! Where else would I be?"

She chuckles as she clears the table.

"So you're not offering me a ride?" She says in a teasing manner.

Margaux is teasing me? Ah how the tables turn!

"Well I'm definitely not here for the coffee, your coffee sucks." I say with a grin plastered across my face.