Varsity Bad Boy Series

Book One Varsity Bad Boy: Chapter 4

Olivia

The nerve of that jackass! They might call him The Badass, but he’s really The Jackass!

The front door opens again, and this time it’s Anthony. Thank God it isn’t Liam again.

“Well, darling, you have the football boys' attention. They were all wondering who the sexy lady in red was,” he says.

“Well then, our party crashing worked, I guess,” I reply.

“Yep, they were talking about last week’s football game and Liam’s touchdown passes to the girl in red. I saw you leave and came back over here, then I passed The Badass, Liam, leaving. Did the poor sap actually follow you?” Anthony asks.

“He did. You could say he has no idea who I am; all he sees is t**s and ass,” I tell Anthony.

“What did you do? The look on his face when I passed him was pure anger. Girlfriend, will you dish it out?” he says with a smile.

“Let’s just say I gave him a kiss, then told him no to sharing a bed with him,” I respond.

“Hot damn! You told him no? No girl has ever told him that. No wonder he looked pissed; you just ruined his reputation with women!” Anthony laughs.

“Well, I also told him that since he didn’t even know my name, until he knows me—like really knows who I am—I would never share his bed,” I say.

“s**t, girl! You just killed that boy! He’s probably marching back to his room to begin his funeral!” Anthony laughs again.

“Well, he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Sure, he’s great on the football field, but when it comes to women, maybe he needs to hear some hard truths,” I tell Anthony.

“Amen, girl, amen,” he replies.

I go back up to my room and take one last look at myself before I remove all this makeup and dress. I did look good, but this really isn’t me.

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Liam

I’m pissed at first that the bookworm rejects me. Now she challenges me to get to know her if I want her in my bed? I never back down from a challenge, so I’m going to take on this ridiculous dare. And when I win, maybe I’ll turn her down, just so she knows how it feels to get rejected.

I make it back to the house and head straight for the keg and drink area to grab a fresh beer. There are a few guys chatting about next week’s game.

“Dude, why do you look like someone peed in your Cheerios?” Big John asks me.

“You know that chick who lives next to us?” I ask him.

“Which side? The Deltas or that old lady’s house?” he replies.

“Old lady,” I tell him.

“Which chick? There are two over there—well, three if you count the guy,” John says.

“The one who’s constantly bitching at us—the bookworm,” I say.

“Oh, her? Yeah, I sort of know her. You have an Ethics class with her,” John informs me.

“I do? I never noticed, honestly. What’s her name?” I ask.

Big John looks at me incredulously and says, “You never noticed a girl in your class?”

“It’s a big class, and there are a lot of girls. Give me a break,” I tell him.

“Okay, I think it’s Olivia or Olive. It’s one of those,” he replies.

“How do you know she has Ethics with me?” I inquire.

“I saw her go into the class when I left you and went to my own class,” he says.

Okay, that’s a start. I need to pay attention in Ethics to see if I can figure out her name better.

“Why do you want to know?” John asks.

“Oh, I think I might be on a mission, and she will be the target,” I tell him.

“Good luck, bro. That girl is wound up tight,” he warns.

“Yeah, I know, and it’ll be a challenge, but you know me: I don’t back down from a challenge,” I say.

“Speaking of challenges, there’s Trisha. That Delta is the easiest challenge there is,” he laughs, pointing out a blonde sorority girl from next door.

It’s well known among the football team that Trisha will sleep with anyone on the team.

“Go ahead, man. Tap that. I’m good,” I tell John. He grins and moves over to Trisha. Soon, I see them leaving with his hand over her shoulder.

The next morning, my alarm goes off. I have a slight headache from drinking last night. I cut off the alcohol after four beers and drank water for the rest of the night. That’s why I only have a slight headache.

I found a cute little blonde after Big John got with Trisha. She didn’t turn me down when I invited her up to my bed, unlike some brunette bookworm from next door. Around 3 a.m., after giving her an orgasm, the blonde left.

One of my rules is that they never spend the night. I have my fun, give them an orgasm, and they leave. If a girl spends the night, they think it’s a relationship, which I will not do.

I get dressed and head out to my first class. As I’m getting into my truck, I notice the bookworm coming out of her door. She must have an early class too. Let’s see if Big John was right.

“Hey, Olive!” I yell out. Nothing—so either that’s the wrong name or she’s ignoring me. Okay, let’s try the other name Big John mentioned.

“Hey, Olivia!” I yell, and this time her head turns in my direction. Bingo! Her name is Olivia.

I run over to her, and she just sighs when she sees me.

“Olivia, I figured out your name,” I smirk.

“You also called out Olive. You found out nothing about me. Were you just going to shout out other names until you got the right one?” she retorts.

“No, the guys said your name was either Olive or Olivia, so I should get credit for seeking out your name,” I tell her.

“Finding out my name isn’t the same as getting to know who I am, Liam. Okay, here, let me show you: I know your name is Liam Andrews. You’re a senior, you’re 20 years old, you’ll be 21 in January, and you drive a blue Silverado truck. You’re a history major, and your nickname is The Badass because you do risky things on the football field. You’re cocky and have the potential to be drafted to the pros,” she says.

I’m a little shocked she knows this much about me when I honestly didn’t even know her name until about 30 seconds ago.

“Well, that’s just public knowledge,” I reply.

“Yeah, everyone has public knowledge. So how about this: you need to stay in the pocket or you’ll get sacked,” she counters.

“You know football?” I ask her.

“Liam, I need to go to class. Like I said last night, you know nothing about me. I’m not going to share a bed with you. Just finding out my name is good, but it doesn’t mean you’re getting to know who I am,” Olivia says.

“Well, how about I give you a ride to your first class, and we can get to know your public knowledge?” I suggest with a smile.

“Goodbye, Liam,” she says as she starts walking away.

Damn, not many people can get one over on me, but this chick, Olivia, just did. This is going to be fun trying to break her down.