Chapter 15: Spirit - Monet

I have successfully stayed away from Cole in person. He's also ridiculously busy with the season almost starting. I've seen him all over social media, he's been doing press too. He's literally become the face of the football team, and I never realised how big of a deal this is.

"What are you even wearing?" Amy side eyes me when I meet her in front of the Physics building before our first class of the day.

I look down at my white tank top and denim skirt, thinking I look like I always do.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Look around you!" She waves her hand around. "You have got to be the blindest person I know. It's Spirit Week! We only wear red before the season starts on Saturday!"

"Oh."

"You are sending bad vibes to Cole, do you even know what it feels like to be him right now!" Amy looks like she's about to get a full-on panic attack. "And we need to get you a dress for Thursday night."

"A dress for what?" I ask, confused.

"You're my plus one to the dinner with the sponsors, this year I actually want to go." She looks me up and down critically. "You have a killer body, but my dresses won't suit you. Also, we don't want you showing off to much cleavage you know, those assholes can be really big pervs."

"I didn't even say yes." I tell her drily.

I have no desire to go to any dinners with people in suits.

"Is Cole going to be there?" I want to know, my skin once again breaking out in goosebumps by just the thought of him in a damn suit.

I know they wear suits to game day, it's a requirement, and Mom bought him a really nice one when he first came here.

Amy looks at me like I'm an alien." You should really start reading up on this university and their fixation on football. Your brother has been catapulted into stardom, he's going to be forever etched into the history of this university. Did you not get the tour at orientation?"

I don't tell her I skipped that part of the tour, because she might get a heart attack.

"I can really not afford to spend hundreds of dollars on one dress, too." I tell her instead. "And no, I'm not using Cole's credit card."

I'm going to need a job with the way I need clothes just to go to school here.

She throws her arm around my shoulders while we walk to Mathematics. "We'll figure it out, I'll see what's hiding in my mother's closet. There's a team bonfire on Wednesday night. Please get something appropriate to wear, like one of Cole's training jerseys or something. And a pair of cowboy boots. I'm coordinating our outfits for Saturday and don't worry, I have season tickets for us."

It all sounds a bit too much, but I chuckle, noticing that the halls are decked in red too, with streamers everywhere. This is a hundred times bigger than high school. Cole and Luke's team didn't even make the playoffs then, and even Mom was surprised when he got so many offers for D1 schools. We knew he was good, and there were a lot of talk that he was in the wrong high school, but Mom didn't think that it would be a good idea for him to go to another district with a better team because she wanted us all to be together.

Being here I realise that he is very, very good, another stark reminder that I shouldn't be having the lewd thoughts I've been having about him. The press would have a field day if they found out his sister has the hots for him. Which I don't, of course, it was only a lapse in judgement. A one time thing.

I try to convince myself of that. Yet the image of him rolling on the condom over his big, hard length keeps on playing on repeat in my mind.

What would I have done if he didn't look in my direction? Would I have stayed and watched while he fucked her? Did she make any sounds? I mean, she probably had to with his size. How would it feel inside me?

"Earth to Monet!" Amy waves her hand in front of my face. "Did you hear a word I said?"

"I'm sorry, I zoned out."

"No shit." Amy looks at me weirdly. "Anyway, I was saying you should just sleep over at my house on Thurdays night, maybe we can steal some liquor at the dinner."

"No more tequila."

"Please, you're such a spoilsport. I think my dad is buying all these drinks on purpose so that I can take it."

I shake my head at this girl's thinking, and I text Cole to ask him if he doesn't have a jersey I can borrow. He replies that he will drop it off at my dorm tonight after practice.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm very fucking nervous when he lets me know he's downstairs in the parking lot that night. It's the first time I'm going to see him after I played Peeping Tom at his place. He honks at me when I get downstairs, and I walk over to his truck that is actually legally parked this time.

"Hey." He says when I get into the passenger seat.

"Hi, thanks again. Amy is on my case about wearing the appropriate clothes. She's taking all of this very seriously."

"She's the coach's daughter." He shrugs, reaching into the back seat, his scent flooding my senses.

I literally have to keep my breath in, because as soon as the fresh scent hits me, like apples on a spring morning, my mouth waters and I wonder what his skin will taste like. He's always working out, will it be salty?

He's wearing a tank top, his biceps are literally there in front of me, the muscles rippling as he moves and places a bag on my lap, making me gulp.

The air suddenly feels too loaded in the inside of the truck, and I grab the handle to get the fuck out of dodge before I do something stupid like really licking him.

"There's a few in there." He frowns at me being in such a hurry.

"I have an assignment. " I lie. "Thank you for this, I'll get it back to you after the bonfire."

"Keep it." He says right before I jump from the truck and making a run for the entrance of the building.

I'm in even more trouble than I thought, because the only thing I'm thinking of when I pull three jerseys from the bag, is that I can't wait to rub my pussy wearing only that, and smear my cum all over it before I give it back.