Chapter 41: The date - Cole

I know I should let Monet go. I'm going in too deep with having her over and needing her to fall asleep. I'm going back to the codependency we used to have as kids. Or I was dependent on her. Now I need her even more, especially with reporters now wanting to know everything about my life.

If they only kept it on the surface, I wouldn't mind that. The surface is nice and clean, inspirational even. The boy adopted by his mother's best friend who became a breakout star. That's the story parents want to tell their kids at bedtime, but that's not the real one. Not everything. No, the real story is much more disturbing than the beauty of adoption and family, and when people find out who I really am, I might not even have the opportunities I have now.

So I have to protect it and my family. That means I can't go crazy the way I used to. I have to keep my inner psycho locked up in his cage, making my need for Monet even greater. She's always been my calm, and she's right to be worried about me. If she wasn't here, my behavior might have been a little different.

I need to fuck, and soon, before I do something I will really regret .

I know I should probably get a different fuck buddy than Stacey, but she's exactly what I need to keep my demons at bay. She knows how I fuck by now, so I don't need to explain anything to her about no kissing. She was getting too attached, and people were already thinking we were dating, which might not be bad in the grand scheme of things. The only problem I have with that is, is that if she thinks she's my girlfirend, she would want things that boyfriends do. Like going out on dates, and gifts and shit.

The only person I want to take out for dinner and buy things for, is Monet, because what I'm achieving here has everything to do with how she stood by me over the years. I know she's more than capable to do things on her own, but I want to give her the world, and I need to keep my dick in check or I will ruin everything.

So I do what I always do when I need to get laid.

Luke and I go over to the student center. He's been like a bear with a sore pore lately, upset that I didn't tell him to drive with me to the airport on Sunday morning. Dude needs to get laid too.

It's not even five minutes after we sit down that three girls slide into our booth at Starbucks, a spunky brunette with beautiful brown eyes smiling salaciously at me, reminding me of another brunette.

"Hi." She twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers.

Why do all of them do that? Monet never does that.

"Hi." I lean back in the booth. "I'm Cole."

She smiles so wide, I'm scared her face might break.

"I know who you are, silly. I'm Samatha."

"Samantha." I play with the name on my tongue, but it feels all wrong.

"We heard it's bye-week." One of the girls sitting next to Luke says. "Can we come?"

"Come where?" He asks with the first smile he's had all week.

I don't think they're catching his drift. Bye-week might as well be dubbed sex-week. The tales that are told from those tents are enough to make a prude cringe. I too, have indulged in bye-week last year, with a ginger senior who promised me she'd ride me until my toes curled. It was a wild time. Hence Coach's warnings about making sure girls aren't too drunk, and if they are, you help them, not take advantage of them.

Which makes me guilty.

I'm about to say something witty, but I spot Damon and two other baseball players walking up to us.

"Great game on Saturday man!" He claps my hand across the table, my companion giggling.

"Thanks man."

"And thanks for introducing me to your sister, we had a great time at the movies last week." He claps his hand on his chest like he can't believe his luck. "And she agreed to go out with me this Friday. I won't let you down, I promise."

Blood immediately whooshes to my ears, but I act nonchalantly and salute him before he walks off wth his teammates again.

A date.

Monet went on a date with him, and agreed to another one.

The same Monet who didn't mention any of that to me, not even on Sunday when we slept for like four hours and she chatted about a lot of things on the way back to her dorm. Not a single word of a date with Damon..

The jealousy threatens to burst out of me, wanting to rip my soul apart. What if she let him kiss her? What if she kisses him and he has no problem with kissing her back?

He's not a football player, maybe she thinks ot's okay to date him and would want to take things further?

"Your sister is dating Damon Jones?" Samantha's eyes widen. "What a badass!"

"Do you girls want to come to our dorms?" I change the topic swiftly, not wanting to hear his name out of anyone's name again today. "We can play video games."

"Yes!" They almost exclaim in unison, not quite believing their luck.

Luke looks a little surprised, I don't invite people we just met over. Even Stacey was subjected to numerous fucks in her sorority house before I ever allowed her into my personal space.

But if Monet os dating, and not even have the decency to tell me, I will fuck all the brunettes on this camous.