Daddies Brat

Riley

I didn’t believe in love at first sight. That was a bullshit concept, right? Love was something that took time to grow, even under the best of conditions. It was a strong oak tree that didn’t mature for years, not a weed that sprouted up overnight.

But I did believe in lust at first sight. And oh man, was I feeling lustful when I saw this girl.

We were in line to get into the party, and she was a few people in front of us. Blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, more casual than most of the girls partying on fraternity row tonight. A pink blouse that showed a classy amount of cleavage, and a baby blue skirt that hugged her curvy hips in a way that made my cock stand up and immediately pay attention.

“Lauren Bloomfeld?” the bouncer asked while looking at her ID.

“In the flesh,” she replied in a melodious tone.

I’d like to sink my teeth into that flesh, the thought drifted across my brain. I gave myself a little shake. I had pre-gamed back at my place, but I wasn’t even tipsy yet. Definitely not drunk enough to be having thoughts like that.

And yet…

When it was our turn, we showed our IDs to the bouncer and went into the party. Avery, my buddy, grabbed a pair of beers from the fridge in the garage and then joined me in the living room, where the music was playing.

“Looking for that girl?” he asked.

I accepted my beer and frowned. “Who?”

He gave me a skeptical look. “Bro. Come on. The blonde smokeshow ahead of us in line. You looked like a cartoon character eying a giant steak.” “It’s possible I noticed her.”

Avery rolled his eyes. “Are you honestly going to stand there, in front of fifty Triple-C students and God himself, and claim that you aren’t thinking about that blonde we saw?”

“I didn’t think you were religious.”

“I’m not. But it’s useful for my argument right now.”

“Why are you so focused on who I possibly checked out for a few seconds in line?” I asked.

“Because,” he replied, “if you don’t go hit on her, I will.”

I gave a start. “So soon after your breakup?”

“We may have broken up a week ago,” he admitted, “but we were on the ropes all summer. We knew it was doomed when classes started up again. Besides, even if we weren’t, I would make an exception for that blonde.

She’s a California nine, which is the equivalent of a Montana thirteen.”

“I’m from Wyoming.”

“Fine, a Wyoming thirteen. Point is, that girl is a bombshell. I could’ve gotten dumped today and I would still shoot my shot with her. If the Yankees call you up to the majors, you don’t turn them down because you already worked out that morning. You make sure you’ve got protection, suit up, and take the mound.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t wear a cup.”

“Not the kind of protection I was referring to.” Avery winked and nudged me in the ribs. “Now, where is this mystery blonde?”

“Her name’s Lauren.”

He rounded on me with a victorious expression on his face. “Ah hah!”

“Okay,” I admitted. “I may have been looking for her.”

“Look no further.” Avery grabbed my arm and twisted me around. “Target acquired.”

There she was, a blonde angel nervously standing on the other end of the room. Her friend said something to her, and her ponytail swayed back and forth.

She suddenly turned her head, locking eyes with me from across the room. A tingle went up my spine, but I quickly turned away.

“Bro,” Avery said. “You’re blushing right now.”

“Shut up.”

“Like, that’s not a metaphor. Your cheeks are literally red.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe I do want to talk to her.” I took another long pull from my beer. “Once I’ve got some liquid courage.”

Avery rolled his eyes. “You’re wasting time, bro. If you don’t talk to her right now, I will.”

“You would do that to me?” I teased.

“Yes, I would,” he replied. “Because if I don’t, some other random douchecadet at this party will.”

I glanced in Lauren’s direction. She was still chatting with her friend, and giggling about something.

Avery made a buzzer sound. “Ehhh. Your time is up. Avery Mason is now on the clock.”

“Wait!” I said. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“You’re on.”

We pumped our fists three times, then threw down our selections. I chose scissors. Avery chose paper.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

I patted him on the arm. “You can be the best man at our wedding.”

“Like, the kind of best man who gets to bang the bride?”

Laughing, I said, “Life isn’t as exciting as a porno, pal.”

“Not with that attitude,” he replied. “Now get over there and…”

He trailed off as Lauren’s brunette friend came sauntering over to us. Her shirt was pulled down a bit, revealing what could only be described as a fuckload of cleavage.

“When are you going to buy me a drink?” she asked me.

Confused, I replied, “Drinks are free at this party.”

“I meant at breakfast. Tomorrow morning.” She gazed up at me challengingly.

Let me be very clear: this girl was pretty hot. Tits out, holes in her jeans that strategically revealed parts of her lacy underwear, and a fuck me gaze that could strip the paint off a Honda Civic from fifty feet away. Not to mention an assertive attitude that was sexy-and rare-in women. Any other night, it would be tough to say no to that kind of proposition.

But Lauren had burrowed herself deep into my brain. I could see her over this girl’s shoulder, watching us from across the room. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my head tonight-even if I went home with this girl instead.

“I’m flattered,” I said, searching for an excuse, “but… you’re not my type.”

Women didn’t get rejected very often. Especially women who were assertive. Because of that, they took it poorly when they did strike out.

This girl raised an eyebrow at me, then glanced at Avery. Finally, she smiled soothingly. “Oh, I get it. Don’t worry-I’m an ally. You two are really cute together.”

She walked away, swaying her hips in a way that made me wonder if I would regret my decision. But as soon as I saw Lauren’s face again, giving me a curious smile from the other end of the room, I knew I had made the right call.

Avery let out a long laugh. “You hear that, bro? We make a good couple. First time I’ve heard that.” He clapped me on my shoulder. “Although you’re definitely my bitch.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You think you would be the top in this relationship?”

“Um, duh. I’m definitely the top.”

“Come on, buddy. I’m literally a pitcher.” I rolled my arm in the shoulder socket.

“Are you?” he asked, suddenly serious. “Harper said you dropped out of your summer league. And you haven’t committed to playing for the school this year.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“If this is about what happened in that spring playoff game…” “I said I don’t want to talk about it,” I reiterated more firmly.

Avery held out a palm. “Fine, fine. Didn’t realize it was a sore subject.” He nodded across the room. “Speaking of baseball, hurry up and strike out so I can step up to the plate.”

I swallowed the rest of my beer and handed him my empty cup. Guys usually got rejected. Even attractive guys, a class I had been told I was a part of. We were used to it.

But I felt strangely determined tonight. Being back at school, and seeing this girl in particular, had lit a fire deep inside me.

I’m not going to strike out.