Chapter 2

TATE

That's right.

The name's Tate. Tate fucking Parker. The one and only. Like no other. I'm legendary. You could say that I'm the alpha of this whole freaking campus. I mean, sure, there are competitors, but I thrive on crushing them.

I'm the guy everyone wants a taste of. I have the whole damn place eating out of the palm of my hand; girls trailing behind me between classes like lost puppies, guys trying to copy my walk, my style, my vibe. Haha.

Professors pretend they hate me, but even they know better than to fail the legendary Tate Parker.

I got good genes. My face? Chiseled like it was custom-ordered from the gods. My hair? Brown, thick, lustrous and silky. My jaw? As sharp as a dagger blade. My green eyes? killer! They make panties drop faster than you can say “please.”

And my body? Hehe. Sculpted from years of sports, weights, and pure dominance. And to wrap it up, I'm a six-foot-three of pure, unfiltered perfection, baby!

You want me now, too, don't you? Haha, don't be embarrassed. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I'm the legendary Tate fucking Parker!

Whenever I walk through the quad, heads turn. Phones come out. Whispers start. “That's him.” “Fuck, he's even hotter up close.” Yeah, I hear it all. And I love it all.

By day, I'm acing my business classes without even breaking a sweat. And by night? I'm the king of every party worth showing up to. The one who picks which girl goes home with me, and trust me, they all fight for the spot.

Blonde, brunette, redhead... doesn't matter, as long as they got a nice, pink, sweet pussy. They all end up moaning my name like it's a prayer.

This campus doesn't run without me. It revolves around me.

So yeah... welcome to my world.

And try to keep up… if you can.

Virtually every eye from every corner was on me as I strode down the campus cafeteria to the table my friends were gathered at, with the usual, perfect, smooth confidence and charismatic only the legendary Tate Parker could pull off.

I could hear their low whispers.

I reveled in it, feeling on top of the world.

Braden saw me first. A hesitant smile spread on his lips. “That's the man!”

The two others, Tom and Bradley, snapped their heads to me, grinning widely.

“The King of this fucking campus!”

“It's Tate fucking Parker, baby!”

I couldn't help but laugh as they hyped me up. I dabbed them up and slid onto the empty chair.

“So, what's cooking, guys?” I asked with a wide grin.

They all leaned forward in interest, an expectant countenance plastered across their features.

“Braden told us about you and Sadie.” Bradley said, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

I made a confused face. “Sadie? Who the hell's Sadie?”

“Oh, come on now, don't play coy with us, Tate.” Tom grumbled, frowning.

“Sadie’s the president of the sorority, Valora Sisters, the one I let you take upstairs during last night's party.” Braden explained.

“Oh!” I blurted in realization. “Oh

So, Sadie's her name. Man, I thought her name was Sonia or something.”

“You little fucker!” Bradley cursed at me, playfully, “You fucked a girl that hot and still didn't know her name?”

“Dude, everyone knows who Sadie is.” Tom threw in, “She has like hundreds of guys chasing after her, asking for just a moment of her time, and you got her to agree to let you crack, in like… what, after five minutes of speaking with her?”

I grinned widely, “Correction; she didn't ’agree’ to let me fuck her. She walked up to me during last night's party and asked me to fuck her. So, I did.”

The admiration with a mixture of subtle jealousy in their eyes made me feel even more on top of the world.

Bradley whistled, shaking his head. “Damn, bro, you're one lucky bastard. At least, leave some girls for the rest of us, man.”

Tom leaned forward. “How do you do it, man? You don't even have to try. They come for you. So, how do we get girls the way you do?”

I leaned back in my seat, crossed my arms behind my head and smirked. “Would you guys like to know?”

They all nodded in earnest and desperation. I have to admit, it felt kind of pathetic seeing them this way. But it made me feel like a god they look up to.

“The only way to get girls as much as I do is...” I trailed off, leaving them with bated breath, letting the silence stretch.

“Uh huh, is what?”

I flicked my gaze all around. “Would you guys really want to know?”

“Oh, come on, Tate, stop playing with us.”

“Just fucking tell us already.”

I chuckled. “Alright, alright. The only way to get girls as much as I do is... to be Tate fucking Parker.”

Braden hissed and smacked me on the head, making me burst into laughter.

“You cocky bastard.” Bradley grumbled.

Tom sighed and shook his head. “I blame myself for thinking you were actually serious for once.”

“Oh, come on, guys. That's the only way.” I said amidst titters, “For real, it's the only way. There's legitimately no other way.”

“Sometimes, I wonder why I take you seriously.”

“Oh, shoot!” Bradley blurted out suddenly, then sprang to his feet, “I have biology in five minutes. See you later, guys.”

“Later.” We replied in unison.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and left.

Tom stood up too. “I have to get going, too. Later.”

“Later.”

When Tom left, Braden leaned back in his seat, crossed his arms across his chest and regarded with hard eyes void of anything warm.

I blinked. “What?”

“You broke your promise, Tate… again.” He said in an annoyed tone.

“What did I do?” I asked innocently.

“You promised me that you would make the bed after you were done with Sadie.” He grumbled.

“Sorry, I forgot…”

“But you didn't.” He cut me off. “But that's not all, you also wiped your cum with Marcus's bath towel.“

Shit.

“Imagine how extremely furious he was at me for letting you come up here.” He complained. “I'm sure they would have thrown me out of the frat if I weren't the vice president.”

I smiled, dragged my chair closer to him and threw a hand around his neck. “I've probably said it before, but I'm saying it again. You're the best bro ever. Like... ever! I'm so sorry, next time, I'll remember to make the bed and not use your boss's towel to wipe my cum.”

“Marcus is not my boss.” He mumbled, “He's just the president of our fraternity.”

“Same difference.” I said, “You all take orders from him… kind of.”

Braden’s face was a perfect mask of annoyance. “Really? I'm mad at you, and you're even making me madder. Really? I'll never forget the level of embarrassment I felt in front of the freshmen as Marcus and the other guys chewed me out. I didn't want Tom and Bradley to know, that's why I played it cool earlier when they were here.”

“Alright, alright,” I leaned back just enough to stare at his face twisted with annoyance. “How about I take you out for a very nice meal tonight at an expensive restaurant as a form of apology? Just the two of us. Tom and Bradley won't be there, of course. What do you say?”

He didn't hesitate. “You'll be the one paying.”

I let out a soft chuckle. “Of course I'll be paying, you idiot. I'm the one who invited you.”

“Alright, then.” He said smoothly, “An expensive dinner tonight might make me forget what I was even mad about.”

I laughed.

Classic Braden.