My Obsession

My Obsession

By:  Jane Dee  Ongoing
Language: English
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Noah Stark was the very bane of my existence. The first time I locked eyes with him my heart fluttered, but in that very second he ruined the hero complex I had of him. My stupid body didn’t get the memo and stress been obsessed with him since. I thought I would be rid of him in university, but here we are. Caroline Lockwood. The star of every single dream I’ve had since freshman year of high school. She tried to ruin everything for me. College is where I’ll get my revenge. But she avoids me like the plague, usually what I want I get. But care? I’ll bring her to her knees. Pierce her heart, and make her fall in love with me. Make her bleed. For me. All for me. Just to leave her in my dust, broken, like me.

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10 Chapters
Chapter One
*Caroline*Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.The guy is an attention seeking know it all who soaks up attention from fans like it’s his due in life for being “hot and talented.” Despite his demanding reputation and propensity for being the most arrogant a-hole ever to strut Our University’s picturesque campus, everyone wants a piece of him: coaches, scouts, and pretty little campus fangirls with pouty lips and perfect top knots.All right, fine...I’ll grudgingly admit that Noah is, decent looking. I suppose. I mean if you’re into guys who resemble Greek gods with abs of steel and chiseled pecs, then sure, one could consider him attractive.Am I guilty of having a tiny, practically non-existent crush on him that started after I mov
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Chapter Two
*Caroline* While blotting my dress with napkins that Jess pushed into my hands, I take in our group and see Connor Dimpleshitz, Margo’s man. He’s chatting with some of his nerd friends, and I say that because out of the four guys, three wear identical Regional Chess Champions shirts. Digging up resolve, I flash a big pretend smile. Fresh guys—I can get behind that. They check me out with a bit of fascinated wariness, and I almost claw and purr at them, but my heart isn’t invested. Pre Noah Stark Caroline would have. She was outgoing and always ready to party, but she hasn’t reared up yet. She might have teased them for their matching shirts or enjoyed a long conversation about the intellectual benefits of chess on the brain. She might have hooked up with one of them if they agreed to her rules: no kissing on the lips and no sleeping over. The truth is, sex for me is a carefully thought-out plan with the right guy selected. The moment I arrived at Ohio state I set those guidelines in
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Chapter Three
*Caroline*Tonight he’s wearing a National Championship long-sleeved navy shirt that clings to his biceps. I think about the skin under that shirt, those granite-hard abs he works so hard on. The posters plastered around campus showcase every inch of him.My eyes move down, taking in the dark jeans encasing long muscular legs.Oh, just stop already!F’ing hot.F’ing asshole.My libido frosts over when I see who’s with him.On either side are two gorgeous girls with varied shades of blonde hair. They’re everything I’m not: tall, skinny, beautiful. My throat tightens at the perfection of them, and for a second I want to run out of here, but I hold steady. I’ve had three months to prepare, and I’m tough. I CAN DO THIS.Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head.Applause breaks out inside the bar. Noah lifts a hand and mimics a Miss America wave, his full, carnal lips tugging up in a slow smile that grows, becoming broader and wider. Dude could be a fucking t
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Chapter Four
*Noah* Walking into Cadillac’s like the conquering hero Julius Caesar after he defeated the Gauls, or maybe a gladiator entering the Colosseum after a victorious showing in the games.Did gladiators go out for a beer after the games? No doubt they did. They probably had hot girls with them too.Applause breaks out and I flash a big smile, taking in the adulation. The cheers of congratulations continue as we make our way around the room, and a warm feeling grows in my chest. Attention from fans, a football in my hands—it’s all I’ve ever needed.I started playing rec league when I was twelve—late for the superstar I am—because my aunt and uncle needed a babysitter for me and the field was just down the road from our house. Convenient for them to get me out of their hair, and a good way for me to channel my restless energy.“Noah! Great game!” shouts a guy I remember from class last semester.I wave.“Dude, this place is packed,” Dillon says. He’s got that glazed-over, I’m-going-to-part
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Chapter Five
*Noah* At the table, Dillon is recounting to everyone the only big play he was part of during the game where we ran a fake kick in the first quarter and he threw me a touchdown pass. “…and then out of nowhere Noah rises up and catches the ball with one hand. He cradled it like a little baby and landed on his back. I thought my pass was intercepted for sure, but he bailed me out!” He raises his glass. “To Noah! A Buckeyes legend!”Yeah, right—but what’s next? A tingle of dread goes down my spine. If the NFL doesn’t work, I’ll probably just end up selling cars like I do in the summer to earn extra money.“Lighten up, man!” Dillon says as he claps me on the back. “Lose that frown and let’s celebrate.”Right, right.“Maybe he just knows deep down that he didn’t have anything to do with our big win,” adds Archer with his Cajun drawl. “Defense won that game. Then you pretty boys get all the glory. Please.”I swivel my head and take him in. Tall and lean with a sleeve of tattoos up his arm
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Chapter Six
*Caroline* “Wake up and get me a cigarette, bitch,” cries Vampire Bill, the African grey parrot that’s in his cage on my nightstand. I ease up and glare at him from my bed. Ryker stayed over with Penelope, my roomie and best friend, last night, so I pulled the parrot from her room into mine. Nothing kills the lovey-dovey mood like a parrot telling them to “Get your bony ass down the road and get a job.” He was rescued by Penelope from a bunch of cigarette-smoking, belligerent, low-class morons. Our neighbors from across the street, they left him on the side of the road on their move-out day, and Penelope ran out to save him. She says he’s hers, and I guess he is, but I like to think of us as co-parents. When I stretch and reach out to pet him, he fluffs his feathers and rubs the back of my hand with his head. I study his misshapen right wing, the one that keeps him from flying, and hand him a cracker from the box on the table. Regardless of the things he says, he’s an affectionat
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Chapter Seven
*Caroline* “Need some help?”I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center.My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of the hot summer night and slow kisses—kisses we never had…well, except for that one time.I ignore him and try to grab the book.“You’re too short. Let me,” Noah says, this time closer, his voice soft, almost placating.I suck in a breath. The artist side of me was always drawn to the colors I saw when he spoke, shades of gold and gray, one side of him sunny and easy, the other part wrapped in fog and smoke.I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sw
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Chapter eight
*Noah* It’s past five on a Friday, and I’m leaving the gym when my phone rings. Aunt Lorraine. I grapple with my bag to hit the answer button before it goes to voice mail. I called last night but she didn’t pick up. Uncle Jack never does, so I didn’t even try him. “Hey, Aunt Lorraine, what’s up? Guess you saw I called?” “Yeah. How are things going?” Her voice is distracted, and I hear the girls in the background. I picture them in their house with the huge cotton field behind it. Over fifty years old, it’s a ranch-style brick her parents left her along with a small farm. She lost them at nineteen, married Jack at twenty, and started having babies at twenty-one. Then I came along. “About this dinner thing…” Her voice trails off as one of the girls starts whining, and I can tell by the rustling that she’s covering the phone and telling someone to be quiet—Suzie, the youngest, I bet. Last time I was there was Christmas Day, and she’d grown nearly a foot
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Chapter Nine
*Caroline* On Sunday, I’m ready to eat my arm off by the time I pull into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. It’s the night before classes start back and I’m stocking up. After grabbing several packs of SlimFast, I find myself standing in front of the pasta aisle, salivating over an image of Ma’s ravioli in my head. Who am I kidding? Dear Diet, you’re boring and tasteless. Instead of losing weight, I’m going to look into those stretching machines and see if I can just get taller. Feeling frustrated, I zoom past several aisles, aimlessly grabbing salad mix, low-carb chips, and diet soda. I pass by the cupcakes in the bakery, and my mouth waters at the smell of sweet sugar. I shove on past, muttering under my breath. I glance down at my shirt, which reads I Just Finished My First Marathon (Just Kidding—I’m On My Third Cupcake), then roll my eyes. Not today, Satan. Not today. Head to the alcohol! That will help. Do they make low-calorie wi
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Chapter Ten
*Caroline*First day of class, I arrive at Dr. Cartwright’s lecture hall early to get the best seat, which is center and front.I’m working on setting up my workspace when I hear loud laughter from outside. The doors burst open, and in walk Dillon and Noah, two peacocks entering a new courtyard. You can almost hear “We Are The Champions” blaring in the background as their theme music. Puffed up and preening, they walk down the center stairs of the lecture hall toward the front row. Everyone in the room goes silent, and I gape as some of the students sitting around me on the front row get up to make room for them.Fuck that shit. I’m not moving.I’ve been in classes with football guys, and they always do this. They should just walk up and piss on the chalkboard to mark their territory already.Noah walks forward, getting perilously close to where I am, and looks for a seat.“Hey, Noah. You can sit her
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