Smart girls turn me on

Raid

It is always the quiet ones. They are the craziest and the freakiest. I have seen a lot of crazy girls, I mean batshit crazy, and I avoid girls like that, but there's something about this nerd that pulls me in. She literally followed me into the bathroom. I chuckled as I thought about it.

I was already interested in the game she wanted to play the moment she approached me. Anything to get into Mason Chester's head. Mason and I have been rivals since middle school. We competed for everything despite being involved in different sports. So when Ashford pinned us against each other, we just went with it. When his ex approached me, it was easy to say yes, but I just had to mess with her. Like this morning.

I had no intention of kissing her, but I saw how Mason and his crew were embarrassing her, so I had to step in. The kiss was just an unscripted scene.

It wasn't bad though.

“Cap, you really dating the nerd?” Cass, one of our defensemen, asked as we got changed after practice. The locker room stared at me, waiting for me to answer. I smirked and closed my locker.

“Come on, Cass. Raid Bennett won't be caught dead with a nerd. This morning was a fluke,” Mathias, another teammate, said, smirking at me.

I shrugged. “Maybe smart girls turn me on now.”

The entire locker room burst into laughter.

“Yeah right,” Cass snorted, not buying the bullshit for one second.

“Careful, Cap. Next thing you know, she'll have you solving Algebra on a Friday night,” another teammate added, earning more laughter from the guys. I flipped him off.

Just then Coach Daniels came in and the laughter died down.

“Hey, Coach.”

“Boys, I know the semester just started, but no slacking, okay? We have our first game against Brockwood in a few weeks and the state championship in a few months, so I need you at your best, alright?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“And Bennett.” I turned to look at him. “Keep them grades up, okay?”

“Ouch, Coach,” I said as the boys started laughing again.

“Get your asses out of here. It's getting late,” Coach said before leaving.

“Hey Bennett, now that you have a nerd as a girlfriend, you don't have to worry about your grades anymore,” Cass said, batting his eyelashes at me. I showed him my middle finger, then took my duffel bag and helmet, leaving the locker room.

Truthfully? For the first time, I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that this was going to be fun, and I was already in too deep to back out now. Not after the kiss this morning.

Damn, the kiss.

I could feel her melt against me. Oh, and the shock on her face was priceless. The way Mason looked like he wanted to rip my head off.

God.

It was so satisfying.

I was halfway through the parking lot when I heard someone call my name. I stopped walking, then turned around to see Avery Sinclair leaning against her black SUV, arms crossed against her chest.

And she looked annoyed.

Cute.

“Hey princess.”

“Don't do that.” Her eyes narrowed instantly.

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“This.” She pointed between us. “And whatever games you are playing with Chance. It's not going to work.”

I crossed my arms, looking at her, pretending not to know what she was talking about. “You gotta be more specific, Aves. I play a lot of games.”

Her jaw tightened.

“Chance Monroe.”

I hummed in thought. “My girlfriend? What about her?”

“Oh my God, stop it, Raid. I know you are trying to piss me off.”

I stared blankly at her for a second before I burst out laughing. “You think this is about you?” I held my stomach because I was laughing so hard.

She really is delulu.

I mean yeah, we had something going on, but it wasn't all that. I only got with her because she's sexy and she's a freak in the bedroom. That's all. It wasn't love or anything. She did piss me off though, getting together with Mason, my rival.

Chance was right. Avery is going crazy because of the thing with her.

Damn.

Oh am really going to enjoy messing with her and Mason.

“It obviously is,” she said, stepping closer. “I know you, Raid. You never look at girls like her.” She stood in front of me, looking at me seductively and pushing up against me.

Something about what she said about Chance irritated me.

I moved away from her.

“You need to get over yourself,” I said, turning to walk off.

“If you weren't trying to make me jealous, why did you kiss her in front of everybody?” she yelled.

“Because pretty boy looked like he was about to cry,” I yelled back.

“You are such an asshole.”

“Yet you like me.”

I got on my bike, putting on my helmet, and started the engine.

“I hate you.”

I didn't bother replying. Instead, I sped out of the parking lot.