Info For Tickets

CHAPTER 10

Info For Tickets

•••SKYLAR•••

Matt, the birthday boy, had been tempted to drop out as a freshman after becoming a multi millionaire selling his start up company, but he stayed to keep his promise to his grandma to be the first person in their family to graduate from college.

He threw lavish parties like this one, that would make the Kardashians very jealous.

"West is comiiing," April said nudging me.

Following her line of sight, I saw him, and I could have sworn I had seen this scene in movies before, because everything froze, as he strutted over to us in a white button down shirt, his delicious tattoos fading into rolled up sleeves.

"Hey, princess," he teased with his heartbreaker, but you will love every moment of it smile. Flirty eyes that a woman, man, or even a squirrel can't avoid getting lost in.

Fuck, he was a sexy piece of meat. The trail of giggling wannabe wags behind him totally agreed with my thought.

I hated times like this. While my brain was roaring, "Flee, he's trouble, the merciless ruin you and leave asshole," my traitorous pussy was quivering, "Boy, come wreck me."

I must be ovulating. Yes, that was the only plausible reason for this madness. I took a much needed breather to prevent my name from being written on his disturbingly long list of dipped pussies.

"Don't call me that sexist crap," I tried to sass back. "Save it for your future, Mrs. Westbrook." I felt April's elbow hit me in the ribs.

"Ow!" I yelped, glaring at her as I rubbed my sides. "Seriously, that hurts. What the hell was that for?"

"Be nice!" she whispered to me. Turning to him, she put on a sugary smile. "Hi, West. Awesome game last weekend. Thanks for the tickets. You were pretty amazing out there. That third touchdown sent those punks bleeding back home."

"Nah, it's cool, April," he grinned at her. "Yeah, I was on fire. Sometimes you gotta remind losers who the true king is. Silenced those ugly ass suckers for good."

I rolled my eyes. Seeing a drop of humility in this man's blood would be a miracle.

"Hey, I got two tickets for our next game against the Fighting Tigers." He pulled out tickets with each team's mascot printed on them from his pocket.

"Here, you can bring Chris or a friend," he said, handing them to her. "They are those cool front row seats where you will see me up close in action as I cook some magic."

"Sweet! Thanks," she beamed. "Chris is busy with a lot of stuff, so I'm definitely tagging along with a friend," she said, side eyeing me.

"Doesn't matter. She believes she's too posh for football, because in her words, 'It's a dumb sport.'"

"Real subtle, people. I'm still standing right here. Hang on, how do you two know each other?" I asked, looking at them suspiciously.

"Please don't tell me he is bribing you with free tickets to serve me up on a silver platter." April glanced at her phone, pretending to chat with someone.

"April, spill it," I pressed.

"We have a few classes together," West answered, the words flying out of his lips.

"You're a major in sports nutrition."

"Looked up my major, and I'm the stalker?"

"You wish. I know more about you in this Westbrook obsessed school than my asshole ex. Every fucking day it's football. Like nobody's heard of water polo or soccer?" He snickered.

"Again, how did you guys become besties, Westbrook?" I added.

"Okay, she approached me at lunch with the team at 3T Café. She said she needed my help for a research project. I would be her test dummy, and she would assist me in making better field decisions," he responded.

"I figured, what the hell. She would get to crunch data from our previous games for her paper, and I would make more accurate predictions during games. It's a win-win for everyone."

"Whoa, I have to hand it to you, Westbrook. You're such an impressive liar. This proves why girls fall for your bullshit."

"I disagree with that. Those groupies," he nodded to a corner near the bar where a clique of Kappa Xeta sorority sisters were drooling at him while sipping their drinks.

"Will say it's the rock hard abs and Greek god face."

"Get over yourself. You're not that hot."