Chapter 2

Brandon

I can't believe I'm putting bedsheets over my couch for Emilie Olsson. She is the biggest loser this town has ever seen. She was bullied in middle school and made fun of in high school...now she is a freshman in college, and nothing much has changed. 

Why? Because the little freak won't speak. I don't understand why. Emilie isn't mute, yet she never defends herself when the girls trip her in the campus corridors. It's fucked up. 

Small footsteps approach me, and I turn around to see Emilie standing behind me with her red hair cocooned in the towel she arrived with while the new one is wrapped around her body. She is so small - probably only 5'0 - that the fabric eats her alive. 

Does she suffer from dwarfism, too? Or maybe it just feels that way since I'm huge. I'm 6'6—the perfect height for an offensive lineman. And yes, I play football even though my family hates it. 

"This is where you will sleep," I gesture at the couch, and since I'm sizzling hot and Emilie isn't wearing something, I grab the hems of my white t-shirt and pull it off. "Wear this."

Instead of just taking the t-shirt from my outstretched hand, her eyes trail over my muscular torso like I knew they would. The weirdo came here because of her crush on me, so I'm not exactly surprised that she is eating me with her eyes. 

I narrow my eyes. "You gonna stare all day or take the damn t-shirt?"

She jumps a mile. "S-sorry!"

I sigh heavily. "Just take the damn t-shirt already..."

"Th-thank you..." She mumbles as she takes the t-shirt while shaking like an aspen leaf. 

"Don't mention it..."

I look away so she can change into the t-shirt. Her body doesn't do much for me, but I'm not a total ape who will stare at a girl when she is in her most vulnerable state. 

"Are you sure I can take the couch?"

"Huh?" I turn around. "Why the fuck would I set it up for you if I were going to change my mind?!"

She holds up her hands in surrender. "I-I was just making sure!"

When I don't respond, she hesitantly walks forward. She is wearing my t-shirt now, which looks more like a dress on her tiny body. Jesus. How has this girl survived this far? The wind could blow her away, and wait, why is she acting so afraid of me? Isn't she in love with me? Strange that she keeps glancing up at me as if I might suddenly attack her. 

"It's very nice of you to do this for me..."

My lips twitch. Emelie keeps repeating herself, and it's very annoying. Yet I somehow manage to stay quiet as she approaches the couch. Soon, the little thing is lying underneath the fluffy blanket, and I think I'm done, but then I hear her chattering her teeth. For fuck's sake, she is still freezing! How is that even possible?!

"You can't be serious..." I mutter to myself before grabbing the blanket and pulling it away. Emelie looks up at me with wide, frightened eyes like a deer caught in headlights.  

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?!" I bark back. "Move further in so there is space for me!"

Emelie looks at me like I'm this tiger ready to set my claws in her. She gulps, but does what I asked. Good girl. 

I slide in beside her and throw the blanket over us. We are skin-to-skin...or we would be if Emelie weren't glued to the backrest. It confuses me. Shouldn't she be all over me right now? I'm sharing the same couch with her, willing to warm up her delicate body, and she is acting as if I'm this deadly disease. 

It throws me off. 

Any other girl at campus would kill to share a bed with me - I'm rich and attractive - but Emelie is terrified of me. Why? I'm obviously here to prevent her from freezing, not hurt her!

"You're so weird..." I mutter to myself before forcefully pulling Emelie against me. Her head lands between my bicep and my chest, with her nose hovering right over my nipple. "Better?"

"I...uhh..."

Her heart rate is through the roof, so I roll my eyes and say, "Just because I'm doing this for you doesn't mean we are friends or chill...I'm just saving you from the cold, okay?"

Emelie doesn't respond but lifts her head to meet my eyes. Hers are a dark brown, and when her lips curl into a shy smile, my cock twitches inside of my boxers—what the actual fuck? 

Did that really just happen? I'm convinced I imagined it because why would my body betray me like that? This is Emelie Olsson—the short little loser on campus. Sporting an erection for her is weird, but when she curls up against me like a kitten seeking heat, my problem grows worse. My cock is straining against my boxers, begging to be let out, and I bite back a groan when Emelie sighs in contentment. 

"Y-you're not as bad as I thought," it sounds cheesy to say this, but her voice is barely above a whisper. And somehow, my cock decides it's the most alluring sound ever. 

I swallow back another frustrated groan. "Like I said, this doesn't make us friends."

"I...I know," she sounds sad now. "No one wants to be my friend."

I stay silent, praying she won't give me her full sob story, but I'm not that lucky. Emelie continues talking. 

"Jenna Hawkins used to be my friend. She is the one who invited me to the pool party and I...I was dumb enough to think Jenna wanted to apologize for the past," Emelie sucks in a deep breath. 

Fuck-fuck-fuck! This is so messed up. Emelie is close to tears now. I can hear her voice's sadness, and I hate it. Not because I care about her, but come on, who likes spooning with a crying girl?!

"Then she stole my clothes...filmed me crying and...I ran out on the street," she is definitely crying now. "I...I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't opened your door."

Wait...so she isn't even in love with me? She knocked on my door because she was tricked by the popular girls on campus? No, I refuse to believe that! I can't be having an erection for a girl that isn't even interested in me. That's impossible! I never develop an interest in a girl first. But holy shit, my problem won't go away. I need medical help! Or maybe...maybe she still likes me? There is a chance!

My eyes drift downwards to survey the situation, but I'm caught off guard as Emelie's head lifts from my chest, and our lips gently touch. And I must be fucked up in the head because it's not even a kiss, yet excitement blooms, and I cum in my own fucking boxers!

I don't know what to believe. Premature ejaculation has never been a problem for me—I'm not even interested in any of the girls on campus. I've turned them all down, even the most pretty ones! But here I am, sticky with cum from having Emelie's lips brush against mine!

OH MY GOD!!!

I'm beyond shocked when Emelie leans back. She doesn't seem to have noticed my messy situation, and THANK GOD FOR THAT, but a quick-spreading blush rapidly covers her face. 

"S-sorry..." She whispers, and I must be out of my mind because it's the most adorable sound I've heard all day. Fuck me. I'm definitely coming down with something!

I avert my eyes. "Just sleep..."

"I...I will try," she whispers before sort of burying her cheek into my chest. It's like she is fluffing up a pillow or something. "You're really warm," she whispers. "Thank you."

My heart swells, but since I refuse to believe I'm attracted to this girl, I grunt and look away. This is going to be a long night...