"Do you think Brooks will be at the party tonight? I've been dying for a repeat of what happened at that frat party last semester," my head snapped in the direction of the voice landing on a group of four girls standing a few feet away from me.

I watched as one of the girls with honey-brown skin and thick curly hair laughed. "You're shameless Remy," the girl said her eyes locked on one of her friends with shoulder-length sandy brown hair who I assume must be Remy. "But I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you, he has been MIA at parties lately."

"Plus I saw him at the county fair last week with some girl and it looked like they were on a date," one of the girls said joining the conversation.

"Yeah I saw them too and she is unbelievably stunning," the last girl chimed in receiving an eye roll from Remy.

"I'm sure it was nothing," she shrugged as a salacious smile formed on her lips "And even if he was, so what? A guy having a girlfriend has never stopped me before," she laughed, and her friends giggled oblivious of the fact that I was standing a few feet from them.

That fucking bitch!

I wasn't ignorant of the fact that Brooks had sex with a lot of girls on this campus. Hell, this wasn't the first time I heard girls talk about their sexual exploits with him and what they wanted to do with Brooks Heyward. I didn't care before but it's different now that he's my boyfriend.

"Ignore them," Eliza told me drawing my attention away from the girls. "Those are how the football groupies are and Remy is a known football groupie she fucked a lot of guys on the team.

"That's what you did? learn to ignore them?" I questioned.

"I do now," she paused a smirk tipping her lips. "When Royce and I started dating this girl cornered me at a party and proceeded to tell me how Royce fucked in a bathroom at a party one time."

"What did you do?" Mia chimed in looking at Eliza expectantly. "Because my anger issues could never."

"I punched her in the face," Eliza confessed and a shocked laugh fell from my lips I couldn't imagine Eliza punching anyone in the face.

Mia crackled. "I didn't know you had it in you, Liz," she said bumping her shoulder into Eliza's.

"I didn't know what came over me one minute I was staring at her smug face and the next thing I knew she was flat on her ass holding a hand over her eye," she met my gaze again her hand coming to rest on my shoulder squeezing lightly before she continued.

"I'm not saying you have to hit every girl that utters Brooks's name but when they come at you with some bullshit because trust me they will. These girls can be vicious. You have to put them in the place and show them you're not a pushover. Otherwise, they'll think they could walk all over you.

I get what Eliza was saying. Make no mistake I may be a little reserved but I'm no pushover.

"Look he's coming," one of the girls squeals. I looked up and saw Brooks, Royce, and Nate heading in our direction his black hair damp from the shower he must have taken while he was in the locker room.

His face lit up with a smile when his eyes landed on where I was standing.

I returned his smile as giddiness bubbled inside me. Tonight I finally came to my first football game, and I have to say I had it good time. Granted I didn't know what the hell was going on most of the time but Eliza and Mia did their best trying to explain the game to me.

What I enjoyed was seeing Brooks in his element, and I loved the energy of the crowd, how everyone chanted and roared especially when our team won the game.

I watched as Remy broke away from her friends, her hips swaying as she sashayed in Brooks's direction. But Brooks only had eyes for me, he didn't even spare her a glance as he bypassed her and beeline toward me.

I heard her friend gasp and Remy looked as if she'd been slapped.

"Well damn," Mia murmured next to me and I couldn't help the snicker that fell from my lips.

My feet moved toward Brooks closing the distance between us. When he was within reach I threw myself at him, my arms wrapping around his neck. He caught me and I laughed as hugged me tightly lifting me off the ground.

"Fuck I missed you," he murmured before he bent his head and captured my lips in a kiss. I could feel dozens of eyes on us. It's been an entire week since we last saw each other in person. We've both been busy this week but we texted every day and FaceTimed a couple of times.

Breaking the kiss he beamed down at me as he set me back on my feet. His arms still wrapped around my waist.

"I missed you too and congratulations on your win," I said smiling up at him.

"Thanks, so how did you enjoy your first football game?" he asked.

"I did, I love seeing you play even though I didn't have a clue what was going on most of the time."

He laughed his icy blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'll have to teach you about football, so you wouldn't be lost next time."

"I think that'll be a good idea," I agreed.

"Aww the both of you are so cute," I heard Eliza say behind us. Chuckling I disentangle my arms from around Brooks's neck and turned to face our friends who were staring at us with wide smiles on their faces. Even Royce who usually reserved his smiles for Eliza.

I could feel eyes boring a hole into the side of my face. My gaze shifted to the group of girls who were talking about Brooks earlier.

Practically Remy who was staring daggers at me. She was looking at me as if I stole something from her and I guess in a way I did only he was never hers. I stared back at her and lifted challenging a brow.

"The guys are throwing a party at the house to celebrate our win. You wanna go?" Brooks asked drawing my attention as he laced his fingers with mine.

Usually, parties aren't my thing but I want to go tonight so every girl at the party that Brooks was in fact taken.

I know I sound possessive as fuck but so what I'm going to roll with it.

I smiled brightly at Brooks. "Sure, let's go."

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We all stopped for burgers at the diner before we drove to the guys' house. The place was already packed by the time arrived.

With our hands linked together, Brooks and I weaved our way through the crowd stopping every second as everyone greeted Brooks and the guys congratulating them on their win.

We received various reactions when Brooks introduced me as his girlfriend to everyone who came up to us. Some people were nice but stared at me curiously, while some girls stared at me with open hostility, and some guys with interest in their eyes.

Eventually, we wandered into the den where most of Brooks's friends and teammates were congregated. Some were caught up in a heated game of beer pong table while others were sitting on the couches drinking and passing around a joint. Brooks introduced me to his teammates some I'd already met before and others I was meeting for the first time.

I have to admit I love hearing him call me his girlfriend.

"Do you want me to get you something to drink?" Brooks asked after he was done making introductions.

"Sure, but can I drop my jacket and bag off in your room first?" With all these people around I was feeling heated under my jacket.

"Yeah, you want me to come with you?"

I shook my head. "It's fine I can go by myself and you can go and get us something to drink in the meantime."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I gripped the material of his hoodie pulling him against me until our chests were pressed together. "Yeah, I'll be fine," I assured him with a smile.

"Okay," he nodded fishing his keys out of his jeans pocket. "Here's the key I didn't lock the door before I left so make sure you lock up when you're done," he instructed handing me the keys.

I turned to Mia and Eliza telling them that I'll be back soon then Brooks and I weaved through the crowd together.

Stopping at the stairs, Brooks bent his head and whispered in my ears so I could hear him over the loud music. "Meet me in the kitchen when you're done I'll wait for you," he said and I nodded my agreement.

He left heading toward the kitchen while I ascended the stairs up to the second floor. Then I walked to Brooks's room, turning the doorknob I pushed the door opening entering the room. Just as I closed the door behind me I heard a voice called out.

"I thought maybe you didn't get my text," the voice said making me scream. Not again. This is the second time I was almost scared to death in this room. The last time it was Brooks on his birthday and it's not him now, seeing as I left him downstairs and this voice was definitely female.

My hand flew to my rapidly beating heart, my breaths were coming out in angry puffs as I tried to stabilize my breathing.

At my scream, the girl let out a high-pitched shriek, lifting my other hand I flicked on the light illuminating the dark room with light.

My gaze fell on the bed where a vaguely familiar girl was sitting up on Brooks's bed completely naked. When her gaze met mine she scrambled grabbing the sheet.

Oh my God, this can't be happening right now.

Finally, it clicked she was the girl who kissed Brooks at the bar last week.

"Who are you? Where is Brooks?" She asked me with an annoyed expression on her face her thick blond hair fell over her shoulder as she pulled the sheet covering up her very naked body.

Her questions finally shook me out of my shocked state. "The real question is who the hell are you? And what are you doing naked in my boyfriend's bed," I demanded emphasizing the word boyfriend my anger flaring.

This bitch actually had the audacity to look annoyed.

She snorted. "What does it look like I'm doing I'm waiting for Brooks," she said condescendingly. "And nice try but Brooks doesn't do girlfriend thing," she smirked.

"He does now," I said stepping closer to bed. "So you better get the fuck out of his bed before I drag you out," I warned I had a temper but it only flared up when someone continued to push me and this bitch was pushing on my very last nerve.

She stared at me for a moment before she threw her slender legs over the edge of the bed and bent down to gather her pile of clothes off the floor with one hand before she stood with the other hand holding onto the sheet wrapped around her.

I'll grudgingly admit that she was beautiful she was a few inches shorter than me with dark brown eyes, tanned skin, and long, thick blonde hair that fell in waves down her back.

Her eyes look over my hair, pulled into a high ponytail then my outfit, which was a white ribbed cropped tank top with a high neck under a solid sage green corduroy jacket, and black leather leggings. My feet were clad in a pair of chunky matte black spiked Louboutins Chelsea boots.

Recognition lit in her eyes as her gaze connected with mine. "I knew I recognized your face. You're the girl from last week at Mitchelle's who was staring at Brooks and I liked a lost puppy when he kissed me."

Ignoring her verbal jab I tilted my head to the side. "More like you kissed him and he pulled away as soon as your lips touched his," a pitying smile forming on my lips. "I called that rejection sweetie but you obviously didn't take the hint because yet here you are reeking of desperation."

She stared at me at a loss for words her mouth opening and closing before she finally snapped her jaw shut masking her shock.

A sly pulling on her lips. "But it worked so well the first time," she said her lips tipping up in a gloating smile. "That's right I did this same thing and he fucked me right on that very same bed," she said pointing at Brooks's bed over her shoulders. She then shrugged. "So I decided to give it another try and I'm sure if it was him you came in here instead of you he would have crawled into bed and fuck me just as hard as he did the first time."

Unwelcome images of her and Brooks together popped into my head churning my stomach. Her face turned smug at my expression. I restrained myself from knocking it off her face.

She laughed at my silence. "If you don't mind I'm going to change my clothes in the bathroom," she said walking past me.

My hands snapped out wrapping around her arm. "You know what? I do mind," I said dragging her to the door as she attempted to break out from my hold.

"Let go of me you psycho," she yelled struggling the keep the sheet wrapped around her body and her clothes from falling to the floor. Throwing open the door and I shoved her outside causing her to stumble.

She regained her balance just in time two duck when I threw her knee-high boots at her head. They hit the wall before clattering to the floor.

"Come near Brooks or me again and next time I wouldn't be so nice," I threatened the rage evident in my voice.

She lifted her head fury lit in her brown eyes. "You crazy bitch," she hissed launching at me but I slammed the door in her face before she could reach me.

"You're lucky I didn't throw your clothes out the window," I said to her on the other side of the door snickering. She pounded on the door cursing and spewing threats.

Finally, the pounding stopped and I heard her footsteps retreating. The smile fled from my lips and my back slumped against the door.

Holy shit did that just happened? Is this what I'll have to face from now on as Brooks's girlfriend?

Brooks and I have been existing in a bubble for the last month. Whenever we hung out or texted I just thought of him as Brooks. The guy I liked talking to, who made me laugh, who evoked these long-forgotten feelings in me.

I was neglecting the fact that he was Brooks Heyward. Captain and star quarterback of our college football team, notorious player.

But tonight that bubble finally popped and reality just slapped me in the face.

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This chapter is unedited so it may contain errors.