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the first round of the NFL draft later this year.  They want a piece of my notoriety. They want to be balled by the King of Campus.
    Yeah, yeah… I know, boo-hoo.  Poor fucking Roan.
    You know what?  A year ago, two years ago, that shit wouldn’t have bothered me at all.  It didn’t make one damn bit of difference why these girls were spreading their legs so easily. I just enjoyed that they were.
    Trust me… I enjoyed it every single weekend.  Sometimes several times a weekend.
    But now… it just feels old and tired.  If you can actually believe that.  I know… it’s difficult to wrap your mind around.
    All these faceless strangers wanting to hang out with me all the time.  But they don’t know me.  Hell, they don’t know anything about me.  Not the real me.  I could be a freaking serial killer for all they care.  They wouldn’t give one damn shit.
    Do you know how seriously messed up that is?
    My eyes shift from the blonde clinging to me to the gorgeous brunette curled up under my other arm.  It’s obvious they would be willing to screw me together.  Hell, they’d probably get off on it.  One would be snapping action shots while the other was getting her brains fucked out.  And the photos would end up plastered across that dumbass website that seems to shadow my every move.
    I’m not going to lie, just like all the easy chicks and my NFL prospect notoriety, the website devoted solely to me, was, at first, flattering.  Now it just irritates the hell out of me.  I’ve had my ass chewed out by coach on more than one occasion for having pictures of me partying or getting it on with some random chick posted to the site or someone’s Facebook page or Instagram.
    So now I have to be more careful.  I’ve started wearing a ball cap so I can move around campus unnoticed.  It’s completely ridiculous.
    Even I know I’m not that fucking interesting.
    I came here tonight prepared to celebrate the kick off to yet another great year of college.  Probably my last.  I was going to down a few beers, maybe get laid, but I don’t think that’s going to happen anymore.  Even though I have two beautiful women wrapped up in my arms, screwing them is the last thing on my mind.
    Like a heat seeking missile, my eyes zero in on the reason for my sudden disinterest.
    That’s the moment I see that fuckwad lacrosse player, Finn McKenzie, dragging Ivy away from where she’d just been dancing.  Damn, I should have never taken my eyes off her.
    “Hey,” Blondie gasps as I pull away from the pair of them without any explanation.
    “King!”  The brunette whines, “Where are you going?  I thought we were going to-”
    Not wanting to take my eyes off her again, I throw a halfhearted apology over my shoulder.  “Sorry, ladies.  A friend needs me.”
    Well… that statement is entirely up for interpretation.
    What I’ve learned about Ivy is that she can be prickly and isn’t impressed by my status like everyone else seems to be.  And until I get a handle on what my game plan with her is, I’m not about to watch some douchebag player like Finn McKenzie swoop in and steal her away.
    Now, once I’m finished with her, he’s more than welcome to take her off my hands...
    Even though this party is jammed packed, the crowd parts so that I have a clear path leading straight to Ivy.  People are slapping my shoulder and back in greeting as I pass by.  I don’t bother acknowledging any of them.  My eyes are totally focused on the way Finn is manhandling her upper arm.
    I don’t like it.  Not one damn bit.
    That’s just one of the many differences between McKenzie and me.  He’s all brute strength and I’m all finesse.  Unless we’re on the football field.  Then I’ll pound your ass just for looking at me sideways.
    In case you haven’t realized it- I don’t care for Finn McKenzie.  The guy is a total tool.  He’s a lacrosse player and thinks he’s a big shit around here.  Clearly it chafes his