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moan as I lightly trace her clit with my tongue. Unlike our time in the hall, she would move my hair away; watching my face as I make her moans turn into screams.
    “Can’t end the bet. I’m going to win it,” Andy says, breaking me from my vivid fantasy and reminding me that I’m still on campus. Fuck, I have never met a girl who’s had me envisioning pleasuring her after just meeting so much that I’m adjusting myself in the damn cafeteria. Sure, I’ve imagined fucking or being sucked by a chick I’ve just met. But wanting to know what I can do to her .
    How long it will take me to make her scream.
    If I’ll be the best she’s ever had.
    The only one she’s ever had.
    I’ve never thought about that before. Shit.
    “Dude, you okay?” Andy asks, pausing from his pudding consumption to give me a once-over.
    “Yeah, just thinking how straight-up fucked you are, bro. You thinking you’re going to win that bet is like thinking Pineapple Express could win an Oscar. Dude, it’s never happening.”
    “ Pineapple Express should have won an Oscar. It was hilarious.”
    “Dude, there was a lot of dope smoking in Pineapple Express . But the fact that you think it’s Oscar-worthy shows me how you could also be convinced that some poor chick is going to get into bed with you after you wink at her.”
    “Yeah, yeah, you’ll be eating your words soon enough,” D replies, winking at me.
    Fuck.
    Now I’m worried that D might manage to score some chick before I get to see how big I can make those amber eyes become. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I’ve asked a girl out on a date. I guess with girls at Penmore constantly chasing me, it’s been a while since I’ve had to worry when or if a girl will be interested in me.
    As I watch D lick his spoon, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll want to have some pudding with me next Tuesday.
    The thought makes me smile wide.
    Let the chase begin.

GRAYSON
    I’ve never been early to a class in my life. Even my favorite writing classes, I was always stuck having to email my teachers, apologize for my absence and ask for any notes they may have handed out. And it looked like I wasn’t going to have better luck today as I jog across the quad to the main lecture hall at Penmore. A few Herons fans try and grab my attention, but I’m focused on getting to the one girl who has been starring in all my fantasies this week. I’ve never thought about impressing a girl. But as I approach Professor Gibbons’s sociology class, I’m worried about how I look or if I smell okay, like a freaking prom queen getting ready for homecoming. I knew the class was already halfway through, since morning practice had run over time, but I am determined to get there.
    Even if I’m only there for a second.
    Inconveniently, I was so nervous and worried I would miss the chance to see Stars again that I left all my books in the locker room. I’m going to look like a dumb jock sitting in class with no fucking books . Shit. I probably also smell like the putrid locker room, or worse, like an eager freshman who overuses his cologne.
    She’ll probably choke on it and go running.
    Probably why she ran last time.
    Christ .
    If D knew the nauseating thoughts running through my head as I open the classroom doors, he’d mock me for a fucking week. Granted, if he knew I had been preoccupied with thoughts of one girl for an entire week, he’d probably announce it to the whole team and start a new bet on how long it takes for me to grow a vagina. But I can’t seem to help it. Even with practice and school, my mind has been filled all week with the vision of Stars laid out before me.
    When I silently enter the back of the hall, my eyes go straight to the back row and notice she isn’t in the same spot. After busting my ass to get here from the field, I’m pissed she hasn’t come to class. That is until I catch her wide amber eyes gazing at me from the corner of the room. She’s in the furthest