Quarterback Sneak by Unknown

anything about it, but that’s the way she was. Was he just with her to get his rocks off?

    Galynn tried to push the thoughts from her mind. Alceo had made it perfectly clear he wanted her. Wasn’t that enough? Galynn didn’t have the time to answer the question before she heard the sound of Jasmine’s footsteps drawing her closer and closer.

    Trying to take a deep breath, Galynn calmed herself. The tap of a finger on her shoulder didn’t come as surprise, but it still shocked her.

    “Uh, excuse me,” Jasmine politely said, as if Galynn hadn’t heard her and her friend talking about her literally behind her back.

    “Yea?” Galynn asked without turning around. She felt foolish for trying to make her voice sound slightly different than usual but she did it without thought.

    “I haven’t seen you around her before, what’s your name?”

    Galynn’s shoulders slumped. She hated confrontation. She wasn’t ready for this, but when is one ready to confront their gorgeous roommate and tell them the fatty snagged the man?

    Galynn turned toward the eyes she could feel piercing her back. It was as if Jasmine was trying to burn a hole through Alceo’s numbers.

    “Hi, Jasmine.” Galynn said politely. She tried to fight the blush creeping up into her cheeks, but it wasn’t working too well. The look on Jasmine’s face was relieved. Galynn watched in astonishment as Jasmine’s dread turned to a look of pure relief.

    “Oh hey girl! What are you doing here?”
    Galynn was caught off guard to say the least. “Just waiting.”

    Jasmine chuckled not hearing the words Galynn said. “Oh Lord,” Jasmine said dramatically as she drew her hand to her chest. “You had me scared. For a second, I thought – well never mind,” Jasmine said with a hint of genuine laughter.

    “You thought what?”

    “Nothing, girl. It sure as hell ain’t possible.” At the look Galynn gave her, Jasmine rolled her eyes but continued. “I thought you had been given that jersey. But you must have found it somewhere. With Celt fever, everyone is wearing those damn things. I’m sure it’s not a real practice jersey.” Jasmine’s arm reached out to touch Galynn’s arm. “But you really shouldn’t wear that. You should give it back – or give it to me if you don’t know who it belongs to. Do you even know whose number you’re wearing?”

    Galynn tightly pressed her lips together, pressuring them into a thin line. “No I don’t.” If Jasmine didn’t think there was any way in hell that Alceo could have given her the jersey, Galynn wasn’t going to burst the girl’s bubble.

    Galynn glanced over Jasmine’s shoulder to see her friend popping her gum nosily. Her grunt of disgust made her look even more unattractive.

    “Well, it’s the jersey of someone really important, but I wouldn’t expect you to keep up with this kind of stuff.” Something behind Galynn caught Jasmine’s eye and it took everything in Galynn to not turn around. For half a second, she thought it might be Alceo but the subsequent squeal let forth by Jasmine let her know otherwise. At the relief she felt from not hearing Alceo’s voice, Galynn didn’t hear who it was that walked up beside her.

    Jasmine shook her head as their visitor walked up beside Galynn. “Don’t worry everybody, Galynn just found it and put it on. I’m not sure why, but don’t worry, the big man hasn’t been taken off the market.”

    Galynn felt her stomach tighten at Jasmine referring to Alceo as “big man”. Just how much did she know about him? How much did all of these girls know about him that she didn’t? Or maybe she had finally gotten to know him the same way they had. Her stomach continued to sour as three more girls stepped into her line of sight. They were eyeing her with distain, arms folded across their chests. Galynn had never felt the urge to flee more strongly.

    Alceo could fend for himself, couldn’t he? He’d lasted this long. He didn’t really