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Bryant Matthews
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That's when the song had changed and he had fallen off rhythm.
After apologizing, he was relieved when she responded, āDonāt apologize. For a guy who claims to not know how to dance, youāre doing quite well. Iād say youāre a natural." The heat returned to his face and deepened further when she squeezed his shoulders, āYouāre so tense, Bryant, you know I-ā She grabbed his hand and gave it a soft tug, he followed her right into the kitchen.
Bryant was glad to be away from the crowded dance floor, even if it was just for a moment. All of the bodies together had made it quite warm and he could feel sweat beginning to drip down the back of his neck from underneath his beanie. He removed the hat and stuffed it in his back pocket before running his fingers through his hair, trying to get the sweat soaked hair off his forehead.
Meg had begun to rummage around in her pocket, retrieving what looked like a pill capsule. His nerves spiked and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, eyes wide and looking at the two pills she dropped into her hands. āHere, take one of these. Itās nothing to crazy but just something to help you relax.ā She put one in the hand he had subconsciously held out and without another thought, walked to the sink and took hers.
Merely a few seconds later, her eyes had found his still bewildered ones and smirked, āYou know, I donāt ever think Iāve seen you look so disheveled in your life... I kind of like it.ā Bryant's lips formed a small smile while one of his eyebrows shot upwards. That pill works fast.
Bryant eyed the little white circle that was still sitting in his palm. He absolutely one-hundred percent should not take this pill. So, why did he want to? It could hinder his body in some way during tomorrow's practice which could mess up his game on Friday. He wouldn't be able to get up in time for his run if this pill left him with some sort of hangover. But, a beautiful girl wanted him to take one because she wanted him to loosen up. He always did what he should. Maybe it was time for him to go a little crazy. Just for one night.
He sighed loudly before raising his eyes to meet hers once more, "Fuck it. But I need another drink, first. Reaching over to the counter where all of the liqour bottles stood, he grabbed the first one that his fingers touched. It was Bacardi. He removed the lid, put the bottle to his lips, and took a giant swig. His insides were once again warm from the alcohol and he felt the confidence he needed to pop the pill in his mouth, and chase it with rum.
After a few moments, Bryant's head was swimming and he felt so at peace, he was itching to get back out onto the dance floor. The music coming from the other room almost sounded as though he was hearing it with cotton balls. The sound was muffled but the beat was smooth. His eyes darted around the room, noticing how everything was brighter. It seemed as though most of his senses had been hightened. And that wasn't the only thing that had increased. When his gaze landed on Meg, he unawaredly let them drip ever so slowly down her body, noticing the skin that peered between where her shirt lay and where her shorts began. A strange feeling started in the bottom of his stomach and traveled south down his legs.
Another person drunkenly crashing into the kitchen ripped him out of his stupor and he looked Meg in the eyes, shaking his head and vaguely feeling that if he hadn't taken that pill, the heat that was flooding his face would feel much hotter than it currently did. "What did you give me?" He questioned, putting one arm on the counter in front of him so that Meg's back was against the counter and he was about a foot away from her. "I feel...good." Setting his other arm on the counter so that she was now boxed in by his arms, he smiled and leaned closer to her, his breath quickening slightly.
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She watched him for a moment, the damn thing always set in quite fast, itās why she liked it so much. His shoulders seemed to relax and his green eyes became even brighter than normal. His eyes then shifted to her, and her cheeks flamed as his eyes dipped below hers to give her a thorough look up and down. What had she done? Or more importantly, how had she done it? Bryant not only had just danced with her, but now he had willingly taken a euphoriant without really any shadow of doubt. Her of all people. That odd feeling in her stomach came back as she stared at him through her lashes. She suddenly felt the need to be closer to him, just to tangle her fingers in his blonde hair and pull him into a -
Another partygoer stumbled into the kitchen in a drunken stupor, and she nearly jumped from how quickly it pulled her from her thoughts. However as quickly as they stumbled into the kitchen they stumbled right back out into the party. Meg let out a small sigh and turned back to Bryant, just as he placed a hand on the counter to her left, stepping in closer to her. āWhat did you give me?ā A lazy smile appeared on her face, it was probably best for him if he didnāt know. "I feel...good." He placed his arm on the other side of her, trapping her against the counter, leaning dangerously close to her face. His close proximity gave her butterflies, and she locked eyes with him. āIs that so?ā She whispered, her eyes flicking from his green ones down to his lips. She hesitated for a small moment, unsure of how he would react, but eventually the drug kicked in and she pushed off the counter and pressed her lips against his in a kiss. She noted his lips tasted faintly of the Bacardi he had just taken a sip of, which made it all the more enticing. She placed her hands on his chest, bunching his shirt slightly with her fists, tugging him closer to her and deeper into the kiss.
After a moment a voice spoke rather obnoxiously from the kitchen. āFucking hell you twoā Saunders stumbled into the kitchen and Meg instantly pulled away from Bryant, her face red as a tomato. āGet a roomā. With that he snatched a bottle of fireball from the counter, ands stumbled out the door. More than anything she was annoyed that Saunders had ruined a part of her night yet again. She let out a small sigh, and turned back to Bryant her face a mask of emotions. Meg gripped his arm slightly so she could balance herself as she whispered into his ear. āIf youāre tired of gettingā¦ rudely interrupted, we can go back to my place. My momās working an overnight shiftā¦ if you wantā With that she pulled back slightly not before placing a faint kiss on his jaw right below his ear.
Bryant Matthews
{hercules | text code: #F39C12 | outfit: here}
The heat between them was incredible and he shuddered as she clawed at his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt into her hands and forcing him closer to her. His hands left the counter as he copied her actions, trying to bring her nearer. Bryant could feel her chest on his and it made him stiffen, but his hands kept moving. One tangled itself in her hair, jerking her head to the side so he could slide his tongue into her mouth. The other moved its way down her back, across her exposed skin, and down ar-
Someone had crashed into the kitchen, causing Meg to pull away. Bryant's breath came heavy and staggered as his eyes never left Meg's and her red, flushed face, even as she turned to face the intruder. His head was foggy, though he was unsure if it was the drug or the girl. An annoying voice broke through his stupor, although he didn't turn to see who it was. "Fucking hell you two. Get a room." Saunders said, exiting the kitchen as quickly and as loudly as he'd entered.
Then, they were alone again. She sighed before turning back to him, her face a mix of unreadable emotions. Although, even if it had been a mask of readable emotions he didn't think he'd stand a chance of deciphering them as he clearly wasn't thinking straight. Meg's hand gripped his arm tightly as she brought her lips to his ear. The skin on skin contact was enough to slow his breathing down so much that he wasn't sure he was still breathing at all. Then she whispered lowly, āIf youāre tired of gettingā¦ rudely interrupted, we can go back to my place. My momās working an overnight shiftā¦ if you wantā
There was a dull voice somewhere in the back of his head that was screaming NO! but the drug had become such a prominent presence in his mind that he hardly heard it. And while deep down he knew he should go home, every single inch of him wanted to say yes. When she placed a kiss on his jaw, his eyes rolled back and he took in a sharp breath. He could feel his pants tightening around him. The confidence that whatever the hell she told him to take had given him overruled any excuse his sensible self could offer.
Opening his eyes again, he groaned, āFuuuck. Let's get out of hereā.
When Bryant's eyes opened the next morning, it was still pitch black outside, his head was pounding, and he had no idea where he was. He rolled onto his back and felt that there was someone else in the bed with him. Panic struck him and he began feeling around for his phone wildly. He found it on a nightstand that was next to the bed and pressed the home button. Using the light illuminating the screen, he brought it over the sleeping figure beside him and saw who his bed mate was. Meg Saito.
What?! He furiously dug into his memories from the night before, trying to piece together what had happened. He remembered saving her from Saunders. Okay. He remembered them dancing. Okay. He remembered her taking him into the kitchen and giving him a - oh shit. Had he really taken one of those pills? What on earth had possessed him to do that?! Bryant shone the light over Meg's undressed and uncovered body and then nodded slightly, understanding exactly what had made him do it.
Wait, but if she was naked... Had they... Bryant moved his hands under the blanket and felt that he too was no longer wearing anything. Then the images started flooding back. Them reaching Meg's house and barely making it to the front door before their hands were once again on each other. Her unbuckling his pants, kneeling down, and - He shut his eyes quickly as that pang of longing shot through his gut again and he throbbed against the blanket. How he had removed her clothes and the way she felt pressed against him. Another throb. Quietly, he slapped a hand against his forehead multiple times, trying to knock the images from his mind.
It was a confusing thing, being of the male species. His body was excited to relive the events of last night. If it were up to his body, he'd be good to think about it again and again until he was satisfied with himself and then go round two with her. He was a loaded gun. However, in his mind and his heart, he was devastated. He'd never been with a girl before and this definitely wasn't how he had expected or wanted it to go down. Not hat he had been waiting for marriage or anything, just preferably not a one night stand while he was high on what had obviously been a euphoric.
Gazing over at Meg, battling with the two sides of himself, the devastated part won out. He got to his feet and put his clothes back on before glancing at the time on his phone. 4:30 AM. His body was waking him up at its normal time because it was about time for a run. Within five minutes, he was glancing back at the sleeping Meg one last time and then out the door, walking back to Saunders' to collect his car and get home before his parents noticed he wasn't there.
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The light filtering through her curtains made her blink slowly, as she groaned slightly shifting in her sheets to hide her face from the sunlight. She laid there for a moment, her face snuggled into the pillow thinking about when she was going to will herself to get up and get ready, no telling if she was late for school (and if so how late).
Thatās when everything came flooding back to her. She jerked up in bed, her eyes frantically shifting to the - empty - spot next to her. Bryant. Bryant Matthews. She had? Had they? - āshit, shit-ā she muttered rubbing her eyes with the back of her palms. The party from last night slowly came flooding back into her mind, running into Matthews, Saunders, the dancing, the pill, and then - . Her face flushed, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest as her mother knocked on her door, scaring the hell out of her. āMegumi! Anata wa mada megasamete imasu ka? I just got home from work honey. You better hurry up or youāre going to be lateā. āHai, Mama. Iām getting ready nowā. She took a deep breath after she heard her mother walk down the hall, probably to sleep.
He was gone. And he hadnāt left anything. No note, no phone number, absolutely nothing. Itās like nothing ever happened. Her stomach twisted in a horrific knot. Why should she feel so upset about this? Itās what normally happened, and most of the time it was her that got up and left. Then why did Bryantās absence hurt so much? Her face burned with shame. She never shouldāve done that, it never shouldāve happened. Even though, when she thought about it, about everything her stomach still fluttered with butterflies. Everything about last night had felt different with him.
Clearly not, she reminded herself as she pushed herself out of bed and threw on a comfortable outfit. She felt sick to her stomach. Meg wondered what he would say to her, if he could even face her at all. After all it looked like none of it had even mattered to him anyway. She crossed her arms over her chest, and resisted the thought of staying home and spending the day crying. Everything her father said before he left was true, she was never going to find someone who would care for her. Love her. She was nothing. Lately she had started to really believe his words. How stupid she was to think that a small feeling in her gut meant that Bryant was different than any of the others. However she refused to succumb to her insecurities. As she slung her backpack over her shoulder and grabbed her keys, she hoped she saw Bryant today. Hoped he stared her directly in the eyes, and saw how much he had hurt her.
For the most part, Bryant was absent from her day. She normally saw him flocked around the other footballers but he was uncharacteristically absent. The whole ordeal gave her anxiety. Currently she sat at the lunch table picking apart her food, as her friends chatted amongst themselves. She was normally in on the conversation, but today she sat quietly her eyes flicking back and forth to the door of the cafeteria.
Bryant Matthews
{hercules | text code: #F39C12 | outfit: CHANGE}
"So, did you fuck her?" Saunders teased, cutting right to the chase. To be fair, he meant well as he didn't actually believe Bryant would have let things get so far since until last night, he'd never so much as willingly danced with a girl.
Not answering, he just reached over and turned the stereo louder, hoping to avoid all other questions. Unfortunately, not answering apparently meant confirming.
"Holy shit. Saunders' tone and face were suddenly very serious. "You did, didn't you?"
Looking over at his teammate, Bryant said, pleadingly, "Please, drop it." Either his face looked more pained than he had thought or Saunders had heard the slight break in his voice, because he nodded and began talking about the upcoming game this weekend.
The first half of the day had gone well. He hadn't seen Meg at all and he had been doing his best to stay busy. It was rare he was every alone in the hallways on a normal day - usually crowded by his teammates all the time, but there was always at his side today. The constant chatter about practice after school, which would be more grueling than usual due to the fact that it was a game week, and about the school's rival they would be playing was good at keeping his mind occupied. That is, up until lunch.
Bryant walked into the lunchroom with his pack of football players flanking him. People looked up, as they did, and everyone except himself went to the front of the room to buy lunch. He simply carried his backpack, slung over one shoulder, because his mom had packed his lunch just like every day. As he was pulling his tupperware full of grilled chicken and broccoli out, he glanced up to see if the microwave was being used and a girl at the table just to the right of him caught his eye. It was Meg.
He felt as though his stomach had just dropped out of his body and he had to concentrate to find his breath for a moment. Keeping his eyes back on the table, so many thoughts were running through his mind. You should go talk to her. No. You should at least explain. Explain what? That you were a virgin. Oh yeah, great idea - Bryant rolled his eyes. Fine, then just act like you didn't see her. I just feel so guilty. For what? She probably fucks guys at parties and doesn't talk to them again all the time. It probably meant nothing.
It probably meant nothing. The thought had sent a pang of hurt through Bryant's chest that he couldn't explain. He didn't know if it was because it had been his first time, or because it was her. On that, he decided that pretending he hadn't seen her would be the best move. So he took in a deep breath, grabbed his container, and walked over to the microwave, not sparing her a glance. When his food was done, he returned to his table with the same attitude.
"Are any scouts coming to the game for you on Friday?" One of the younger players asked Bryant as the team returned, trays in hand.
Bryant began telling them that his father had told him the scout for Tennessee, Georgia, and Florida were going to be at one of the next three games, but he didn't know which one. He was glad for the distraction of talking about his future for once, it gave him another outlet for all of his pent up anxiety.
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She watched him squirm under her eyes, he was clearly feeling something, but she didn't know what it was. Before she could even think about getting up to go talk to him he turned on his heels taking his food from the microwave and marching back to his table of friends. "Earth to Meg? Helllloooo" She turned her head sharply, pulling herself out of her little 'moment'. It was Kaity, one of her good friends that she had grown close to (or as close as Meg could get with anyone) sophomore year. "Are you good? You look a little pale". Meg's face flushed slightly, out of embarrassment, she couldn't believe that one stupid boy was making her feel so worked up. "I'm fine, I just- had a rough night" She said quietly, avoiding eye contact, Kaity always knew when she was lying. "Wait, Meg. Hannah told me she saw you and a particular blonde headed boy leaving together last night" She jerked her head in Bryant's direction. "Did you finally get your hands on the most unattainable boy at Grandview? There's gotta be like, some sort of medal for that! Was he-" "No!" Meg said rather sharply making Kaity shrink into her seat, a worried look passing her face. "Meg, what is wrong with you? Are you okay?" She knew her friend was worried about her but, she felt so ashamed and embarrassed of herself that she was on edge. She pushed herself up from the table grabbing her bag, "I'm fine. And no, I did not sleep with Bryant Matthews so you can save yourself all of the gossip" She didn't know why she didn't admit it, maybe a small part of her was embarrassed or maybe a part of her still cared about Bryant enough to not go out and tarnish his reputation as being the golden boy of the school who slept with her of all people. Kaity was just open-mouthed, completely shocked as Meg hurried out of the cafeteria now on the verge of tears.
She exited the cafeteria and dashed into the nearest girl's bathroom, thankful that it was empty. The second she locked herself in a stall she burst into tears. She felt stupid, stupid and ashamed. Most of all angry, not only at Bryant but at herself. That she allowed herself to have feel for someone, and for it to completely blow up in her face.
Bryant Matthews
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The rest of the week was much of the same except that he hadn't seen Meg since she had run out of the cafeteria at the beginning of the week. He had found himself subconsciously looking for her everywhere. Football practices had run normally and not one person had said anything to him about the events of the night of the party, meaning Meg hadn't told her friend and that Saunders had miraculously kept his mouth shut.
Now, in the locker room with the rest of the team, he found himself hoping that she would be in the stands at the game. Of course, he was pretty sure she had never gone to a Friday night football game because he had never seen her at one before. The boys on the team were discussing how they were going to celebrate afterwards, naming girls and the bars around town that would let the underage varsity members drink on game nights that they win.
"Alright boys, suit up!" The coach shouted over the chatter as he walked into the locker room. "Matthews!" The coach made his way to where Bryant was standing near his locker, half dressed with his chest still bare. "Your father tells me there are two scouts in the stands tonight, but there's no more pressure tonight than there is every other game. Just stay focused, push hard, and be the leader the team needs out there."
Bryant nodded lazily, his anxiety spiked between the drama with Meg and this news. His father had told him there were three scouts coming sometime soon, but he had hoped it wouldn't be tonight's game. "Yes sir." He spoke with as much confidence as he could muster. The coach slapped his shoulder and walked off, leaving Bryant to pull his undershirt and jersey on.
"You okay, man?" A voice said quietly behind him. It was Saunders. He was fully dressed and had his helmet tucked underneath his arm.
Nodding, Bryant picked up his helmet and turned muttering a quiet confirmation that he was fine and then raised his voice, addressing the rest of the room, "Alright boys, huddle up!" The chatter within the locker room died down as the players gathered in a circle around Bryant, all of them taking a knee. "They're defense is tough, but we've been working on new plays that they haven't seen yet. Stay on your toes and listen to each other. We can't win if we don't communicate. Use your cues and be sure to mark yourself." There were cheers and comments made loudly at his speech. This perked Bryant's spirits up enough to warrant a genuine smile. "Oh, and there will be scouts here today." He added in, loudly, pumping his helmet up in the air.
Yes, the scouts had been called there to see him, but he wasn't above trying to help his friends be signed to colleges as well. If his teammates played well for scouts, they would be marked as up and coming and he would love nothing more than to see them do well. Plus, it helped him feel as though some of the pressure was off of him.
The pounding and yells from the field just outside the locker room doors jeered him from his thoughts. It was time for the run out. "Alright boys, LET'S GO!." Bryant led the way out of the doors, his helmet under his arm, and flanked by the entire team. The cheerleaders had a banner drawn out in front of him, and he smiled, this was secretly one of his favorite parts of the night. He was the first one to run through, using his body to rip the banner in half and immediately being greeted by the screams of the school in the overpacked bleachers. Meg had momentarily escaped his mind and he was focused on nothing more than winning the game for the school and impressing the scout for his mother and father.
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So here she was. Sitting in the bleachers holding a package of peanut M&Ms while Kaity chatted up a storm to some of the other girls, surrounded by a full crowd of practically half the town. She was so nervous, and anxious as she fidgeted in her seat trying to calm herself down. She didnāt want to see Bryant, she didnāt want to see his kind green eyes, lazy smile and - she sucked in a sharp breath her face flushing as she caught herself thinking about him. He had hurt her, bad, that wasnāt something she could just forget.
She nearly jumped when the loud speakers played a song and the football team entered the field. She clutched the bleacher seat as she read the back of the jersey she saw, āMATTHEWSā. Her stomach twisted in a knot. She instantly regretted showing up. This was a horrible idea.
Bryant Matthews
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He was grateful when the referee blew the whistle, calling all players back to their sides of the field. Bryant jogged over, took his helmet off, and immediately dumped a cup of water over his head. The salty taste of sweat mixed with the water as he licked his lips, letting the cool relief run down his face.
The coach was speaking to the defensive players a few yards away as they would be first out on the field after halftime. They were ahead 21-14 but there was still half a game to go and so much could change. The screams of the crowd were starting to die down a bit as the band walked onto the field for the show. It was then that his mind got to take enough of a break from the game that the drama of the past week began to sink back into his head.
Suddenly he found himself turning around, sweaty strands of hair obstructing his vision slightly. His eyes were running back and forth along the lines of students up and down the bleachers. He wasn't sure why he was looking as he knew she wouldn't be there, but something made him keep searching. Then he saw her. His eyebrows shot up at the shock of the fact that she was there. She looked sad and a pang hit his chest and he suddenly felt it was harder to breathe than it had been when he had first left the field.
He knew he should say something. Explain. But he didn't know what he'd say. Suddenly someone slapped their hand down on his shoulder pad and spoke. "You haven't talked to her at all this week, have you?" It was Saunders. Bryant didn't answer, giving his teammate all the answer he needed. "She and I usually run in somewhat of the same circle and I've hardly seen her since the party. She's been acting like a hermit. You should say something, dude. Especially if it meant someting to you." For all the asshole that he could be, he could be equally as understanding and wise.
Saunders was right and Bryant knew it. He nodded as his friend walked away, leaving him to his thoughts. He looked back up at Meg, trying to catch her eye. When he did, he took a deep breath, and waved for her to come down the fence that seperate the stands from the field. It was time to talk.
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