Wow. You guys are absolutely amazing! 20 reviews on 1 chapter. I heart you all so much! So here is another one for you. I had it written then deleted half and rewrote it. I think I like this better. No Brittana yet but it's coming :) Enjoy!
WARNING: Some offensive language toward the end. I hate using those words but felt it worked for this. I hope I didn't offend anyone.
I woke up after a short post-sex nap. I nudged the sleeping girl next to me. She slowly opened her eyes. "Hey," I smiled softly. "I hate to do this but you gotta go."
"What? Why? It's like 4:30." Rachel whined.
"I don't do sleepovers." I didn't mean for that to come out as harsh as it did. I saw the rejection flash in her eyes.
"But I thought, you know, since we—"
"Let me stop you right there. I'm not interested in a relationship or anything else. It would be better if you just left." I hopped out of bed, sliding into a tank top and boy shorts. I left the poor girl to get dressed. A few minutes later, I walked back in as she put her shoes on. "Puck is gonna take you home."
"Ok." Rachel said in a small, defeated voice. I almost felt bad for her, almost. I watched as she slowly left. I'm pretty sure she was crying. I shook my head and sighed before wandering down to the kitchen for some food.
What do I want to eat? Why do I never have any damn food? I sighed and threw a frozen pizza in the oven. I checked through the unread text messages on my phone. Ladies love the Lopez, I smiled to myself. I need to remind Puck to stop giving my number out when he drives these girls home. I responded to a few messages then checked on the pizza. "Hurry up. Damn."
"Did you miss me that much?" Puck smirked, walking into the kitchen. "I smell pizza."
"It's almost done."
"Good! You picked a winner tonight." He laughed, hopping on the counter.
"What happened?" I rolled my eyes.
"She cried the entire way to her house. She kept asking what she did wrong."
"Oh god." My head fell back but snapped up quickly. "You didn't give her my number, did you?"
"No." He stretched the word out a little too much.
"Damn it, Puckerman. She's going to stalk me now."
"Well it sounded like you had a good time."
"Shut up." I shook my head, punching him in the arm. I grabbed the pizza out of the oven. Between the two of us, we finished the pizza in five minutes. "Wanna work out?"
"Yeah. We have to get you beefed up. Then you'll be a lady killer for sure."
"Oh please. I'm already a lady killer."
Most people work out at 5:30 in the morning because they just woke up. Not us. We are still awake. I love nothing more than running in the brisk morning air. Puck was a few feet behind me. I smiled and rounded the corner, up my driveway. I slowed to a walk.
"6 miles is too much." Puck nearly collapsed on the ground next to me.
"I had to work off that pizza somehow." I laughed, walking inside. I downed a Power Bar and a Gatorade. "You just need to build your endurance back up. I'm going to start running farther. 6 miles is not nearly long enough anymore."
"You're psycho."
The poor boy was still trying to catch his breath. I couldn't help but laugh. After a long, hot shower, I passed out. It took Puck grabbing my feet and pulling me out of bed to wake me up.
"Damn it, Puck! Was that really necessary? Fuck!"
"You weren't waking up. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Let me sleep?"
"The boys are here. They wanna play ball."
"Alright well give me a few minutes to get ready."
"No prob." Puck nodded.
I crawled over to the closet to try to find some clothes. I found my Carolina shorts and Carolina blue and white Jordan's. I threw them on with a white tee. I tied my hair back then checked myself out in the mirror before running downstairs.
"We playing here?" Matt asked, tossing a ball from hand to hand.
"Nah. Court's getting repainted. We'll hit the park." I grabbed my keys and wallet then headed to the door. It was a quick drive to the park. We goofed around for a while before moving to the court. Puck and I were on a team against Matt and Mike. We were on our third game, each having won a game. I had long since tossed my white tee to the side, playing in my wife beater now.
"Look at that dyke thinking she's a baller." I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to where the voice came from. I saw two younger girls snickering by the edge of the court.
"Did you say something?" I stepped closer to them.
"We weren't talking to you, queer." The redhead sneered at me.
"You better watch what you say. You don't know who you're fucking with."
"Like we're scared of some dyke." She laughed.
"Fuck you!" I shouted as I charged the girl. I grabbed a handful of hair in one hand and started punching her face with the other. She clawed at my arms and her friend started punching me in my side. Next thing I know, there is a set of strong arms around my waist and hands on each of my arms. It takes Puck, Matt, and Mike to pull me off the girl.
"You're fucking crazy!" She shouted, wiping the blood from her lip.
"Oh yeah?" I tried getting at her again but the boys held me back. "Keep running your fucking mouth!"
"Shut up, dyke!"
"This dyke just kicked your fucking ass!" I struggled against Puck's arms to get after the girl but he dragged me off to the car. He finally put me down but I was still fuming. I wanted to kill that dumb bitch.
"Give me your keys." Puck held his hand out in front of me. He and I both knew I couldn't drive. I handed him the keys and fought the urge to put my fist through the passenger window. Once we were on the way home, I started to calm down.
"Hey Lopez?" Matt spoke up from the backseat.
"Yeah?"
"You fucked that girl up, dude. That was awesome as hell."
We laughed about it all the way back to the house. I scanned through the contacts in my phone, leaning against the counter as the guys searched for food. Who can I call to come over tonight? I need to take the edge off quick.
