Varsity Bad Boy Series

Book One Varsity Bad Boy: Chapter 2

Liam

I was practicing throws to one of my roommates, Eric, who also is on the football team with me. We are both seniors this year and both want to get drafted into the NFL. I am the quarterback of the team.

Competition for getting into the NFL for quarterback’s is great. You have to stand out for a team to notice you.

I’m daring and make what they call, badass moves. That’s how I got the nickname originally. With a name like the badass, you have a lot to live up to.

Our last football game was a brutal game, which we won. Right now we are on our way to earning the chance to be able to play in a superbowl game.

I want my college football career to end on a great note with a win in a national championship game, so I will do what I can to ensure that happens.

We are on a biweek from football, which means no practice or games this week at all. We are on a one week break. Every football team we play against gets a biweek during the season. This is our turn to have a biweek.

We do need a break, especially after winning a brutal game. Most of the football players take advantage of the break, but Eric and I are doing light practices, so we can keep our game up.

It can even be just tossing the football around on our front lawn, as we are doing right now. I overthrew him and it landed at the house next door.

One of the girls that lives next door to me, I get a kick out of making her mad. She is so easy to annoy.

She is a total bookworm. I don’t think she even knows how to sit back and relax and have fun.

She is cute, she is a short girl at only 5’3, has long brown hair and green eyes. She is a little on the chunky side. Definitely not skinny, but she is proportional with big breasts and a bubble butt. But she has an hourglass shape that gives her a sexy body.

She is definitely not my type even though she is cute. She is just too serious of a girl. I rather have one of the Deltas on the other side of my house than the bookworm.

I got the football back from her, but I also managed to get her annoyed and got a slice of pizza from her too. Meat lovers, the girl does have good taste in pizza.

I’m standing on her porch with the pizza, taking a bite with her glaring at me, when Big John, one of my housemates and fellow football player, calls over to me.

“Hey! The keg just got here, you ready dude?” Big John, the football center calls out.

“Yep, I’m ready, bring it on….See you later bookworm.” I said to her,

I walk into the house, go over to the keg we just tapped, and get myself a beer and raise the glass to my teammates.

“For the biweek, let’s relax, have fun, and get all the p***y we can!”

My teammate clinks the glasses and yells out “yeah.” It is time for the party to begin, the next party we have won’t be until February, so we better live it up now.

We live for football here. When we are in training, there are no parties during the week. If we go to a party on the weekend we are limited to no more than 5 beers, and none on Sunday.

We start football practice around 4 until 7pm Monday through Friday. Practice consists of running drills and time in the weight room.

The only break we get is our biweek. We let off the steam from living football for weeks at a time. The reason for our training session is because it conditions us for the pro’s. This school is known for Footballers that have gone pro.

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Olivia

“Anthony, this is an awful lot of eyeshadow you're using.” I say to him as he is putting makeup on me.

Anthony, truthfully is a handsome man, he can make women drool over him with his Italian good looks and six pack that he has, but he is 100 percent not interested in women.

He has a flair for makeup. I always joke with him that he should have gone to cosmetology school, not a university for architecture. He says he just loves creating beautiful things and is the perfect example of not judging a book by the cover.

“Hush, your version of eye makeup is one color. If you want to get noticed you have to add depth and that is more than one swipe of eyeshadow.” Anthony says.

“What look, are you going for here?” I ask him.

“Elizabeth Taylor darling, you have those rare violet eyes like her. So, dynamic eyes and thinking nude lips. So be quiet, so I can bring the s*x goddess out in your eyes.” Anthony says.

“Where is Piper?” I ask him. Piper is our other housemate.

“Oh, I think she is following around some kappa girls, you know hoping she can somehow get into that sorority. I swear the girl only moved in here because we are so close to the Greek row!” He says.

“Sounds like that party is in full swing.” I say as we can hear the laughter, yells, and of course the music coming from next door.

“Viola! I think I have created a masterpiece on your face, check it out.” Anthony says as he motions for me to look in the bathroom mirror.

“I have to admit, you certainly have a gift.” I tell him admiring what he has done with my makeup.

“You have a beautiful face darling, I just have to enhance it.” He says.

“Ahh, you are too sweet Darling.” I told him.

Anthony and I call each other darling. He is like my best friend and it just comes naturally.

“Ok, go get your cute ass into that slinky red dress. Don’t forget your Spanx! We want those boys crawling on their knees for you.” He says.

“Ugh, I hate wearing Spanx.” I told him.

“Darling it will only be for like an hour, we can come back here and then you can pop back out and relax.” Anthony laughs.

I don’t care what they say when it comes to shape wear, none of it is comfortable. All it does is hold the bumps in to smooth you out., to do that, it has to be uncomfortable.

I go back into my room, and finish getting ready to crash the football house party with Anthony. God, I hope this is the right decision.

I met Anthony downstairs in our living room.

“Darling, if I was into girls, I would be asking for your phone number. Damn girl, you look hot.” He says,

“You think so?” I ask him nervously.

“Um hello! Yes I do! You are definitely going to cause those boys to have some serious wood as soon as you step foot in that house, trust me.” He says,

He takes my hand and we go out the door and over to our football neighbors house. Here goes nothing.