Cgc

3 months. That's how long it's been since I've been celibate.

Joking.

My friends like to joke and say that once the season starts, I go celibate. That's not entirely true. While I do slow down, - especially now that I'm captain - I still have my fun. When I got named team captain, I didn't make a vow to myself not to have sex. That's torture. Yet, here I am. It's been three months since I've had sex, hell since I've kissed anyone. At first, it was because I was too busy, too focused. Now? Well, I'm still too busy and too focused, but add on the fact that I'm completely whipped over a girl who I can never have.

I've tried not to show it as much these past couple of weeks since I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable around me. I never wanted to lose her friendship and I'm glad we were able to zip around the fact that I tried to kiss her. Being rejected isn't fun at all, I'm probably still recovering. Still, I'm content with the relationship Brynn and I do have. We're friends and nothing more. I'm content with that. I have to be.

I'm single like I have been for the past 21 years. I've never let some crush drive me celibate so why start now, right? Maddy, Max, Rhys, and I are going out tonight. This is the perfect opportunity to find myself someone to take home tonight. God, knows I fucking need it.

"Cgc, hurry up!" Maddy shouts out to me from downstairs. "Yeah," I shout back. I fix my hair in the mirror one last time and spray on a couple of spritz of my YSL cologne. I grab my phone from the charger and my wallet before making my way downstairs. The boys wait by the hallway while Maddy kisses Xander's face all over, leaving behind red lipstick stains. "Love ya," she says with a smile. Xander smirks, "Take care of my girl." I don't know who he's directing that to specifically but I give him a nod as leave.

It only takes about twenty minutes to get to the bar because of traffic. When we enter the bar, it's packed - not surprising. Luckily just as were arriving, a couple was leaving so we quickly took over the booth they were seated at. Rhys sits next to me while Maddy and Max sit in front of us. Maddy quickly grabs the small drink menu and skims for something. She's been working a crazy amount of hours since school started again. She gets days off occasionally but since she's supporting herself financially, she doesn't think getting days off is an option. This is one of her days off and she ranted earlier about how she needed a night out.

Christian and Nova were going to join us but ended up taking a nap and were too tired to wake up. Xander wasn't feeling good so he stayed back as well. I figured I might as well come since I've been thinking about sex entirely too much to function. Rhys follows me anywhere I go, and Maddy invited Max.

The waiter walks over and we all order a drink along with some shots. Maddy runs a shaky hand through her long, raven hair. "You good?" I ask. She looks up from the table to me and nods. "I just need some alcohol in me and I'll be perfect," she tells me. The table rattles slightly and I notice how she's anxiously tapping her foot against the ground. Something is definitely bothering her. Whether it's Xander, work, school, or all of the above I can't exactly tell. I'd ask but I'm not in the mood for a snarky remark. I'll wait until later.

Max wraps his arm around the booth, behind Maddy's head. "I'm nervous about next weeks game," he says. I roll my eyes immediately. Everyone's been talking about next weeks game against Oregon. It's one of the most anticipated games of our season. They won their game earlier this afternoon just like we did, making both of us undefeated. Next week, one of us won't be undefeated any longer, but it is not going to be Oak Hill. I don't know why they're so worried but I'm not. We've been doing great this year and if I really had anything to worry about, I wouldn't be here tonight.

Most of the time, I don't allow myself to rest after a game. I immediately study our next opponent - this one being the Ducks - and see if there's anything we need to work on. I try to find the flaws in their plays and ours to see if there are things we can use to our advantage. Personally, Oregon was one of my favorite college teams growing up. I watched them play every Saturday and even when I started playing with Oak Hill, I didn't stop watching them. The fun thing is, we play them every year. We won last year and the year before and they were just as good. I'm not worried about a thing.

"Don't be," I tell him. Rhys nods next to me. "Yeah, we got that one in the bag. I'm not worried." My lips upturn at Rhys' input. I'm glad I'm not the only one who isn't stressing out about it. The team is better than they think we are. The only reason Oregon is undefeated is because they haven't played us yet. That will change in seven days. The waiter returns with our separate drinks and tray of shots. We all pick up a shot first and down one. The cold liquor slides down my throat roughly but I hardly make a face. I take a long sip from my beer which I use as a chaser. "Fucking disgusting," Max says, shaking his head.

"Boys!" A voice shouts from a distance but I know it's directed toward us. From my peripheral, I see the source of the familiar voice. "Speaking of fucking disgusting," Maddy says under her breath before Aiyden stands in front of our booth. "Congrats on the seventh win, brother. Looks like the football team isn't letting us down again. Unlike last season," Aiyden tells me specifically, chuckling. My jaw clenches. His face pisses me off and there's nothing more I want than to punch him.

Aiyden Johnson is the captain of the basketball team. Personally, we've never gotten along. Why? Because he's a son of a bitch with the same personality as me - only a lot more annoying and superficial - and well, we butt heads a lot. He's probably as disliked as I am and I hate that because I don't want to be similar to him. I choose to believe that I am not.

"We only lost one game last year," I retort, not losing my cool yet. He chuckles. "Two. You lost during the regular season and then you lost in the Orange Bowl. 'Member? I think you do." A shit-eating smirk curves onto his lips. That fucker. I know what he's insinuating without him having to even say it. Of course, I remember losing the Orange Bowl. I was one of the big reasons that we lost. "Get lost, Aiyden," Maddy cuts in, taking a sip from her drink. His eyes flit from me to her. He gives her a once-over. Prick. "Maddy Hayes. Where's the boyfriend?" He arches a dark brow. She glares at him but that's probably just her regular stare.

"Luckily not here to hear anything that comes out of your mouth," she retorts. He chuckles. "Let him know that I'm still interested," he tells her. I'm still calm, but I might just push him if he disrespects her. I have no fucking clue how Lauren ever let this guy near her. Maddy covers her mouth with her hand and leans forward, fake gagging. Her throat bobbles and she clears her throat. I smile. "Sorry I threw up a little in my mouth," she says. Aiyden doesn't wear any type of emotion on his face as his light brown eyes stay focused on Maddy. "Oh c'mon, I thought you liked black guys? I look exactly like your man," Aiyden says.

Maddy makes a face. "Leave her the hell alone, man," Max cuts in. "And get the hint. No one wants you here," Maddy adds. I give him a fake smile. "Bye," I say. He chuckles and shakes his head before leaving. "Asshole," Maddy says, stabbing one of the ice cubes in her glass. I don't waste any more of my breath on Aiyden as I scope the room for someone I might find interest in. The place is full of people from Oak Hill. It's a Saturday night after a game so the place is packed with a bunch of people who want to drink as well as celebrate our win from earlier.

My eyes land on a brunette in the middle of the room. She's in the middle of two blondes, the three of them dancing against each other. Her hair is long. Long enough for me to wrap my fists around twice. Her lips are plump and painted red. Her skin is tan and she has these legs that seem to go on forever. Yeah, I think she will do. I chug the rest of my beer. "I'll be right back," I tell my friends. They all nod as I stand up and make my way over to the group of girls.

Their eyes find mine even before I get to them. I don't pay attention to the two blondes, solely placing my attention on the brunette. "Hey," I say to her specifically as I reach them. They all hold their drinks in their hands now. "Hi," they all say at the same time. "I'm Cgc," I introduce myself. "I know. I mean- Nessa, hi. This is Kenzie and Fallon," the brunette says, introducing her friends who I do not care about. Her cheeks flush a light shade of pink which reminds me of Brynn. Fuck. No, it doesn't remind me of her. I take that back.

I shake the cobwebs out of my brain before speaking. "Wanna dance?" I ask Nessa, putting my hand out towards her. I see both of her friend's eyes widen from my peripheral but I don't pay much more attention to them. Nessa nods quickly as she places her hand in mine. Her long fingers enclose around my hand as I pull her away from her friends and deeper into the bar. I tug her body closer to mine. Her back is pressed up to my chest and her ass is aligned with my groin. The song playing is perfect for grinding which is what she starts doing against me. I follow her movements, keeping my hand on her waist.

She leans her head back against my chest and looks up at me smiling. Shit. I don't like this. I smile back uncomfortably already starting to get bored and annoyed.

I can't fucking do this.

I draw away from her body, letting go of her completely. She looks at me confused. "Sorry, I gotta use the restroom," I lie. I don't even let her say anything else before I make my way toward the bathroom. I turn on the faucet once I'm inside and wash my face with water. That wasn't as fun as I remember it being. Dancing with girls before kissing them and then eventually sleeping with them used to be something I enjoyed. But I felt absolutely nothing just then. Well, besides uncomfortable and divergent. My dick didn't even get hard, not even a little bit. The way she was rubbing up against me should've done it for me especially since I've lacked touch from a female for months.

Nothing. Happened.

I shake my head and dry my hands with paper towels before exiting the restroom and returning to the booth. "Where'd you go?" Rhys asks with a teasing note in his tone. He probably saw me dancing with Nessa. I shake my head and take the last shot that sits on the tray. The alcohol goes down roughly once again but I don't even care anymore. I know exactly why this shit is happening to me. I'm not suddenly fucking broken - or maybe I am because there's no way in hell that this is happening.

Rhys waves down a waitress and picks up my empty glass. "Another beer," he tells her. She nods and takes the glass from his hands. He pats my back twice. "Happens to the best of us, bro." He doesn't even have to ask me. He knows what the fuck just happened. I shake my head again. Fuck you, Brynn. Sincerely, wholeheartedly. Fuck. You.