Saturday

Seeing the sun out and about from the window of his hospital room, Mark felt his emotions shift again. Although he was feeling much better by this time of day, he was still too sore to leave hospital by the orders of the doctors.

Glancing out the window, he sighed. Deep in thought about what he might be missing out on.

***

College grounds ~ 1:30PM

The courtyards were packed with students and others as they enjoyed the beautiful weather on show for the big day.

The celebration of the hall tournament was one that everyone had been waiting for. Not many actually cared if their hall won, the money was all going straight to their charity but the day itself was quite a fun one.

Around the courtyards, their were all sorts of different carnival games, certain rides, a massive Ferris wheel and plenty of food and drink trucks that were always appreciated by everyone.

Almost all of Mark’s friends and peers were there this beautiful Saturday Afternoon.

Walking in there around lunch time was Dirty Dale. He didn’t have too many friends here, in all honesty, he had none. So coming out to a very social event like this was something he never really expected to take part in.

The nerd hesitantly made his way through the crowd. For someone who didn’t go out much, this was a huge step for him, even if he was only going to be out here for just a couple of hours before heading back to his room.

Dale suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed someone ahead, talking to a blonde hair boy by the name of Ryan Tanner. The girl was none of than the biggest cock tease on campus, Jess. The brunette was twisting the end of her long brown hair, looking up at the tall and well built college boy.

She had on tight back jeans and a black tube top that covered her breasts. Watching from afar, Dale could only think of one thing, watching her and Ali on his computer screen, fingering themselves to a beautiful orgasm in the showers.

Dale had to cover his own groin area as he started to realise that his boner was getting out of control. Before he could really let it settle, Dale was bumped over by a couple of college footballers.

“Get out of the way you fucking dork,” one of them said.

The other just stared back at him as they continued to walk off, almost as if they were sending a warning to him to not challenge them.

So embarrassed and afraid of the older guys, Dale stayed on the ground until they were well out of sight to get up.

He already wanted to go back to his room.

***

The two footballers continued their walk through the crowd, barging through anyone who would get in their space. Their varsity jackets were worn as if it was a sign of their power and dominance they held here.

“Fuck these days are so stupid,” the one with the mullet, better known as Dixon muttered to his friend and teammate.

“You can say that again,” the other said, pulling out a flask from his pocket to take a swig with as they walked.

“You gonna share some of that or what, Marotta,” Dixon said, seeing the flask.

Derek Marotta, the good looking brown haired boy gave Dixon the flask so he could try and get on his level.

They eventually took a seat down at a side bench where they were going to meet a few more of their teammates soon.

“Heard from Walker yet? Still in hospital?” Dixon asked him.

“He’s not getting out until next week. He’s so fucking pissed off, can’t believe he fucking trusted that Rodgers with his car.”

Dixon shook his head still in disbelief, “What the fuck did I tell him, don’t trust that mother fucker. Dude never played football in his life.”

He may have been right but Mark had enough athleticism that had helped the side win its first game of the year. Their own win of the entire season, something that Dixon would never take into account.

“Well it doesn’t matter now, he won’t be part of the team any longer. Neither of them will be playing for at least the rest of the year,” Marotta replied, taking another swig from the flask.

They both sat there, watching people walk past, making comments about the girls they found attractive.

“Ever fucked her?” Marotta asked Dixon, pointing out a tall brunette with a decent sized rack.

He shook his head, watching the way Marotta smirked watching her move.

“You’re missing out, fucking wild one in the sack… mmm god wouldn’t mind that slut on my cock tonight,” Marotta bragged.

For the next few minutes, he pointed out every girl that walked past that he had some sort of sexual history with. There wasn’t any denying how good looking of a guy he was so nothing he was saying was any word of a lie.

Sitting next to him, the smaller even more arrogant boy with his mullet couldn’t hide the jealousy on his face. The southern lad didn’t have the same sort of luck with women. One of the reasons why he resorted to such violent and sexually aggressive actions towards women on campus.

“She’s easy,” Marotta said, pointing out a short blonde in a white sundress.

Dixon perked up as soon as he saw who he was talking about, it was Maple, a girl that he had **** himself onto, getting his way just a week or two ago.

“Oh I know all about that slut, fuck she’s such a dirty whore, couldn’t get enough of my cock,” Dixon lied to his mate.

***

“Where are you?” the short blonde said as she stood in the middle of people walking while she spoke on her phone.

Maple was deep in conversation with someone on the phone before she was joined by that exact person who had finally found her.

“Oh my god, finally, where have you been,” Maple said, giving her blonde haired friend, Daniel a nice big hug.

“Right here, just couldn’t see you, there’s so many damn people here. Did you want to get a burger or something? I’m starving!” Daniel said, touching his own stomach.

“Sure! I haven’t eaten yet either,” Maple replied.

Before they made their way over to the food trucks, Maple felt like she was sensing a pair of eyes staring back at her. She peeked over to her left and her heart sunk a bit, seeing Dixon staring right at her, checking out her body.

Her heart seemed to crush more and more, anytime she saw him in public.

Minutes later when they sat down together at a table with a burger and fries each, Daniel could sense that very thing. The blonde girl had lost her appetite and could barely get through her burger.

“Maple are you okay? I thought you were hungry?” he asked her.

She nodded, trying to **** a smile. As much as he wanted to believe her, Daniel could tell that this wasn’t the case. He started to notice her hands shaking, her lips whimpering.

“Are you sure? We can get out of here if you want?” Daniel asked her again.

“No, no, I’m fine, I don’t want anymore of this though, I just need a drink,” she then said, pushing her food aside.

Like many before her, she picked out **** as the one thing that could solve her woes.