Jagger

The music wasn't getting any softer and I could tell Julia wasn't interested.

Hell, I wasn't either, but I was lonely and tired of the regular girls I hooked up with. Julia was pretty—not my type, but that didn't matter when all I wanted was a piece of ass anyway.

Julia wasn't falling for my bullshit, though. Once she spotted another friend, she waved goodbye to me and headed in a different direction.

"Denied.." I whispered to myself as I watched her slide into the kitchen with her girlfriend.

Moose, a quarterback and good friend of mine, laughed heartily as he watched my sex life go down the tubes.

"Shit, Jag, you can't even laid by the nerd?" He slapped me on the back and smiled, "Fuck her—go for Rhoda."

I sighed. I didn't want Ride-Me-Rhoda, either.

"Why do you heathens have to get laid at all of the frat parties?" Carlene said as she stepped in front of us, "It's a party, not an orgy."

I smiled, "You're just jealous no one's fucking you tonight, Car."

Carlene laughed, "I'm not interested in anyone at these things. I don't even like coming to them."

Moose sighed, "Well, the night's dying down anyway so I guess we'll all be going home alone."

Julia

I didn't see Jagger for quite some time and it floored me that I was even trying to look for him.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Somehow we managed to avoid that awkward conversation again. I didn't want to be used by him—he was cute, though, but I couldn't do it.′

When we did spot each other again, he was surrounded by women and a couple of fan boys who thought he was some kind of hero because he played football.

I watched him from the corner of my eye as he spoke with Carlene and Moose. The jealousy weaseling it's way into my veins like the plague. Did he sleep with Carlene? Did he think she was prettier than me? Why was Moose trying to get me to wave to him?

Heather and Stephanie popped in for a time and ushered me into an upstairs bedroom.

"So? Where's Jagger?" Heather asked me, her eyes glistening with anticipation, "If you don't snag that dude up, I sure as hell will."

"The last time I saw him he was talking with Moose and Carlene," I shrugged, "Anyway, I'm ready to go. I've got a lot of stuff to get done."

"What, like reading?" Jagger's voice echoed in my ears as Heather and Stephanie squealed, "Hey..didn't mean to interrupt.."

He had a girl on his arm and a lustful look in his eye, but it wasn't for her—he was looking at me.

"Yeah, because that's all I do," I rolled my eyes and walked passed him as my friends followed.

For some reason, Jagger tried to reach out to me, but I didn't want to deal with his machismo ways.

"Girl, you coulda been her," Stephanie shook her head as they walked me back to my dorm, "Could have been Jagger's next notch in his belt."

I laughed, "Yep...that's definitely what I'm striving for. Thanks for taking me out tonight, guys. I appreciate it."

Heather looked to Stephanie and back to me, "Well, it's orientation and then spirit week so...we...are going to be kidnapping you quite a lot actually."

I sighed and shook my head, "More parties? Seriously? You know I am not into this scene."

"So many fucking parties! Live a little, Julia! Let loose! Go wild! Be free!" Heather yelped, kissing me on the cheek as she and Stephanie headed out.

I was about to turn and walk down the hall to my dorm when the front entrance opened again and in waltzed Jagger and that girl he was with at the house.

"Oh, look it's the book worm," the girl said, clearly inebriated, her speech slurring and her eyes barely able to make contact with mine. I simply kept my cool. I didn't like conflict anyway and Jagger actually looked a little embarrassed.

Jagger shook his head and smiled, "I think there's been enough partying for one night, Stasia."

"Boo..." she whined, "That's no fun..."

I watched as he helped her into her dorm and allowed the door to shut behind her before she had the chance to say anything.

"Julia.." he tipped his head and headed back out, but not before turning to face me, "If you ever want some company, you know where to find me."

"I will be sure to catch you at those football games, Jagger—the ones I don't go to."

"Is that all you think that I do? I do have other interests, ya know," he said.

"What? Play football and sleep around? It's all I've seen you do."

"You mean Stasia? I haven't slept with her."

"Not yet."

He was about to say something else to me when a group of students walked in and I turned to walk up the stairs to my dorm.

I could feel Jagger's eyes on me and it made me itch with need—need I didn't want him or any other cute guy to see.

He and I always had a strange relationship—it was either bantering like we hated each other or the guy was letting me borrow his jacket.

There was no in between.