What One Wants

Yes, I know what you are thinking – oh wow, another story involving football players and falling for ‘the different girl’, but hey I can’t help it. I love those kinds of stories, and since it kind of has something to do with my life, it just makes sense! I normally don’t write fiction like this, I prefer to read and beta, but I figured I would give it a shot. So be gentle and please review and let me know how good or bad this is.
So naturally, the places and names of this story are all fictional, including the college and town the college is in. It just makes things easier for me. The characters are all mine and any similarity to anyone else is purely coincidental. Please don’t copy/steal my work. Any similarity to other stories is purely coincidental also, while the plot may seem familiar to begin with, let the story play out – there might be a surprise thrown in there somewhere!!

Ideally she would have woken up early and had time to enjoy the shower and take her time to make sure that he hair was expertly coiffed and her make-up just so, but after cramming all night for a test in physics class, there was no way she would have that.

Polly had managed to find a pair of red and black checkered pants and a plain black tank in her clean clothes hamper and was now hastily pulling her dark black hair up into a neat ponytail. She left the bangs down and after applying the curling iron to them to curl them under slightly she began to lacquer them down with a copious amount of hairspray. In her opinion there was no such thing as ‘too much’ hairspray, not when one was trying to achieve a certain look. The look she was sporting now was what her friends liked to call 50’s punk. A mix of Betty Paige looks and punk inspired clothing. Polly wasn’t really sure that 50’s punk was an appropriate term but it worked. She’d been classed with Gwen Stephani not too long ago, and while she really liked the look of the celebrity, she didn’t feel that she was necessarily in her class.

The small bathroom soon became a cloud of noxious hairspray and Polly coughed the fumes from her lungs and then went into the living room where her best friend and roommate, Krista Thomas, was lounging on the over-sized brown couch in the middle of the room. The apartment was furnished in a very eclectic style, with pieces from just about every theme imaginable, but in the end, it all seemed to tie in nicely. The apartment suited the both of them, because they were much like the space, different.

Where Polly was the child of proud Brazilian working class parents, with her slightly darker complexion, black hair, and almond shaped pale brown eyes, Krista was the blond hair, blue eyes child of upper class parents who doted on their child at every expense. They seemed an odd matched at first sight, but once a person got to know the girls more, they realized that the difference was purely appearance only. They had the same personalities and ambitions and because of that they were inseparable.

Krista looked up from the issue of Vogue she held and gave Polly a once over. In contrast to Polly’s outfit, Krista wore a pair of designer jeans and an equally expensive ‘vintage’ inspired shirt with a pair of heeled shoes. Her blond hair hung in natural curls down her back and she had perfectly applied natural looking make-up adorning her already perfect complexion.

Polly watched Krista’s pink glossed lips curl into a smile and frowned at her.

“And when is this look gonna change?” Krista asked, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table and standing up. Polly scowled at her and grabbed her messenger bag from the floor next to the coffee table.

“When I feel that it’s played out.” Polly retorted and with her nose in the air she walked by Krista. Krista laughed and followed her out the door and down the three flights of stairs to the main level and out into the bright Georgia morning. Morelane University was only two blocks from the apartments so the girls usually walked the distance instead and wasting the time and energy driving and dealing with student parking.

“There’s a party at Sammy’s house tonight.” Krista said, pulling out her Blackberry and pulling up her calendar. Polly turned her head and lifted her brows.

“You planning on going?” Polly asked. Krista nodded.

“Come with me. You haven’t been to a party in a while. You need to let loose.” Krista said. Polly bit her lip and considered for a moment. She did need to get out. It seemed like she’d been cooped up for far too long studying for classes. This was the last day of classes for the week and a week off next week so naturally parties would be in full effect for the next ten days.

“Sure, why not. The others going?” By others Polly meant the rest of the immediate group-Susie Norris, Rebecca Smith and Tony Smart. While Tony was the only male member of the group, he claimed that being gay made him a half female member and therefore worthy of being classified as ‘one of the girls’.

“I am pretty sure. Becca was the only one who not sure if she was going home or staying.” Krista answered.

They had arrived to the campus and were making their ways to their respected buildings. They paused in the quad and made arrangements to meet at the student lounge later that afternoon and figure out what the deal was for tonight with the rest of the gang.

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“I’m telling you man, she was all over my shit!”

Simon Walker looked across the locker room at his best friend Aaron Schmidt and could only laugh. Aaron was currently regaling him with the adventures from the previous night with some girl that had sparked his interest down at Moe’s. Simon had left the bar long before Aaron had met up with the chick so Aaron had to catch him up to speed on what went down.

“Of course, you didn’t see the need to stop her.” Simon stated pulling the plain jersey over his head and tossing it down onto the ground. He grabbed a white towel out of his locker and looked over at Aaron.

“Man, listen, if a chick wants to blow me in the bathroom of a bar, who am I to stop her wishes?” Aaron asked, holding his arms out to the side. Simon rolled his eyes and headed to the showers.

The guys had just finished up their morning football practice. It was the two-a-day time of year, and coach was working the guys for all they had. With the possibility of State in their future, coach was taking no chances with his boys and insisting on keeping them game ready at all times.

Simon was the team’s starting corner-back and one of the team captains. It was his responsibility to be in excellent condition and to maintain a good academic grade. So while most of the guys on the team preferred to go out most nights and drink and hook up with random girls, Simon liked to stay in and either study or work on his conditioning. If he wasn’t in his room, than more than likely he could be found in the team’s gym lifting weights.

He could, with no problem, be just like all the other guys. He was handsome – shaggy brown hair that always seemed to fall into his eyes and ice blue eyes that were always focused on what was around him. He stood over six feet – topping at 6’3” – and had a lithe but muscular frame. He wore what was comfortable to him, jeans and t-shirts or a hoodie and his ever present chucks. One of the guys once told him he was worse than a girl with all the chucks he had littering the bottom of his closet floor.

Aaron was the starting safety and one of the other captains on the team. They were just about the same height, Aaron an inch shorter, and he was far more muscular than Simon. Aaron sported black hair cut close to his head and brown eyes that never seemed to be anything but smiling. He was the natural jokester of the crew and was willing to do whatever it cost for a laugh. Aaron also loved girls and Simon felt sure that if Aaron could major in sleeping with as many chicks as possible, Aaron would surpass anyone else in that degree program.

“Listen, you gotta go to the party tonight at Sammy's place.” Aaron said, punching Simon lightly in the arm after they left the locker room. Simon held his back pack over one shoulder and looked around the quad area.

“What’s so special about this party?” Simon asked. Aaron snorted.

“You need to get laid, man. This is the perfect opportunity. When’s the last time you got some anyway?” Aaron asked. Simon rolled his eyes and elbowed Aaron in the side.
“None of your fucking business.” He replied and Aaron barked out a laugh that had several passerby looking their way.

“Jesus man, has it been that long? Just come and see what’s up and if you want to bail then do it.” Aaron said as they walked into the building that held their next class.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to be your wing man tonight, Maverick.” Simon agreed.

“Not like I need you anyway, you should be asking me to help you out in that department.” Aaron said ducking into the lecture room before Simon managed to slap the back of his head.