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she’s staring at my dick. That’s signal for ‘I want to fuck your brains out’, but I’m not on the hunt tonight.
    I look behind myself at Tia, now standing awkwardly alone while I try to deal with whoever this is.
    “I’m Emma, running.”
    I’m wondering what a weird name ‘Emma Running’ is until I realize she’s listing her sport like everyone does here as if it’s some disease or addiction. ‘Hi, I’m Blake, Blake Swimming’.
    Emma Running drags a finger across the bar, a droplet caught below it. “Do you come here often?”
    I look back again but Tia’s gone. Fuck.
    I can’t believe Track & Field used my own line on me. “Look,” I start, “I’m actually really busy, sorry, I can’t—”
    “Oh,” she pouts, “you haven’t got time for timid little me?”
    She’s trying to look sexy but it’s coming across like constipation. I never thought I’d ever say this, but I just want her to go the fuck away.
    “Another time.” I flash her my pearly whites, moving to leave, but Emma isn’t done. She takes my arm, pressing herself against me. “Come on now. We’ve barely gotten to know one another.”
    Picking up has almost become too easy around here. Every girl on campus wants to tick Goliath off her bucket list. It’s a rite of passage.
    I’m so busy trying to stop this girl pulling my pants off right here I haven’t noticed Ethan draw Tia off to the side of the bar.
    “I placed third in…” Emma continues.
    He’s leaning towards her, hand on the bar but moving closer. I’ve seen this guy work before. Hell, I taught him everything he knows, used him as a wingman countless times.
    “My dream is to…”
    Tia looks uncomfortable at first, but the more Ethan talks the more relaxed she seems to become. Come on. You’re smart. You can see through him.
    “Do you work out? Your arms…”
    I wish Marion Jones here would get out of the way so I get a better look at what Ethan’s up to. She places a hand on my chest. “I’m all yours if you want me.”
    I push her aside as gently as I can. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.”
    I hear “asshole” behind my back as I cut in next to Ethan. “What’s happening over here?”
    He shoves something back into his pocket. “Blake. Thought you were busy with your running friend over there?”
    I put on a smile. “Not really in the mood for crazy tonight.”
    I look at Tia. “Let’s get out of here. What do you say?”
    “Actually, I think I might stay a while,” she says, looking at Ethan with those shamrock eyes I can’t seem to shake.
    The fuck? I can’t believe she’s being sucked into his web. Wasn’t she paying attention at the pool?
    I turn my attention to Ethan. “Big day of training tomorrow, brother. We should all hit the hay.”
    He chuckles. “Since when did you become the sleep police, Johnson? I mean, fuck, you’re normally the life of the party.”
    “Is he?” notes Tia, watching me.
    I reach out to her. “Come on.”
    She backs away. “I’ll see you back at the apartment.”
    “Fine,” I snap, throwing my hands up. “Suit yourself. I’m out of here.”
    “Blake?” Cutter calls, but I ignore him, heading out into the cold with my fists clenched and temples pounding.
    For the first time in a long time I’m pissed off and I can’t place why. Even when I get back to the apartment I storm around, pacing and kicking at anything sizeable or foolish enough to stand in my path.
    Billy comes out of his room, handful of tissues in one hand, holding his pants up with the other. “Fuck, bro, what crawled up your ass tonight?”
    “Nothing,” I respond, looking through the fridge for a beer but coming up empty.
    “Whatever,” says Billy, closing his door.
    I sit on a stool and think, trying to pinpoint why I’m feeling like this, and then it hits me, a feeling I haven’t felt in a very long time.
    Holy shit. I’m jealous.
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    TIA
    I’m nervous sitting at the café next to the gymnasium