Destiny's Detour (4 page)

I am surprised when we walk out to find David, Troy, Ryan, and Chase waiting for us, all standing with big smiles on their faces, propped up against the side of the building. It’s obvious they all took a quick shower as each of them has wet hair. They all are wearing football shorts and t-shirts. I can’t help but take a long gaze at Troy, scanning him from head to toe. He is giving me a smirk as if he knows a secret that I don’t know.

I start to say something to him when I notice Buffy and Vicky walking towards us.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath.

I start to walk off, but Troy grabs me and pulls me to him.

“You didn’t think you could get away from me that easy, did you?”

“One could always dream,” I deadpan.

Chase and Ryan are laughing. Troy pulls me closer as Buffy approaches him.

“Troy, what are you doing?” she whines.

“Buffy, it’s not your business what I do. It never has been.” His arms tighten around me.

I notice all the guys share a look, and can’t help but wonder what I am missing.

“Plus, you heard me this morning. She lives with me.”

Ugh, stupid Troy. It’s a good thing I’m wrapped in his arms, because the need to punch him is overwhelming.

Amy is struggling to hold in her laugher. I turn to glare at her.

“Thanks for helping, Bitch.”

She just shrugs.

“We don’t have time for this. Let’s go grab our lunch,” David finally says.

The six of us start walking away, but Troy does not let me go. When I realize that Buffy is no longer in view, I shake him off and nail him in the arm, just for the hell of it.

“Damn Girl, who taught you to hit like a man?”

“I had no choice but to learn to hit like a man, you idiot. I grew up with you and David. Now explain to me why I am helping you piss off Buffy
?
”

T
roy does not reply to my question. Instead, he continues walking.

We go to the Food Court on campus where we meet up with two other guys from the football team. Mark and Keith are just as big as the other guys are, but I’m taken by surprise when I notice they are twins with identical black hair and dark, almost black eyes.

We’re sitting around talking and joking when the hair on the back of my neck stands at attention. I look around to find what is causing the sensation, and that is when I spy Buffy sending me death glares. Why did she follow us? I still haven’t gotten an answer from Troy about why he is going through all this trouble to piss off Buffy. I am getting irritated because everyone else seems to understand the situation that I am not privy to yet. Amy and I are the only ones left in the dark. Amy must find the situation hilarious because she keeps snickering at me. Of course, she would find it funny. She isn’t the one having to put up with Troy’s stunts. I am sure her time will come, though.

It seems weird that just two nights ago, I slept with Troy, and now I act as if I can’t stand him. But that’s our relationship for you. Troy and I have always had that love, hate thing going. Troy is the only other guy besides David who is allowed to tease me. David and Troy would hurt anyone else who did the things they have done to me. Troy also gets away with flirting with me in front of David. He always has. David trusts Troy to treat me with respect, I guess. It’s the only reason I can think that Troy has been allowed to get away with so many things.

Troy’s arm is slung across my shoulders while I sit and listen to the guys talk about how practice went. When I look up, I notice two guys walking towards our table. As they get closer, I can feel the tension building at our table. Amy and I give each other a WTF glance. I can’t help but notice how cute they are, but if all my guys have an issue with them, then there has to be something wrong.

“Charlie, what can we do for you?” David asks in a terse voice.

“Well, we noticed these two lovely ladies sitting with you losers, and thought we would come rescue them.” The taller of the two guys with short, spiky blond hair does all the talking. As he says this, he leans towards me, lifts my hand to his lips, and kisses it. “My name is Charlie. What is your name, Beautiful?”

Douche much? Did he just call my brother and friends losers? Seriously? I am going to have to rein in my temper before I punch this ass in the face. Not to mention, he is hitting on me with Troy obviously staking his claim.

“Aw, well, aren’t you just the sweetest. You may not be too bright, but at least you have a cute face. You’re not my type, Hunny,” I say as I jerk my hand away.

His eyes widen. “I am sure I can change your mind. You can’t be that attached to Daniels. School hasn’t even started yet,” he says, taken aback by my comment.

“Oh, you would be surprised just how attached I am to Troy. We go way back. Let me introduce myself. I am Destiny. Destiny Williams.”

Recognition crosses his face.

“Williams? What are you, his sister?” He rudely points to David.

“Wow, can’t get anything past this one. I’m sure you just have to beat the girls off with a stick,” I reply sarcastically.

Boy, he is really itching on my last nerve. I pray he is not assigned to me for any spirit activities during football season. I might have a hard time doing something nice for him.

David finally interrupts our banter.

“Keep it movin’ and leave my sister be. You are interfering with our lunch and we’re trying to enjoy it.”

Charlie looks like he may say more, then thinks better of it, nudges his silent friend, and walks off. Watching them retreat, I am not the least bit surprised when they sit at the table with Buffy and Vicky.

“David, what is with that douche?” I ask. This causes the rest of the guys at the table to crack up. Amy is smiling at me because we think so much alike.

“Just another jealous asshole. I think he’s jealous of us because we all are first string, and then let’s face it, people are always jealous when they find out who our dad is.”

I make a face to show my disgust.

Troy finally moves his arm from around my shoulders and we relax and enjoy our food. The guys have trays piled high with pizza and burgers. Amy and I have salads and fruit. I am kind of hating the guys right now, but I know better than to eat something heavy when I am going back to dance. When we finish eating, we realize that we still have an hour before any of us have to report to practice, so we decide to just sit there and talk.

A hand slides up my upper thigh, but I make no sign of acknowledgment. I want to see where he is going to take this. His hand moves up and down my thigh. When I notice Jessica and Megan entering the courtyard, I signal Amy to go grab them to come sit with us. Being the only two girls around all this testosterone gets old quick. The new additions to our table don’t deter Troy’s hand from traveling further up the inside of my thigh. I have to put a stop to it because I can feel my sex responding to his touch. As discreetly as possible, I put my hand on top of his to halt his exploration. I’m shocked by the fact that not only does he not move his hand, but also actually entwines our fingers and sits there through the rest of lunch holding my hand in secret. I am trying to forget about the way he is making me feel and just focus on talking to Jessica and Megan.

Returning to the locker room after lunch, we all get back into practice gear and dance shoes so that we can start going over routines for our first pep rally and game time performance.

I am slipping my shoes on when Amy sits down beside me.

“What was going on under the table at lunch today?” Amy whispers.

I look at her in shock and whisper back, “Please, tell me no one else noticed.”

She grins and says, “No. I just know my BFF and I could just tell something was going on”

“After practice today, let’s stop by Starbucks and I’ll fill you in. That way, there is no chance of us being overheard.”

We make our way into practice room, and following Mandy’s orders, stretch out our muscles. After running through a warm-up dance to get the blood flowing, the real work begins. She teaches us the steps for our pep rally dance as a group, which is one of the things I like about the college dance team. Each routine is learned together when it’s new, and when we all have it mastered, placements are assigned along with any special parts that might be added.

Two hours later, we have learned all of the counts for our pep rally routine, but have to wait until tomorrow to find out where we will be in the lineup for the dance. All in all, today’s dance practice has been successful for all of us.

Buffy corners me in the dressing room after practice.

“I will win Troy back, so watch your back slut.”

Nice. How am I a slut? I didn’t do a damn thing. I can’t wait to talk to Troy tonight and find out what the deal is with Buffy. This crap needs to stop.

Amy and I stop at Starbucks as planned on the way home, place our order, and go find a seat to relax for a few minutes with our lattes. Since I really want to know what my best friend thinks, I launch into my story about Troy and lunch.

She listens intently, and then asks, “Well, why did you keep holding his hand?”

Seriously, that’s all she comes up with?

I stop and think. “Hell if I know, Amy. I guess cause I liked it”

“I think my little player is falling for a guy.” She smiles at me.

“What!?” I squeak out.

Is she crazy?
I am not falling for Troy.
Am I?

After finishing off our coffee, we make our way home. I did promise to cook, after all. But when we get there, Ryan, Chase, Keith, and Mark are at our house watching a movie. Rethinking the whole dinner business, I look in the living room at the guys.

“Who wants pizza for dinner?” I get a loud chorus of ‘Me’, so I sit down at the kitchen counter with my laptop, and place an order for delivery.

“David, the pizza is paid for and it’s ten larges. It will be here in forty-five minutes. I’m going to take a shower.”

I make my way upstairs to my room, lay clean clothes out on the bed, and make my way into my bathroom to start the shower. As the water warms up, I grab a brush from my bag. My tight muscles ease under the hot, beating spray and I relax while I wash the sweat and grime off my tired body. When the hot water starts to run out, I reluctantly step out and wrap myself in a soft towel.

A light knock on my bedroom door catches me by surprise. I cross my room and open the door to find Troy on the other side.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” he asks.

I motion him in, close the door behind him, and lock it since I still need to get dressed. I figure there is no reason to be embarrassed with him in here while I change. After all, he has seen me naked before. Not to mention, with all those years of growing up together, he has seen me in little to no clothing many times.

Troy sits down on the edge of my bed. He grabs my hand and tugs me closer to him as he looks up at me he begins speaking.

“I figure I should explain about Buffy.”

“That would be nice. Seeing as how you turned the captain of my dance team into my enemy.”

“Ya, I know. Sorry about that. I really didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

“Ok, so spill. What is going on with you two?” I sit down beside him, not even bothering to dress at this point.

“So, I met her at a party last year and we hooked up. After the party, I tried to take her out on a few dates and see if it could turn into somethin’. But damn, you’ve met her. She is one shallow bitch.” He scoots closer to me and grabs my hand. “I told her that things weren’t goin’ to work out between us. She didn’t want to take no for an answer. Kept sayin’ that we had to be together since we were the perfect couple. Now, she is on me like a fly on shit and decides to threaten every girl she sees me messin’ with. I knew if she saw me with you, she would freak, but you can hold your own. Thought you could put her in check for me. Finally get her off my back. I know you won’t take her shit.”

I can see where he is coming from, but really? He couldn’t have warned me first? He is lucky that I think quickly on my feet. So now, I understand the whole Buffy thing, but that still doesn’t explain the playing with my thigh and holding my hand at lunch. Do I even want to ask him about that? I am torn on what to do.

Troy is still sitting on the bed and I’m starting to feel chilled and need to get dressed. I grab my bra and panties, and head into the bathroom. As I walk back into my bedroom, Troy’s lust filled eyes rake over my body. My only thought at this moment is
Oh Boy. I am in trouble
. I walk over to my bed, grab the yoga pants, and slip into them, but before I can get my tank top on, Troy grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap.

He whispers, “I have to do this…” right before his lips crash into mine. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding me close to him, while the other goes up into my hair, gripping it tightly.

At first I am stunned and don’t respond to his kiss, but I quickly get over my shock and begin kissing him back. My hands wrap around his neck and I dig me nails into his hair just a bit as the kiss intensifies. Troy’s hands begin to wander around the waistline of my pants. I don’t understand what is going on between Troy and I. There has never been this kind of attraction between us before. It’s all so strange, yet right at the same time. We finally break apart, and I get up, slip on my tank top, and walk out of the bedroom, leaving a stunned Troy behind.