“Who the fuck is that and why haven’t I nailed her yet?” Noah asks next to me.
I look at him and frown. I’m not sure why I glare at him, but I can’t stop myself. Noah can be very crass when it comes to women, but then again so can I.
“That’s Hayley,” I reply.
He looks at me quizzically. “You know her?”
I shrug, looking back at where Hayley is now standing and talking to Zander, an arrogant fucker from Vanderbilt. “Yeah, I met her like two weeks ago but I haven’t seen her since.” But I’ve been thinking about her.
“And you didn’t think of introducing us?” Noah asks, slapping my arm.
I shake my head, keeping my gaze fixed on Hayley. In hindsight I’m glad I didn’t introduce them, even if I had the chance. Noah can be a real dick and she probably doesn’t want to get mixed up with a guy like him. Or me, for that matter.
“Oh, I get it,” Noah adds. “You want a go with her first.”
I scoff. “She’s too good for the likes of either of us, you douche-canoe. We know better than to get mixed up with girls like that.”
Noah barks out a loud laugh, causing a few people to look at us, and says, “Oh my god, Cam, you want that girl, don’t you? I can see it on your face right now, the way you’re shooting daggers at that fucktard, Zander.”
“I do not. She’s too nice for me.”
Noah looks at me with a ‘do-I-look-like-a-dumbass’ expression on his face and it quickly turns smug. “Don’t talk shit, Cameron, I’ve known you since we were twelve and discovered what a hard-on is. You can’t lie to me, brother.”
I want to deny it, but the truth is, I’ve had a hard time not thinking about Hayley since I walked away from her those few days ago, when I dropped her off at Campus after giving her a ride. It’s the strangest thing because I don’t believe in ‘getting to know someone’ and ‘seeing where it goes’. That shit is best left in books and movies because, hell, if I’m a fucking knight in shining armor. I’m just another twenty one year old guy that thinks with his dick first, and his brain later. Rachel is an easy lay, and a convenience fuck, but I’m bored. I need a new challenge and I may have just found it.
“Ah, fuck,” Noah mutters, throwing his arms up in defeat. “I know that look, man.”
I grin wickedly and make my way towards Hayley. The last race for the afternoon is in thirty minutes, but all I need is ten.
Zander sees me first and his posture straightens in defense immediately. I hate him and he knows it. He’s such a pussy, especially when he’s always a stroke or two behind me in the pool. Hayley’s head turns in my direction and she blasts me with her gorgeous smile.
“Oh, hi Cameron,” she says. “I didn’t know you were on the swim team.”
Our eyes meet briefly before hers slip down the length of my body, stopping to admire my ink. The half-naked angel that curls around my shoulder and down my biceps to my elbow seems to have intrigued her, as her eyes linger there the longest.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m a serial killer and Captain of the swim team. How rude of me.”
She giggles, and as if remembering we’re not completely alone, her head tilts up to Zander. He’s glowering at me. “Zander, this is -”
“I know who he is,” Zander snaps.
“I don’t know how,” I reply smugly. “You’re more familiar with the sight of my ass than you are with my face.”
Hayley starts laughing beside me, cupping her mouth and failing miserably to stifle the noise, and Zander snarls. His eyes dart between Hayley and I, and then stop on her. “It was nice chatting to you, Hayley,” he says stiffly. “Maybe we can grab coffee some time when I’m in town for the next meet.”
“It was nice meeting you, Zander, and good luck,” she replies sweetly.
“Yes, Zander, good luck,” I chime in, mimicking Hayley’s sing-song voice but sounding more like a strangled squirrel instead.
Zander huffs and stalks off.
Pussy.
Everything about that guy sets me off, and in the worst way possible.
I turn back to Hayley and she's looking at me, biting her lip to hide her smile. "What?" I ask, shrugging.
She shakes her head. "Why do I get the feeling that was a pissing contest?"
Smirking, I reply, "He's no competition."
Hayley's about to reply, but she stops herself. Her cheeks turn a shade of red and I immediately want to know what she was about to say. The fact that she's checking me out isn't helping. I know she can see how tight my jammer is, the way it hugs my crotch and my thighs. They don't consist of much fabric, but they're streamlined and help improve my speed in the water. I'm suddenly glad they don't leave much to the imagination.
"So, what are you doing here?" I ask, saving her from her own embarrassing thoughts.
She hesitates, as if to remember why she's here. "Oh, uh, Hannah and I got an assignment for our photojournalism class. She decided we’d take some action shots of the swim team, but it was really just an excuse to see the hot guys in their wet swimming gear."
"And have you seen any hot guys yet?" I ask innocently.
"No," she replies, "The 'talent' is somewhat average. I'm rather disappointed."
My face falls and when Hayley sees my expression she bursts out laughing. "Oh, wow," she breathes, "You're too easy."
I wrap my hand around her biceps and pull her two steps closer to me. "I'll have to change your mind then, won't I?"
She sucks in a breath. "About what?" Her voice comes in a breathy whisper.
"I'm anything but average, sweetheart," I say, looking into her shocking green eyes. They have flecks of honey here and there, and are the most brilliant shade of green.
As if sensing the moment between Hayley and I, Hannah comes bounding up to us. "Hey Cam," she says happily. Her eyes land on Hayley and then shoot back to me. "I didn't know you two knew each other."
Hayley steps back, loosening my grip on her arm, and her gaze moves to Hannah. "We don't," she says, her voice impassive. "We met two weeks ago when Cameron gave me a ride, after my car broke down."
"Oh," Hannah says. "Well we better get going. I think we have enough pictures for the assignment."
Hayley nods and gives me a half-smile. "Bye, Cameron. Good luck with the rest of your races."
"Thanks," I reply.
She turns and starts walking towards the exit, disappearing amongst the spectators and swimmers. Hannah taps my arm and I look back at her.
"What was up with that? I seriously hope you haven't got your eye on her." She sounds just like Noah.
"And what if I do?" I ask.
"Cam," she whines, her eyes doing the puppy dog thing. Too bad it only works on Noah. "I really like her, and the last friend I had who you screwed stopped being my friend."
"Hannah, will you chill? I just want to get to know her."
Hannah's arms fold over her chest. "What about Rachel?" she asks.
"What about her? She's not my girlfriend, Han, and she sure as hell doesn't control or own me."