CHAOS STUDY 1: Wreck Me All You Want ✓

Kabanata 05

Scorch

There was nothing I loved more in the world than ice-cold carbonated drinks--and pussy. Despite the overflowing sugar, I lived for that shit. Makakasira 'to sa estriktong diet na sinusunod ko bilang football player, but I could careless. Palagi naman akong sumasabak sa intensive training ni Coach Vans para hindi maging bilbil ang bawat kinakain ko tuwing cheat day.

"Anything else, champ?" tanong ng bartender sa akin. "May ibang brand pa kami ng ginger ale sa backroom. May cream sodas din kami. Baka gusto mong subukan yun."

Umiling lang ako sa kanya.

"Beers? Bourbon? Whiskey?"

Again, I shook my head.

"Okay," sabi ng lalake bago umalis at nagpunas-punas ng mga lamesa sa booths.

The greasy fries I'd ordered from earlier was left sitting cold on the marble counter, barely touched. Nag-order na lang sana ako ng vegan burger kaysa sa fries. The snack had too much oil and salt in it, which after a few bites, I gave up on and put aside. I bet that lipid-ridden garbage was enough to give someone a coronary.

On the small dancefloor, Amos was currently slow-dancing with some brunette chick the minute I gulped down my fourth can of Schweppes. The taste was more muted compared to other brands of ginger ale I'd drunken before; a lot less fizzy but it still had that familiar citrus-y flavor. Sakto lang 'to sa panlasa ko. Hindi gaanong maasim o matapang.

Hangga't sa maaari, ayaw kong uminom ng alak kahit na nakakatukso ang amoy nito sa loob ng bar. It was a self-decreed rule that if I didn't want to get hammered in a random bar in the city, I should avoid beers at all cost. Kaya yun, sinusubukan kong huwag bumigay sa tukso.

The last time I'd been drunk--kahit na dalawang bote lang naman ng Red Horse ang ininom ko--halos kaladkarin ako nina Amos at Beckett pauwi sa dorm. Pagkagising ko rin kinabukasan, parang nakapatong yung langit sa katawan ko dahil sa hangover. Did I mention na nagka-diarrhea pa ako?

That's right folks. Hindi lang mababa ang alcohol-tolerance ko, sensitibo pa ang sikmura ko sa alak.

So yeah. Fuck beers.

I scanned the bar for some likely hookups. Right now, I wanted some action. Masyado na kasing overdue yung kawalan ko ng sexual activity sa mga nakalipas na tatlong linggo. I'd always get cranky if I hadn't been able to tap that particular need of mine. Tingin ko'y ramdam na rin ng buong team yung pagiging moody ko araw-araw dahil do'n. I'd been more snappy than usual. Hindi ko na nga mabilang kung ilang beses ko nang nabubulyawan si Dirk, our big center, na palaging kumakausap sa akin sa maling oras.

I know I had a lot of things on my plate right now--school, my deal with Grady, football--for me to think about sex. But I needed someone to quench the dose I was craving as of the moment.

Kung hahayaan ko lang na lumipas yung na-repressed na simbuyo sa kaloob-looban ko eh baka may masuntok na ako sa susunod na may kumausap sa akin. I didn't want that to happen. Alam kong mero'n naman 'tong kanang kamay ko para magsilbing parausan, pero hindi na nagiging sapat yun.

I needed a wet hole to stick my cock into. My hand wasn't doing it anymore. I wanted a wet, hot pussy to fuck.

Sex and release were a necessity to me. Parang hangin 'to para sa akin. Kailangan ko 'to para mabuhay ng maayos at hindi mabaliw. I never told anyone this before but I was a hypersexual person. By that, I meant my sex drive was off the charts.

In the past, most of the girls I'd bedded hadn't been able to keep up with my ferocity and stamina during fucking. I'd always held back if I got too rough, and the women had all been so easy to wear out after the first round.