Never Have I Ever

• Chapter Twenty-Five •

I won like I knew I would and Drea was pissed off about it. Soon as I passed the white line I dropped where I stood, breathing heavily. She was fast as fuck I'll give her that, she was hairs behind me the whole time.

I flipped her the middle finger, "You said you was gone smoke who?" I said in between deep breaths. She was standing over me with her hands on her knees also out of breath.

Drea smacked my hand down, "I fucking hate you." She grumbled, "You cheated."

I burst out laughing, "How the fuck can I cheat in running?" I don't even think it was possible.

Drea shook her head and stood up right, "I don't know, but you did it." She pointed down at me. I rolled my eyes. She's losing it, bro.

I smirked at her, throwing my hands under my head. "Is this how you act when you lose a match? Like a sore fucking loser."

That set her off even more. With a shriek she was on top of me trying to kill me. She straddled my lap and I felt light and some not so light hits raining down on me.

I tried to dodge her hits, but she was too fucking quick, "Help!" I yelled at Hudson and Eric after I heard them laughing. She got a couple more hits off before Hudson came to my rescue. Some roommate he is.

"Alright, that's enough," Hudson laughed. He yanked Drea off of me and she fought like a pitbull in his arms. I jumped up and went to hide behind Eric. I grabbed him by his hips and ducked behind his frame.

"You're dead, Adams! Dead!" She shouted as she got pulled away by my roommate. I don't know where he was taking her to.

I egged her on, "Don't worry I'll just run away! Can't catch me anyway!" I heard her gasp sharply and fight harder in Hudson's arm. He had both arms wrapped around her waist and his face turned red.

I felt Eric vibrate in laughter under my hands, "Nigga, shut up before she fuck you up."

I sucked my teeth and pushed him away from me. He stumbled a little bit before turning around to face me with a frown etched on his face, ""You shut up before I fuck you up. How bout that?"

Eric smirked and nodded his head at me, "Nigga win one race and think they hot shit." He said sarcastically.

"If you wanna lose next just say that." It ain't nothing but space and opportunity now.

He looked from me, to the track, and back at me again, "Word?"

"Word."

He took a couple steps back, "I'll race you to the locker room." Before I could reply he was running off at full speed in a random direction.

I groaned, "Yo! Not fair! I don't even know where the lockers is!" I jogged after him. Wasn't no point in trying to beat him if I ain't know what direction to go in. I definitely didn't give a fuck. I like this view better anyway.

"Better keep up then."

I followed behind him watching his back the whole time. His shirt became like ten times tighter as he ran and the way his muscles stretched across his back made me just wanna run my tongue across them.

Eric looked back at me with a sly smile and then disappeared behind some double doors.

I walked in the locker room, but didn't see Eric. This place was fucking huge, though. For one, I expected actually lockers. These were like cubbies with each having their own individual benches. The room was bright as fuck and the floors were carpet with the Tillman's mascot right in the center. Even after looking around there was no sign of Eric anywhere I could see.