I don't even know what chapter this is. Maybe 17? Ah hell, no wonder my teammates think I'm smoking pot...

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I woke up semi-late the next morning. I'd had a good dream, but what had it been about? I couldn't remember too well. I felt incredibly sore from the game. So much that I could barely move without having something hurt. I turned over and saw Amanda Green lying next to me. She was awake already and looking at me with amused interest. I guess that figured.

My activities of the night before were slowly coming back to me. I cringed a little. What the hell had I done now? She crawled over to me and laid on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulder, letting her fingers fall in the grooves between my ribs. I turned my face away from her, allowing my professor to do with me as she pleased, but not particularly wanting to watch. After a minute she just looked at me, still holding onto my ribcage.

"You were incredible. When I was in college I used to avoid all the football players because I thought I was better off with nerds for boyfriends. I had no idea all that muscle makes such a difference. And I can't believe how much endurance you have. You must've kept your girlfriends in high school very happy," she said almost seductively. I felt my skin warming again. Her weight on top of me was unbelievably tempting, but a little frightening now that I was sober.

"This was my first time," I said weakly. My mouth was dry and I was feeling the effects of my hangover. Oh God, what had I done?

Amanda looked stunned. "You're kidding me! You're a virgin!"

"Not anymore," was my deadpan reply. I'd been brought up by strict Catholics, and even though I'd had several close calls I had always been deterred because I knew that if my parents even suspected me of doing something of that nature they would take my car away and make me quit football. It would be the excuse they were looking for to make me quit. Later in high school the same factor had forced me to tone down my weekend activities.

Amanda kissed me softly on the lips, her long hair cascading down around me. She allowed a soft moan to escape her lips.

"You could teach my husband a thing or two about how to make a girl scream a man's name. I can't wait to find out how good you'll be after I put some miles on you," she said between kisses. Suddenly I felt sick, and not just from my hangover. A thirty year old woman telling me how she was going to make me her sex toy was disturbing, no matter how hott she was. I pushed her away slightly, using my forearm to shield myself from her.

"So, you have been with students. I'm sure that if I had parents they wouldn't like it that I have a Prof who picks up intoxicated students in bars." She smiled at me.

"Yeah, well, I'm sort of hitting my mid-life crisis early, just like everything else. Trust me, last night wasn't exactly normal for me. You're my first besides my husband, and you're also my first ever act of rebellion. I've been the perfect person all my life, and I decided to make a last gasp effort to be a teenager before my looks fade." I didn't meet her gaze.

"What about your husband? Why would you want to cheat on him?" I asked, ashamed for both of us. If she knew anything about me she would be running back to him...She only rolled her eyes at me, suddenly seeming annoyed.

"Oh, that loser. Because he cheated on me first I suppose. We're in the middle of getting a divorce. It'll be over in a couple of months, then I'll never have to see him again." She smiled again, eyes glazed, seeming to like the idea of that.

I looked at my watch. It was ten thirty. I had to be to the practice complex by one to watch film. And if I knew Mac he would be worried about me. Because of the rather obvious exit of my mom from my life Mac had taken on her role in my life recently to a degree. He was a regular mother hen. Then again, being a QB he was used to running the show, and looking after all the guys around him. It was what made him good, better than Bowen anyway. Bowen didn't give a rats ass about his teammates, his so- called friends, or his mother. He only cared about himself, and in my book and a lot of others he had already been doomed to fail at least in football, if not life.

"I have to go home," I said, starting to sit up. I expected her to get off me, but she didn't. Instead her weight slid down so she was straddling my hips, much as she had the night before on the couch. Only the night before when she'd done it I'd had jeans on. Feeling her weight THERE didn't help my cause any, but my reaction to it sure excited her. She smiled, looking down mischievously.

"You're a machine Kane Young," she teased, moving to position herself over me. I stopped her, grabbing her shoulders.

"Don't," I said harshly. "I'm not doing...that...again. If you aren't going to already then I sure don't want to take another chance that you might get pregnant by me." She laughed at me, rolling her eyes to say that I must be stupid, and to say the least her reaction to my very valid concern didn't please me much.

"Don't worry about it. I can't get pregnant. I had a cyst that might've been cancerous removed and there were complications. I don't even have a uterus. That was one reason why my husband and I didn't work out. He wanted to adopt kids, I didn't. I'm semi-married to my work." I nodded, gently moving her off of me and scooting away from her.

"Why me? Why pick me up at a bar and take me home?" I asked. She smiled a little bit, almost dreamily as she let her chin rest on her elbow, gazing up at me now.

"Because you're famous. I could have most any guy I wanted, but you're the badass captain of the football team my mother always warned me about. It had nothing to do with love, it was just supposed to be sex. I've never done anything so irrational before. I kind of liked it. You have no idea how boring my life has been," she said softly, sadly, but still smiling up at me as though just seeing me amused her. She's good at getting what she wants, I thought. Even I felt a little sorry for her, having been living the life of an adult since early childhood. Yet at the same time I couldn't believe anyone thought she was a genius.

I got up, not caring that I didn't have any clothes on. I found my boxers and jeans and pulled them on slowly, my head suddenly pounding worse than ever.

"I really think you're an idiot," I said while pulling my belt through the loops on my jeans. She sort of gave me a weird look, like she was still amused but I must be off my rocker.

"I'm the smartest person I've ever known," she replied, laughing a little.

"You're the most fucked up person I've ever known. You're like my brother, you have everything yet you're too damn self-centered to enjoy it. I would give anything to have even a normal life," I snapped, not able to bring myself to look at her half-covered form. I'd said too much and it was probably because I was nearly sick with my hangover, but also because she did remind me of Jeremy, too much for comfort. Of course she didn't catch my error. How could she? She didn't know anything about me.

"What, is the fame too much stress?" She teased maliciously. My back had been to her as I looked for my shirt, but I whirled around on her.

"Fame means nothing to me! I would give it all up in a second to live a normal life for one day!" I snarled. Too close. She was too close to being Jeremy in female form. Maybe she was him. Maybe he was back haunting me again through her.

"Oh and how horrible can your life be? You're decently intelligent, you're in perfect shape, you're a football star. You're the one who has everything." She said coolly. I clenched my teeth, just wanting to pound the life out of her. Instead I began to once again collect my clothes, picking my shirt up off the floor and throwing it on, fumbling with the buttons as my hands trembled. I blinked hard a couple times, unable to control the shaking of my own body.

"I have nothing of value. I have no parents, no grandparents, no aunts, no uncles or cousins. I have no sister, and at this point I'd be happy to have my brother back, but I never will. Ever!" I was nearly a wreck by then. It was bad enough to wake up with a hangover, it was worse to wake up with a hangover next to her. She seemed a little confused though. While I franticly looked for my shoes she sat on her bed, apparently deep in thought.

"But, I just read about your parents in the paper the other day. There was an article about you and how your parents made all these contributions to research at the University."

"The paper came up with that on its own. My parents disowned me over a year ago, I haven't talked to them since." I found my shoes and started to pull them on without sitting down. I was desperate to get out of there. I didn't want to be in that apartment any longer than I had to.

"So, you going to report me?" She asked, her voice soft, quiet.

"For what?" I asked offhandedly while I hopped around trying to pull my shoe on without untying the laces.

"For sleeping with you while you were drunk. You could have me arrested for that you know," she pointed out. I absolutely couldn't believe she was bringing this up.

"I don't need the bad press and neither do you. Besides, it's no like you forced me to do anything. I could've stopped if I'd wanted to. It was a dumb ass decision and if I could take it back I would, but obviously I'm just as guilty as you are. We should just forget about it unless there's something you want to tell me, like that you have some killer STD and I'm going to drop dead before I get out of the building." I said as I finally managed to pull on my shoe. She shook her head.

"No, don't worry. You're the second person I've ever been with. My husband and I have been separated for over two years. When I found out that he'd been cheating I got tested." I nodded, grateful for that at least. It looked like I'd dodged the bullet on this fuck up.

I managed to get my other shoe on at last and then I walked out of the room , tucking my shirt in as I went. I wanted to get out of there without being seen, and if I was seen didn't want people to suspect what I'd been doing the night before.

I opened the door to the hall outside of Amanda's apartment after picking up my jacket off the couch. A woman was standing outside of the next apartment down the hall and I froze momentarily. I'm sure I appeared a little shaken. She looked like she was in her seventies, and she was giving me a disapproving look. Amanda joined me, having put on a bathrobe, and saw the woman standing down the hall staring at me. She smiled at me almost mischievously, then pulled me down and kissed me.

"See you in class tomorrow hon. Have fun doing football today," she said in a tone I would expect from a woman I was married to, not a one night stand. However I was too stunned to protest. The old woman scowled and closed her door, leaving us out in the hallway alone. Professor Green laughed to herself as she began to straighten out my collar.

"I hate her, she's such an old hag. Always in my business," she explained to me.

"Yeah, but now she thinks we're sleeping together, and that wasn't exactly what I was going for." She only laughed again.

"Oh, don't worry Mr. Young, she already knew that. The walls here aren't that thick and she has nothing better to do than gossip about people. She probably had an ear to the wall all night, trying to find out what kind of evil, lustful things a young temptress like me moans during sex with one of my poor astray students who don't know any better because they're only boys. She'll probably have the best story in the coffee shop this morning since all of her elderly friends live in homes with other elderly people and I can almost guarantee that none of their neighbors got the lay of a lifetime off a strapping young college man," she illustrated for me as she finished straightening and smoothing out my collar. I shivered a little, not wanting to think about someone having listened in on us.

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Now I'll have nightmares for a week."

"You need a ride home?" She asked, sounding concerned, her arms now crossed over her chest.

"No," I said, brushing her off, walking past her and down the hall.

I put my jacket on before exiting the building. I had a good idea of where I was, and I guessed it was on the opposite side of town from my apartment. I started walking, wondering if I would get back in time to make it to film. I took a bus most of the way, but I still ended up walking for twenty minutes. When I finally got home Mac and JD were sitting at the table. They both looked up at me.

"Hey Kane, long night no see." JD drawled. I just shook my head at him. I wasn't in the mood. I sat down across from them and slumped down in my chair. Mac eyed me almost with suspicion.

"Where were you last night? I felt stupid for letting you leave with the Prof, you were pretty trashed." I nodded, eyes unfocused. I still felt like crap. My head was throbbing and I felt sick, like I might throw up. I knew that if I ate I might feel better, but it was hard to convince my stomach of that. And I felt guilty, I felt it all the way to my bones and it made me feel achy and tired. It was comparative to the feeling I used to get my freshman year of high school when I'd screw up and I was afraid Coach Clancy was going to send me down to JV. I'd messed up big time and I knew it.

Meanwhile JD smiled at me deviously.

"You did Green, didn't you. You rebel, coach would kill you if he found out," he said, laughing a little, eyes sparkling. It made me angry that he'd said that, and I wasn't exactly sure why. All I knew was that JD would go spread that rumor around, and that definitely wasn't what I wanted. But it wasn't just a rumor, it was true. I'd got it on with the unattainable woman, so why did I regret it? That was a dumb question, I regretted it because it was stupid. Besides, she used me and I'd used her. That made it seem even worse.

"Shut up JD, you don't know what you're talking about," I said, rubbing my eyes with one hand.

I got up and went to take a shower. When JD thought I was out of earshot he mumbled to Mac that he thought I was losing it. Shortly after I heard Mac smack him in reply.