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Hey guys. I know the story disappeared quite suddenly but it got kicked off because I rated it the wrong this. I rated it “G” instead of “R”. Now I’m double checking to make sure my story is in compliance with all the rules. I will re-upload all the chapters shortly.
Lisa
Christopher McGregor resembled a Greek god. Each morning as he ran the winding paths of his California university he found himself showered with obscene amounts of female attention. Titters sounded from behind hands accompanied by delighted giggles as he passed hoards of girls walking or sitting on sunny patches of green grass.
He knew how attractive he was to the opposite sex as he’d been bathed in feminine attentions all his life. But, it no longer fazed him. It was wonderful to know he was desirable to the opposite sex, however, after being badly burned in high school, Christopher swore to himself that he would resist the copious amounts of sexual attention he received. Instead he would focus on his studies and acquiring the education needed to start a good career. If a girl crossed his path that caught his interest he would not forbid himself to date her, but he refused to search out such relationships.
His decision proved difficult to put into effect, however, as women took it upon themselves to flirt with him, drape themselves across his broad shoulders, and offer no lightly hidden offers for free sex. But, he always somehow managed to decline the not-so-kosher offers and stuck to his agenda although cold showers managed to make their way into his routine.
One particular morning, Christopher McGregor departed from his apartment complex for a long run, clad solely in running shorts, because he loved to feel the cool wind on his face and the sun on his shoulders as he ran. Tipping his face upwards, he breathed deeply and allowed the sunshine to warm his cheeks before he carefully stretched and took off, pounding along the brick paths that wove their way around the historical buildings of the university.
When he ran or worked out, he was entirely oblivious of the enormous amounts female attention because his eyes and heart were completely focused on the freeing movements. Many pairs of eyes nearly ate him alive as his tall, finely sculpted frame passed by several groups of women sitting on the grass, emerging from their dorm rooms and other joggers who swiveled to eagerly watch his back muscles ripple as he ran away from them.
As he passed one towering, rather Gothic looking dormitory, a flash of shimmering, long blond hair caught his attention. He turned his head to follow the owner of the glorious nimbus of gold and light. She turned on a broad stone step and he felt as though she’d spitted him with her icy blue eyes. Then, he tripped on an uneven orange-red brick and his arms flailed forward in an attempt to catch his balance. His cheeks flamed red and he quickly returned his gaze to her face to see what she thought.
He didn’t know why he cared so much, but he did and he felt like a complete idiot. The emotion struck him as odd because it had been a very long time since a woman had such a profound affect on him. The woman smiled at him, her Nordic features softening as she revealed a set of pearly whites. Chris smiled back and, unbeknownst to him, the woman’s heart flipped in her chest. His smile complimented his well-chiseled features and made his face even more painfully beautiful.
“Hey,” he called in his deep, rumbling voice, surprising even himself as he spoke. The blond woman blanched as she hadn’t expected him to address her. Then, she gathered her wits and moved towards him.
“Hello, I’m Lauren Waterson,” she greeted, striding towards him on long, lean legs that bespoke of a runner. Holding out her hand as she approached, she could feel her heart rate speeding up. She’d seen him running every morning since the beginning of the semester but it was from a distance. Even from so far away she could see how well-made he was and felt herself react to him every time he passed. Now that he was so close that she could see every individual muscle in torso and she could make out the dark fringe of lashes that framed his deep, blue eyes, she felt her runner’s legs nearly give out. The thick swatch of dark brown hair that swung into his eyes made her fingers itch to feel its silky texture.
“Christopher McGregor,” he replied softly, looking down at the rather tall woman from his height of 6’3 with interested eyes. She was very pretty with an athlete’s body and an amazing head of golden blond hair. As he took her hand and shook it, he could feel his fingers tingle at her touch and suddenly felt very awkward. It’d been a long time since he’d interacted in this way with a woman.
‘I know who you are. Every girl knows who you are…star of the track team…best looking guy around,’ she thought nervously as his large, calloused hands engulfed hers and she nearly gasped at the jolt of emotion that coursed through her.
“Nice to meet you. I see you running past here nearly every day,” she said rather stupidly and immediately berated herself for it. Chris then became suspicious of her intentions. Was she greeting him just to try and seduce him? His awkwardness dissipated, replaced by a wall of protection. He would not allow another woman to use him.
“Oh ya?” he asked neutrally, withdrawing his hand and she inwardly winced as she felt retreat back within himself.
“Yes, you have great form. You’re on the team aren’t you?” she asked although she already knew the answer. She was on the women’s track team, of course she knew it.
“Thank you, and yes, I’m on track,” Chris said politely, becoming even more wary and slightly disappointed. Despite his goals, he knew he was lonely and just hanging around with the guys wasn’t going to cut it forever. His hormones didn’t slow down to allow his ambitions time to be fulfilled.
“That’s cool, I am too,” she said with a tentative smile to try and relax him. He was now living up to his reputation: wonderful to look at, impossible to get to.
“Oh really?” he asked with surprise. He hadn’t seen that coming, nor had he seen her on the team. It was just the beginning of the school year and the season, so perhaps he hadn’t had the chance. “Are you new to the team?”
“Yes, I’m a freshman. I got a scholarship for running although I’m really here for music,” Lauren said with relief. His relaxation was tangible and it urged her to be open with him.
Christopher McGregor smiled at this girl who was already worming her way into his heart and inclined his head towards the steps. “That’s really cool,” he said hesitantly, making his way towards the steps and sitting down on the middle one. Lauren moved to sit beside him and felt as though her heart would nearly burst out of her chest. His attention was intoxicating and his nearness heady. Chris was still guarded but he couldn’t deceive himself. He was definitely interested.
“Thanks,” she said as their eyes locked and something sparked between them, giving her the nerve to ask him in. “Do you want to come in for some water?”
Christopher hesitated shyly for a moment before nodding. “Call me Chris, and sure. I’m dying of thirst.”
“Well, let’s wait ‘till we’re better acquainted before you do that,” Lauren quipped and they both laughed.
“Why did I choose to go to college in New England?” she mumbled to herself as she gracefully walked along the path, despite her speed. Those who saw her in passing noticed first her reticent attitude and then the almost feline grace that pervaded her movements.
Hurrying along, she made it to her first class a few minutes early and settled into her seat, opening her notebook and pulling out her organized pouch of pencils, pens and highlighters. A few guys sitting a couple of seats down began to make some whistling noises and she turned towards them warily. Every single one of them grinned at her, wiggling their eyebrows and licking their lips suggestively. Amy smiled wryly and then raised one eyebrow in question although she already knew the answer.
“Come on, Amy, you know you want to come sit by us,” one with an abnormally large nose cajoled as he draped his arm over the chair beside him. He enjoyed playing this game with her.
“And you, Patrick, know that I have no intentions of getting near you, much less sleeping with you so just stop wasting your breath,” Amy said sweetly although the ice in her mesmerizing hazel eyes was plain to see.
“Aw, baby, I never said that…”
“You don’t have to,” she snapped as her eyes shifted to a liquid gold color that belied her anger. She despised leering men even though she’d experienced it nearly her entire life since puberty.
“Come on, you know we won’t do nothin’,” Patrick wheedled, and Amy gritted her teeth.
“I don’t care leave me alone,” she said forcefully, staring straight ahead. She’d never been so forthright with them before.
“Damn, Jack was right. You’re a fucking icequeen.,” Patrick snapped with annoyance as his friends snickered.
Amy stiffened and shot the group a deadly look and they immediately silenced. She was infamous for three things on the small campus: her beauty, her intelligence, and her iciness. It was the first that attracted the group of drooling college guys, the second that ensured she was sitting in a junior class with them when she was a sophomore, and the third that had shut them up.
Rising, Amy gathered her things and then looked at them as her eyes shifted back to their normal blue/green state. “You are all going to die of STDs so gruesome that your dicks will all fall off before you keel over,” she said quietly before turning and finding another chair near the front of the lecture hall. The guys just stared at her with jaws agape and loins twitching with horror at the prospect and some desire for the fiery, petite brunette.
Amy found no satisfaction in telling them off, and it wasn’t something she usually did because she was normally very reserved. She just wished for them to leave her alone. She would not stand for anyone to break through her shell of physical and emotional isolation. It had been in place for so long that it seemed to be a permanent fixture in her life. Sitting in the second row of the lecture hall, she set up just in time for the professor to turn the projector on and begin teaching. Amy Neuman was glad for the distraction and threw herself into paying attention to the lecture. She would not suffer herself to receive less than an ‘A’.
