..DAVID, stop slumping around...DAVID...DAVID...DAVID...' I got so tired of hearing him call my name that I wished I could crawl into a hole and hide.... As usual I was the lat team member to leave the field, I guess that the rest of the team felt sorry for me and showered and left before I arrived. Thankful that they were gone and that I didn't have to suck their dicks to day, I wondered into the shower area. I had lathered up and was just rinsing the soap off when two powerful hands gripped my. Perhaps spying on them like this was a subtle form of revenge; Vincent however, decided against it. The others hardly noticed as he slipped out of the room, on his way up a few floors back to his own room.He sighed as he passed the lounge on his floor, there was Brock Jefferson, jock-extraordinare, lip-locking with his girlfriend, a red-headed, human beauty, and a graduate student for the Thaumaturgy department, she had to be at least 2 years older, probably 3. But who could resist Brock? He. It was for that reason Burnside was kneeling in front of Halsey and addressing him as "sir". Whenever he was at fault for something, the roles were reversed, with him kneeling and addressing her as "ma'am".Upon entering her house, Burnside quietly pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled both glasses and dimmed the living room lights slightly. She knelt in front of Halsey and handed him a glass, taking the other herself. Saying nothing, the couple drank their wine, in a symbolic. I can’t tell you how many times I have had to pick him up as the stupid bitches walked away. I’ve had to convince him to keep looking because his love was out there.”“Then, he met you. I have finally seen him happy with his choice because he was ready to trust you with his heart. Fuck girl, if this man wasn’t in love with you, then he isn’t capable of love, and I know that is not true.”Lee fixed Debora with a hard look, “Debora, do you love Kyle? Straight question and I want a straight.