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Play Hard

ONE

Haley

As I walked back to my apartment on the edge of campus, I considered how my first two years had gone. Buffalo State University. My dream.

With a half-mile or so to go until I got home, I heard a group of drunk frat boys behind me.
Why did I take the shortcut through the darkest part of campus?
I scolded myself.

I stepped up my pace, not daring to turn around.

“Hey, baby. Wanna party?”

I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as I walked even faster.

“Where you going, babe? We won’t take very long.”

Laughter filled the air behind me.
Why didn’t I call Tabby to come pick me up?
I’d stayed late in the lab working on assignments before, but I had always made sure she came to get me.

“You better fucking stop, bitch.”

The tone of the taunting voice had changed. My heart beat faster as I clutched the straps of my backpack, wondering if I should stop or keep going. I glanced down the dark, deserted path ahead and saw nothing.

“You hear me, bitch?”

“Get her, Tom!” someone yelled.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. I stopped and spun around, phone in my hands.

“I’m recording this,” I said, holding up the device.

“Fuck your phone,” the man said then slapped it out of my hand.

It skidded across the bricks of the walkway.

“What the hell?”

Don’t show fear!

I took a step toward the phone. When I bent over to pick it up, the group of five guys whistled and made crude comments about my ass.

“You’re lucky you didn’t break it,” I said as I stood up with it in my hand.

“We’re going to break you in tonight,” the leader of the pack said.

They reminded me of wolves as they circled around me. One took a swig from a fifth of whiskey then handed it to someone else.

“Look, I’m calling the police. You don’t want to be here when they arrive.”

I held my phone up and turned on the screen.

“Fuck your phone,” the guy wearing a red polo-shirt said.

He swiped at it again, sending it to the ground.

“What the hell? You’re paying for the phone if it’s broke.”

Would they leave if I acted calm and not afraid? That was my only hope.

I bent to pick up the phone. Red-shirt rubbed my arm. I pulled away.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me finger-bang you at least.”

“No!” I shouted then attempted to walk past him.

He and the others stopped me, closing the circle.

“You’re not good enough to fuck, but I’ll finger-bang you,” red-shirt said.

“Get her, Derek,” someone said.

“Don’t use my name, dick-wad!” he shouted angrily.

“Look, if you let me go on my way, we’ll call it a night, okay? No harm, no foul.”

Fuck my phone, I need to get out of here. Now!

“Like I said, let me finger-bang you, and I’ll let you go on your way.”

He reached for my left breast. I pulled away. Someone behind me put his hands on my waist and said, “Settle down, bitch, and it will all be over quick.”

I would never forget that creepy voice, or what happened next.

Out of nowhere, James King, star Running Back for the Buffalo State Giants, appeared in between two of the others, joining their evil circle.

“What’s up, fellas?” he said, putting his hands on the two shoulders next to him.

“The fuck you want, James?” Derek, in the red shirt, asked haughtily.

“Can’t you guys get laid back at the frat house? Do you need to be out here harassing young women like…” He looked over at me. “What’s your name?”

“Haley,” I said in as steady of a voice as I could muster.

“You don’t need to be harassing a nice lady like Haley. Not tonight.”

“The fuck you have to do with her?” Derek asked.

He and the others stepped back, surrounding James and myself.

“Do you really want to do this?” James asked in a cocky voice.

I stared at his body so fit, lithe, and ready for anything.

“Let’s just go,” I pleaded.

“No,” he said, not taking his eyes off Derek. “These frat-fucks need to learn a lesson.”

“Yeah?” Derek and the others laughed. “What are you going to do about it? There’s more of us than you at the moment.”

“You need a counting lesson.”

James put his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly. Four of his buddies yelled and hollered as they rushed up the path toward us. The frat guys stepped back, forming a line.

“About time you guys caught up,” James said when the newcomers lined up next to us.

I recognized two of them from the football team. One, Curtis, I had helped with a knee injury during summer break.

“What’s going on?” Curtis, a defensive lineman, asked as he stared at the fraternity brothers.

“The frat-fucks were just about to leave,” James said.

He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned like nothing mattered in the world.

“You’re fucking lucky, bitch,” Derek said, pointing a finger at me.

James took two steps forward, followed by Curtis and the other beefy football players. The frat-fucks, as James as called them, took off running down the path, hooting and hollering as if they’d won the confrontation.

Fucking idiots.

I turned my attention to James. He dropped his arms and stared directly into my eyes.

“Thank you,” I said as I put my hand on his arm.

Those muscles, though!

“No problem,” he said. “What are you doing out so late?”

“I’m on my way home from the lab. I’m so glad you guys stopped by.”

“We don’t usually walk this way. It must have been fate.”

“Yeah, it must have been.”

I maintained eye contact.

“You’re Haley, right?” Curtis asked.

“Yeah.” I turned to face him. “You remembered.”

“You really helped with my knee.”

“Good. Sports medicine is my dream.” I turned to James. “Thanks again, but I need to get home. My roommate is probably worried sick.”

“I’ll walk you the rest of the way,” he said.

“That’s not necessary.”

Shut-up! Let him do it!

“I insist.” He turned to Curtis. “I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow.”

“Don’t stay out too late,” the huge man said as he held out his fist.

“For sure,” James said, bumping the fist with his own.

As the others took off down the path toward the direction the frat boys had gone, James turned to me. He still had that cock-sure grin on his face as if everything always went his way.

“You live close, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Not too much farther. You don’t need to walk with me.”

“No, but I want to walk with you.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“No problem. Where you live.”

“This way…”

TWO

Haley

We walked side by side, a thousand thoughts running through my mind.

He walks so fast! Must be those long, powerful legs. Stop objectifying him!

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