To Save You (2 page)

“I would have remembered that.” I could see him thinking, trying to remember that moment. He won't. It was a brief meeting, and I didn't even introduce myself properly to him. We just talked.

“Don't worry about it, I hardly remember it either. I just know that I met you.” I always stayed away from parties, that night was different. I was okay with him not remembering it. I kind of didn't want him to.

The kitchen door opens and in comes in James. My brother. He's blonde, like I am. A lot of the time we're confused for fraternal twins, but we're more than a year apart from each other.

“Hey, nerd.” I feel myself start to blush with embarrassment. I just finish the last bite of my breakfast and stand.

Before I could say anything, in comes Cindy. The bitch. I never call anyone mean names, but even she calls herself a bitch. The redhead is in her black and red cheerleader outfit. It's the boys first soccer game, James and Mathew are co-captains.

Cindy narrows her eyes at me, and sits where I was sitting and I go to wash the plate. I never say anything to her-

“Why is your sister here?” Cindy whines, James is eating an apple.

“She spent the night in the guest room.” I put my plate in the dishwasher and I look at them. Mathew is looking at me.

“That's why you wouldn't let me spend the night?”

“We're not talking about this right now, Cindy.” I don't know why James puts up with her. Maybe it's the sex, but I wouldn't date someone just because they're a good lay. Personality counts as well, and hers is not appealing.

“How come I've never met your sister before?” Mathew asks James.

James shrugs. “We moved here late into my freshman year, She was in eighth grade. Nerd here got into the best year round private school on the east coast because of your sister, and she didn't go to our high school.” James liked that we never went to the same school, and when I was home, I stayed in my room and read and studied. I never interfered with his life or activities.

“I have a class to get to, I'll see you later, James.” I wave to Mathew and I throw Cindy a smile, but she just glares at me.

“Have a great first day, stick with the nerds.” I hear James say. I roll my eyes and leave the apartment.

Chapter Two

Mathew Pennington

Imagine my surprise when I get to my apartment and there is a girl in a towel standing in my kitchen. The blonde looked annoyed while staring at the empty plate, and I realized that James made her breakfast, which I ate as soon as I spotted it. Then she threatened me with a spoon, and I could barely tear my gaze away from her blue eyes. Also, that towel...it did not cover enough, and I wasn't complaining.

Presley Masters. She's James' sister. She was definitely off limits for me, but I couldn't help but wonder. I guess James saw that as I watched her leave.

“She's my sister. My baby sister.” He says, trying to reinforce the fact into my head.

“I understand.” I cross my arms.

“Presley is here for school, not to be distracted. She is the stereotypical good girl, and you will not mess that up for her.” He knows I'm known for turning good girls into not so good ones, I liked challenges, and he knows Presley could potentially be one.

“You act as if she's innocent. That's all you see, James.” Cindy whines. I roll my eyes. “She acts like she's better than everyone.”

“That's my sister you're talking about, Cindy. You better watch what you say.” I could see how he protected her. Why did he feel the need to do that?

“Whatever.” She walks away, my guess, to James' room.

He looks at me. “Stay away from her.”

“Message heard loud and clear.” I didn't want anything with Presley, I wouldn't jeopardize my friendship with James.

“Good.” James is still staring me down.

“Are you going to the Beta Theta Pi party tonight?” Most of our buddies on the soccer team were part of that frat, so we always made an appearance, tonight it would be more of a victory party after we win our first game of the season. We'd drink and then hook up, it was the beginning of the school year which meant new girls to have sex with. It was like a big holiday on campus, well more like only for the guys.

“I don't, Cindy is mad and we need to work things out. I'll do my best to make it, though.” He rolls his eyes, and I smirk. It was common knowledge to know that Cindy was good in bed. James got to her before I could, but then he decided to make her his girlfriend. It's been all downhill for him since. She was clingy and cried a lot, and it's only been three months.

“Finally ready to cut the thread?” He nods.

“It's time.” James was about to be a free man, and that would mean back to wild nights and wild hookups. Including being the best wing man for me.

I look at the time. “Crap. I have class. I'll see you later, man.” I grab my keys, and walk out to make it to Composition.

I made my way to the school library. I already had a paper to write, and I needed to get the book before my game tonight. I would not want to get up early tomorrow to check it out, especially if I was going to be hungover.

Walking through the library, I could feel someone's eyes on me. I looked behind me to find the beautiful Leah walking right behind me. She smirked and I slowed down enough to let her catch up. Leah was a brunette, tall, beautiful. The most amazing feature about her was her mouth, that girl could give blow jobs.

“Matty, how about I help you blow off some steam before your game?” I wrapped my arm around her small waist.

“And how are you going to do that, princess?” I ask as I turn into the aisle I needed to get the book from. I could feel my cock twitch with excitement.

We weren't alone here though. There was a girl, one I recognized from this morning, on the floor reading a book. From the way she refused to look up, I could see that she knew we were here. She was just choosing to ignore us.

“I have a few things in mind, and if we go to my room, I'm sure I can show you all of them and still get you to your game on time.” That's when Presley decided to look up. She immediately looked down and back at her book.

“I actually have to go talk to coach, but maybe tonight at the party.” Leah started pouting. I hated when girls pouted. It wasn't cute.

“Fine.” She says when she gets no reaction from me. “But I can't promise that I'll be available later tonight.”

“Neither can I.” I knew she was trying to make me jealous, but I wasn't the jealous type. I watched her as she walked away from me, and I knew swayed her hips more than usual just to give me something to look at.

I looked back to Presley. I made my way over to her and sat down in front of her. She looked at me. Her blue eyes were beautiful, and unique. I don't think I've ever seen blue eyes in that shade.

“What can I do for you, Mathew?” Mathew? I hardly ever hear my full name.

“Didn't I say you could call me Matty?” Everyone calls me Matty, even my sister, even my parents.

“You did.” Is all she says in her soft velvety voice. Presley looked back down, her blonde hair falling over her face as she read the last page to the chapter.

I look at the way she holds her book, like it's a treasure and something she has to treat with care. My eyes wander to her wrist, and I spot the red lines. They were self-inflicted. How did I miss them earlier? Feeling my eyes on it she moved her wrist and hand under the book.

“Do you need something, Mathew?” She asks. I look back at her blue eyes. I could see the nervousness behind them.

“Do you need a ride to the game?” I could see that she wasn't expecting me to ask that. I understood enough to know that James didn't know about these wounds. Or maybe he did, and that's why he was so protective over her?

“I-uhm.” She takes a deep breath. “I have a car.”

“Doesn't mean I can't offer you a ride.” Presley shakes her head.

“I'm fine. Really. I like driving alone. Hell, I traveled Europe alone for a year.” She was trying to explain to me that she wanted to be alone. Alone was what she was used to. I wonder how she was adjusting to the college life.

“You went to Europe?” She nods. “You're just full of surprises aren't you?” I could see her blushing.

“I have to go. I have a paper to write.” Shit. Almost forgot about my paper and the damn book I have to find.

“I'll see you at the game then?” I ask when we both stand. I watch as she slings her backpack to one of her shoulders. Even the way she does that is sexy.

Chapter Three

Presley Masters

“I'll see you at the game then?” Mathew asks, and I nod. “Will you be the one cheering the loudest?” I could feel myself blushing again for the millionth time today. I hug the book to my chest, making sure my bad wrist is covered. What was the point? He already saw it.

“I hardly understand what's going on half the time unless someone is telling me what is happening.” I admit. I was never a sport person, books and studies were more my things. “I wouldn't even know when to cheer really. I only go to the games to support James.” I could hardly look at Mathew in the eyes. His beautiful emerald green eyes.

He was smiling at me. “Well-” He gets cut off by the person I was trying to avoid. Finn. My best friend. I met him in eighth grade, and we've been friends ever since. Just friends, and he understands that I'm not ready for a relationship. We’ve made out and had sex. We have a no strings attached relationship. That’s the only reason he doesn't ask me out. For now he's someone I whisper my secrets to in bed.

“Presley.” He says and walks towards me. Mathew is taller than him, but it doesn't stop Finn from standing his ground. Finn wouldn't stand a chance against him. “Pennington.” They know each other?

“Riley.” From the looks of it, it doesn't look like they like each other. I would need to get the inside scoop from Finn.

Finn looks at me with his dark brown eyes. Finn was the complete opposite of Mathew. “Ready to go, babe.” Fuck. He was claiming me in front of Mathew. He only calls me babe when he wants to be flirty.

“I told you I would meet you at my dorm.” I say through my teeth. Mathew was looking at my face, trying to see if maybe Finn really was my boyfriend.

“That was twenty minutes ago, I knew where you would be.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder, and it takes everything not to shrug him off.

I looked at Mathew. “I'll see you at the game, good luck.” He nods, and Finn walks me out of there. As soon as we're out of sight, I push him off me.

“Prick.” I mutter.

“Right.” He thinks I'm talking about Mathew.

“Not him. You.” He chuckles. “Why don't you two like each other?”

“It's a football and soccer rivalry thing.” He shrugs. I roll my eyes. Boys will be boys. “Plus, I didn't like the way he was looking at you.”

“How was he looking at me?”

“Like he was undressing you with his eyes.” I roll my eyes again. I don't mention what happened that morning. That secret would be for me only.

After we were done pleasuring ourselves, I managed to convince Finn to come to the game with me. I had my school sweater on and I had a pair of jeans on. The weather is cooler at night now that we were in September. It didn't stop other girls from wearing shorts and the small shirt they could find.

“Remind me why I'm here again?” Finn asks.

“Because you're my best friend. I wasn't going to come alone.” I itched to have a book with me, but Finn made me leave it in the car, he knew I'd ignore him if I had it.

The crowd cheered and we stood up along with them. I honestly had no clue what was happening. “What happened?” I ask.

“The prick managed to score.” I rolled my eyes, it was a habit I needed to break, or people needed to stop being stupid. Finn has been calling Mathew a prick all afternoon, he kept asking me questions, and I kept giving him the same answers.

I could see Mathew getting high fives and thumbs ups from his teammates. I smiled for him. He looked to the crowd and a whole bunch of girls were squealing. We got here right after half time or whatever. From the score, I could see we were ahead by a lot.

The whistle blew and almost immediately the ball got thrown out of the lines. I assumed that meant it was out of bounds. The other team threw it back in, and I watched at James tried to steal it from them. I saw the big guy coming before James did. I stood up and watched as the guy pushed James to the grass in front of him, and then managed to trip over him.

For a moment, a very small moment, the crowd was silent. When James didn't get up, I knew it was bad. I started running down the stands, I couldn't care less about Finn. The referee stopped the time and ran out to the field. I saw James socks were tinged with red.

“James!” I yelled. I managed to find an entrance to the field and got to the crowd of the players. I'm not a very strong person, but in that moment I managed to fight my way to the front through ten soccer players, all bigger than me.

I heard James cry out in pain. “I think it's broken.” Crouched down beside him was the referee and Mathew.

I crouched alongside with him. Mathew looked at me for a brief second before looking back at James. The athletic trainers pushed everyone back, but I refused to move. James wasn't opening his eyes, but we all knew he was awake.

I watched in silence as the athletic trainer patched him up as much as they could without moving his leg that was positioned in a way legs should never be positioned. It was broken, I'm sure of it. This could require surgery to fix.

“Who are you?” I hear somebody ask me.

“I'm his sister.” I manage to say, but I wasn't taking my eyes off James. They loaded him up on the cart they drive around, with the help of the players, I sat in the back with him. Somebody else tried to get on, but I stopped them. It was Mathew.