Brandon

We hung with the girls for a couple of hours but honestly shopping isn't for me, not unless it I need something. I know that sounds kind of weird, especially considering I can buy myself anything I want, anytime I want, but truly I don't care much for shopping.

The girls have had a nice time going in and out of all the designer shops, and Lizzie has bought herself some nice outfits. I love it when she looks to me for approval, even though Lilly and Tammy are with us. Denver looked bored all the time; he is itching to get to the game that starts in two hours. The girls have decided they're coming with us.

When Lizzie came out of one of the changing rooms with the skimpiest red halter neck dress on, I've ever seen, I almost had a heart attack. "Where do you think you're going to wear that?" I said without even thinking.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She retorted with her hands on her hips. I've never seen her wear something so revealing; it made me twinge, and seriously, that's not fucking on. She's my best friend. I shouldn't have been getting a rise in my pants. For fuck's sake.

"There's nothing to it." I was not impressed; she'll get hassled no end if she goes out in that dress. The guys won't be able to resist her with her delicate curves in all the right places and her high, perky breasts. Damn, she has grown up. My little best friend is all woman now, and it is scaring the crap out of me.

"Chill out, Brandon. Jeez." Exclaimed Tammy. "She's coming to a party with us next weekend."

"What party? Why don't I know about it? Where the hell are y'all going?" Denver had turned to me with a surprised look on his face.

"Since when do you care what parties Lizzie goes to?" He shot at me, finally taking his attention away from his mobile.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Lizzie fired at me, her hands still on her tiny hips. I could easily have run towards her and ripped the damn dress off her. Shit, I'm scaring myself now. What I need is to get laid tonight after the ball game. Perhaps I've just not had enough sex this week or something.

Seeing my bestie dressed like that sent a shiver down my spine; the bloody thing only just skimmed past her crotch. She's not going out in that. "You're not buying that," I told her and got up, took her by the arm, which sent a frisson down my body and pushed her back inside the changing room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said.

"Get that fucking napkin off and try something different on. Something that at least covers your snatch."

"Wow. What has got into you today? You're not my father. Stop behaving like a fucking jerk, Brandon." She's cute when she's mad; her cheeks flush, and her eyes light like flickering fire.

"Just do it."

"Man, you gotta chill out, mate." Denver was smirking. I wasn't. I turned to where Lilly and Tammy were standing, their mouths wide open.

"Have you suddenly got the hots for Lizzie?" asked Tammy. I clenched and unclenched my fists.

"As if. She's my best friend, and I'm not having her go to some party with her panties on display. What works for you isn't going to work for Lizzie." I threw myself back in the chair I had been sitting in, spewing inside.

I'm not sure what raged me the most, seeing Lizzie looking like a sex goddess or the way I felt towards her. Thank God I'm going to college after the summer, I thought. There's no way I can afford to have feelings for Lizzie like this.

Last night, lying behind her in bed was bad enough; her warmth against my stomach and her cute ass pushed into my groin was too much. I had to get up suddenly and leave.

We're at the game now, and it is rammed inside the stadium. People are in line for popcorn, hot dogs, sodas and chocolate. The usual. "What do you want?" I ask Lizzie as Denver takes care of Tammy and Lilly.

"Can't we just go to the VIP area? I don't want to sit amongst the crowds." Lizzie says, tucking her hair behind her ears. I want to reach out and do it for her.

"Sure, no problem. Guys." I yell out to Denver, Tammy and Lilly. "We're going up to VIP. C'mon." They don't need to be told twice. Lizzie's dad owns a box, so it's no big deal; he uses it to entertain and schmooze clients with my dad.

We make our way through the noisy throng of people, dodging kids and pushchairs. Those things are lethal; they shouldn't be allowed inside stadiums.

I grab Lizzie's hand to pull her along quicker. Her hand is soft and warm as it slides easily into mine, like it has a zillion times before. Only this time, I feel the heat radiate up my arm. My stomach warms, and the sensation floods through my entire body. I shake it off. I need to go out with Denver or one of the other guys tonight and get myself laid and have the blow job of a lifetime. Maybe I should scroll through my contacts and see if there's anyone free tonight. I have to get this out of my system.

What happened isn't right. I've never felt like this before when I've touched Lizzie, but seeing her earlier in that dress. Man, she was so fuckable. "Hey, you're dragging me." She pulls her hand away.

"I want to get out of the crowd," I tell her. Tammy, Lilly and Denver are close behind us.

"That's fine, but don't pull me. I'm not a fucking dog on a lead, Brandon." She's got the arse with me. I can't blame her. I know I upset her with my comments in the changing room. Tactless? Yeah, I guess so, but she caught me by surprise, and I sure don't like surprises.

"Sorry," I mumble and walk a bit slower.

We move through the people and head for the elevator; it's quicker, and there is one that is just for our box. The guard steps in front of me. Seriously? "Where do you think you're going?" He asks, his huge bulk of a body between me and the elevator door.

"It's our box," Lizzie says calmly.

"I need to see some i.d. and you're not wearing any passes."

"My daddy owns it." He raises an eyebrow. His dark eyes full of don't fuck with me. I tilt my head up and raise my jaw. "She's for real," I tell him. He looks at me; we're about the same height. I'm six-two.

Lizzie reaches into her black bag, pulls out her driving license, and hands it to him. The jerk takes it, it seems like ages, to scan her license with his brooding eyes and then looks at the five of us. Sure, we look a bit unruly. My baseball cap is on back to front, my cut-off tee looks like I've just hacked at it with kitchen scissors, which, truth be known, I did. My board shorts have seen better days, but it's a Saturday, and we're only kicking around today.

Lizzie is in jeans with holes in them and a loose-fitting yellow tee that is faded from all the wear.

Tammy, in her tiny cutoff shorts and pink top, looks like a Barbie clone. Lilly and Denver are the only two respectable-looking ones here.

"Let me call it through." Jeez, is this asshole for real? He's seen her license already.

"Sure, no problem." Lizzie is patient, more patient than I am. I want to sit down, be served with a chilled beer and eat some hot dogs. I'm starving now, having only had the fries earlier from McDonald's. And I'm not so cool when I'm hungry.

He talks on his radio. He nods and presses the elevator button. "You can go up. Sorry about the wait. Have a nice time." Now he's all Mr Cheery pants. I could mention this to my father, who could get him fired instantly. Naturally I won't. The guy may have a family to feed, and even though I can be a jerk, I'm not that bad.

Relieved, we all pile into the lift and wait for it to get to the box. We step out. It's always breathtaking to be this high up and have a fantastic view over the pitch. It makes my stomach tingle, and for a few minutes, I've forgotten all about Lizzie in her fuck-me dress and chill out.

Denver nods to the waitress in her white crisp shirt and black pants; she comes over and takes our order. Five beers and some hot dogs. We take our seats and wait for the game's opening ceremony to begin.

"Better?" Lizzie asks as she leans into me. She smells of mango and lime shampoo. I find myself inhaling it. For all my days, I will always remember her fragrance.

"Lilly, Lizzie, have you seen number eight?" asks Tammy excited. You'd never think she'd been through one hell of an ordeal last night. "Curson is the sexiest man alive." I throw my head in the direction she is pointing at with such force I almost break it. Lizzie is licking her lips. Fuck! Over that jerk? He's not that good-looking; personally, I have no idea why all the girls fancy that player. Okay, he's supremely tall over six-four- built like a house and has that blondish hair going on and dimples. But really? She's now fiddling with her hair. For sure, Lizzie is interested, and I know that she knows that if she really wanted to, she could easily get a date with him.

Our folks are well-connected, and Lizzie's dad is a sponsor, so she can be easily introduced. Although personally, I think he's a bit too old for her.

"You like him?" I ask. Lizzie blushes; she's going beetroot. This is worse than I thought, judging by her reaction. Of course she fucking likes him. Well, I'm going to be an even better ball player than him. Watch me. I'm going to kill it when I get into the NFL. Followed closely behind by Denver.

I catch him out of the corner of my eye; he has that crazy smirk on his face again. He winks at me. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I hear my mobile beep. Someone's got it bad for their best friend, followed by a few laughing emojis. I scowl at Denver and message him back.

Don't be dumb. We're going out tonight I need to get laid. I hear him snigger.

"What's so funny?" asks Lilly, who is sitting right by him. "Who are you texting?" Denver takes a sip of his beer and shifts his eyes towards me. "Why are you texting Brandon? Why can't you just talk to him?" She asks as if he's a naughty five-year-old kid.

Denver just shrugs; sometimes it's easier than getting into it.

"You better not be texting about how hot the cheerleaders are," Lilly says indignantly.

"Course not, babe. You're the only girl for me." He pulls her to him and gives her a nice long kiss. That satisfies Lilly. Lizzie has turned back to the field; she and Tammy seem to be swooning all over Curson, and I'm trying not to allow the jealousy cursing through my veins to jump out of my body nor my mouth. I decide to zip it and drink my beer.