"Fuck yeah!!" Jackson hollered out loudly from where he stood up on his bench. "Division champs, baby!"

He wasn't wrong, our 62-33 win, where I was accountable for six touchdown scores, cemented us the PAC-12's Southern Division title. The locker room celebrations dulled around me, fuck even Coach Campbell's recognition speech about enduring through adversity and giving me the game ball went in one ear and out the other. My hands slapped through the motions of high fives, fist bumps, and shoulder pats as I weaved back to my locker, where I stripped down one sweaty layer at a time until just the last one clung to my body.

Trust was key among teammates and I felt slighted against one of my guys. We were as strong as our weakest link, and we had one weak enough that someone had exploited that. Thankfully, the entire team rallied around me, or more likely Earl's rally cry, but their support wasn't enough that I now looked at each of them critically.

Evan's sister is a social media influencer.

Zach's girlfriend hates mine and her roommate... is a fucking mess.

Drake? Fuck, don't get me started there...

"Jake? A word please?" A male reporter shoved a microphone near me. Before my mouth parted, Coach Campbell stepped right in and shoved it aside.

"Only in the press room from now until the end of the playoffs," he snarled quietly, which tucked the reporter's tail under and he scurried out with short, quick steps.

For better or worse, Coach had locked our phones down during the game. Once over, I knew the guys flipped through their accounts, but Coach had other ideas.

"Damage control time!" he roared out, his voice echoed off the lockers, benches, and walls. "All personal phone use will not be tolerated during the playoffs, starting now each and every one of you will lock this outside influence shit down!"

After a few mumbled, "Yes Coach," replies, his eyes narrowed at the room. "Am I clear!?"

"Yes Coach," we echoed louder, despite a few slumped shoulders.

"Oh fuck," Zach cursed down at this phone screen. His dark eyes lifted and met mine. The flicker of sympathy they flashed was the only sign I needed that my drunken confession as the game's pregame entertainment wasn't all I needed to worry about. "It's viral, bro. I'm sor-"

Coach's roared out threat silenced the entire room. "Campbell, shut that outside shit off unless you want me permanently smashing that phone!"

With a sigh, I sat down, pulled out my phone, and locked all of my accounts for no future comments. I should've done that sooner, we all should have, because the video had been shared across all our sites, hundreds of times on mine.

With Coach's permission and sadly supervision from his staff, the entire team stayed behind for two hours after the game ended. Phone by phone, teammate by teammate, the entire room went delete-happy until Coach Campbell felt satisfied enough that he released the team for the showers. After two hours, the entire locker room smelled the worst mix of post-game dirt, grime, sweat, and body odor I'd ever smelled.

"Forget about it, bro." Evan slapped his hand in the middle of my damp, post-shower chest. "I know exactly what we need. As champs, let's celebrate tonight."

My eyes lifted because that sounded like the exact opposite of what I needed, or wanted, and collapsed down onto the bench with a sigh.

This was a really bad idea.

Poor Mom waited in a restaurant walking distance from the stadium, where I picked her up as soon as I could. She'd built in time after the game before her redeye flight back to Santa Cruz but my dinner was eaten on my lap while she drove us to the airport.

I wished I'd driven. She got so worked up with concern over the video that she nearly wrecked my car at one point, so I asked if she refrained from further talking until we reached LAX. So, after the quietest, most uncomfortable ride I'd given her after a win, she kissed my cheek, told me she was proud of me, and hoped Harper and I patched things up.

Once Harper stepped off the field with Earl, Mom hadn't seen her either. For more than the tenth time that I'd heard, Mom verbally went off with her own colorful words about Harper's mom once we parked at Mom's drop off zone. Her insistence that the David Reynolds she'd grown up with could never have cheated on his wife only pushed me into an absolutely pissed off mood.

And, like an idiot, when I found no signs of Harper after the game or on my phone, I came back to a crowded party house and drank myself numb.

I know we were there for two hours with no phone option but...

She fucking ghosted me... again.

My mouth moved the words my brain formed but I had no idea how they came out or what I actually said. Within the kitchen, courtesy of Jax, I took a shot of Patrón for every mistake Harper or I had made between us. Shot after shot seared down my throat, until I'd lost count and the tequila slammed back hard.

"You're done, bro," Griff number one said as he blurred in and out with Griff number two. With a hand on my shoulder, he steered me out of the kitchen. "Go upstairs."

The living room blurred as I shoved my way through confused looks and compliments from people here for the free booze, good time dancing, or chance to ride one of our cocks. None of the eye fucks or licked lips interested me, so I pushed my way through one sweaty body at a time. My hand gripped both railings as I stumbled up the stairs and into the hallway.

"What the fuck," I cursed quietly and shook my head at the sight that greeted me inside my bedroom... my no longer privately locked bedroom.

Not again.

Emily's small form laid in my bed, her bare legs outstretched and toes pointed towards where I stood. My eyes narrowed into a frown as they traced up her thighs. They landed on the thin red lace thong that barely covered her pussy, especially the way her knees were spread open and another hand's fingers threaded into them.

What the fuck -

I lifted my eyes from between Emily's legs to where her hands cupped over her bare breasts. Even though she rolled her nipples between her fingers and smirked up at me, her breasts looked average at best, even to my drunk eyes.

This is not, no. Just no.

I dragged my eyes to Emily's side, to a dark-haired girl with tanned skin who fished inside Emily like she'd lost her keys in there. Her other hand fondled one of her own breasts, larger than Emily's mosquito bites but just... I wasn't sure. Her brown eyes looked up at me with lowered lashes and hooded eyes that I suspected had been like that longer than before I got here.

Fuck, that's not -

After an initial flare of panic, my shoulders relaxed when I realized the other girl wasn't Sophia.

Whew, relief.

Zach's girlfriend and Drake's crush, that'd be a bit fucked up.

I blinked away the haze that clouded over my eyes.

Still completely fucked up as to why they're in my bed.

While I was positive most guys would've been instantly turned on at the sight, my nostrils twitched and forehead tensed in a frown. Irritated was an understatement of how I felt the longer I watched them together... on my bed.

I had no idea how long I stood there and stared but a strangled cough left my dry, chapped lips. "Look, if you need privacy that's one thing but find it somewhere else and get the fuck out of my bed."

Those were the words in my head, at least. They came out more like, "Look, if you waaan privacy then get the fuck ooouuuut."

"We were waiting for you," Mystery girl purred out and ringed her finger around Emily's entrance.

By the time my arms crossed over my chest, two index fingers, one from each girl, crooked me towards them. Mystery girl puffed out her lips in a pout. "I'm Shayla, but you probably already know."

The longer I stared and swayed on the spot, the more the two of them blurred into four but I still had no fucking clue who this girl was. All I knew was their bodily fluids was the last thing I wanted to clean off my sheets.

"I don't give a fuck," I finally muttered, threw Emily a look that I hoped reflected the disappointment that rose inside me, and jerked my thumb at my closed bedroom door. "Out."

"Aww... Jake, we know you want to play." They slithered towards me with their dark intentions completely obvious by the way their eyes raked over me shamelessly. While the idea that two mouths pleasured my cock rose interest in some parts of me - just one - none of the rest of me responded past irritation from the personal space invasion.

My right hand squeezed into a tight fist when Emily reached for it. I shrugged off the feeling of her and Shayla's hands on me when a feeling best described as disgust washed over me. My skin crawled and I turned my eyes away from the invitation. I wasn't Evan and while one girl at a time was enough for me, neither one of these two interested me.

Especially the one Drake's into.

I might be trashed but - oh fuck, Drake.

"I mean it, Emmmm," I slurred and reached for my bedroom door handle. My hand completely missed it and swiped down to my side.

What little interest had risen in my dick deflated like an air leak when two hands cupped it outside my pants. My head shook so fast I nearly strained my neck. "No. I have a girlfriend. Now get the fuck out. Now."

"Hasn't stopped you before..." she murmured out in a husky voice that grated on my ears like sandpaper. While still blurry as fuck, the gray tones in her eyes dulled them, not like the spark of green within light blue I wanted to see, fuck, I still wanted to see. "And rumor is she wants nothing to do with you any more. We can make you feel better about that, Jake."

They ignored my request and rubbed my now limp dick against my pelvis. Not even the way they groped their own breasts and moaned loudly flickered any reaction in my cock. If anything, it retreated further inside itself. I clenched my jaw tight and squeezed my fingers into my upper arms, but not from restrained pleasure.

Have some fucking self-respect.

"Maybe he's not worth the hype," Shayla whispered to Emily.

My nostrils flared and I fought the urge I slammed my fists into the nearby wall so they got my message. I already sweated out some of the alcohol I'd drowned myself in downstairs but my body flamed hotter, to the point where my vision blurred as I pushed their claws off me and stepped away.

"Get out." Right when I yanked open my door and pointed to the opening, Emily's eyes directed down the hallway and brightened.

I dragged the back of my free hand over my sweaty forehead as her whole face broke out into a smirk. My head turned in the direction she looked and my stomach dropped when I saw Harper stood in the hallway at the top of the steps.

At first, because I had no idea where she'd been today, I wasn't even sure she was really there. Pain clenched my heart when I blinked her into focus.

The most ridiculous part was my initial reaction was how pretty Harper looked, even with beer goggles. She wore a black leather coat over a long, cream colored shirt with a wide enough neck that her collarbones were exposed, black leggings, knee-height brown leather boots, and her hair pulled up in a ponytail with the ends curled.

Worst of all, a white USC jersey was folded over her left elbow. My jersey.

Oh shit.

Her free hand tightly clenched the railing and her pink lips parted open. She slipped her other hand into her leather coat pocket, then narrowed her eyes between me, Emily, and whoever the fuck - Kayla? I didn't care.

A loud groan rumbled my chest and gargled my throat when I looked back and saw the two girls still standing inside in my room, dressed in just their underwear and full-on smirks. Something-ayla blinked up at me with the biggest dark-brown set of 'fuck-me' eyes.

Fuck anyone else, sweetheart.

Griff's one floor down and across the hall, just bring food.

Harper had the exact same thought process, yet she aimed her enraged anger at me. With loud, quick stomps of her long legs, she marched down the hallway, then flung the jersey right into my face in cat-like reflexes. Right before it slapped me in the face, I caught it mid-air and the top wrapped over my forearm with a soft snap.

"You pathetic, disease-ridden cheating piece of shit cheater!" Her eyes blazed brightly, more green than blue, and narrowed the more they shifted between Emily and Shayla. "And I don't know what's worse, that you're cheating on me or doing it with two uglyass, flat chested women with zero dignity and self-worth."

"Harper, I'm not -" Sobered up slightly from her presence, I pulled the jersey down to my side.

"Fuck off, Jake! I don't share," she spat out, turned, and bounded down the stairs. "He's all yours."

"Harper -" I started when I saw she wasn't my only problem.

Drake's bedroom door was cracked open. He stood in the doorway, where his eyes flooded with anger and betrayal the longer they traveled between his unrequited love and me.

"Eh-Emily?" he rasped out, his cheeks pink when he took in her almost entirely naked state, all the way down to her bare, painted toenails.

She cupped her hands around her bare breasts, which still weren't as nice as Harper's, and dipped her head down. Drake's wide eyes turned to the other girl, then stretched even wider as his mouth dropped open. "Sh-Shay?"

Her head snapped up and she offered a shaky smile, like they exchanged the weirdest introduction I'd ever seen. "Umm, yeah. Drake, right?"

He can have them both, as far as I care.

With just one look at me, Drake's eyes burned with heat. They narrowed as he glared at me, clenched his jaw tightly, and slammed his door shut.

"Drake!" Two steps behind, my hand reached his doorknob right when he locked it with a click. "Fuck, Harper too."

Fuck. Fuck, this is just getting worse.

"Forget her and I'll forget him." Two hands snaked around me and slipped up to my chest. Emily pressed her bare front against my back and purred out, "You're better off without, we both are."

"We? There is no fucking we. Just leave," I threw over my shoulder at her and shoved her hands off as gently as I could. "Go fucking ruin the relationship of someone who gives a shit about you."

"Jake, I -" she started when tears welled up in her eyes.

I clenched my jaw tightly shut for a breath because her reaction only further fanned the anger that sparked inside me. She stumbled backwards, down the hall closer to my room, as I stepped forwards with both index fingers pointed at her. "And grab some fucking dignity while you're at it. Fuck, Drake likes you, Em. His friendship is more to me than some pathetic threesome."

My rejection finally sunk in as her eyes darkened at the word 'pathetic.' With slightly pursed lips, she spat out, "Fuck you, Jake."

Despite the fucked up situation and the fact my brain barely formed a coherent thought, my lips curled upwards. "Not tonight and not ever. If I find either of you in my room when I come back, or ever again, then I'm calling the fucking cops for trespassing."

My bedroom room spun as I stumbled back into it, dragged Shayla out through the open door, and flung both her and Emily into the hallway. They threw all kinds of squealed swear words at me but I just slammed the door shut.

"Fuck," I cursed and smashed the back of my head hard into the door so that the hallway sounds of protest stopped.

Unfortunately, the impact split pain across my forehead but I ignored it as I slumped over. My knees wavered and it dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

"Fuck!" I roared out loudly, until my throat strained, and slammed both hands onto the floor. The carpet muffled and dulled the pain that rippled through the sides of my hands but I groaned loudly.

My spine rounded as I cupped both my hands into my forehead, which pounded hard into my skull. The view of my feet blurred from my view as I drew my knees up and rested my elbows on them. A ringing sound pierced my ears and I coughed at the dryness that choked my throat.

I hadn't noticed the door opened until it bumped into my back.

"Jake? You in here?" Of all people, Griff's head stuck into my doorway, then looked down at me. "Why the fuck are you on the floor, bro?"

Before I answered with a Griff-like 'sitting here' answer, he pulled his head back and called out, "He's in here!"

A low groan rumbled my chest and throat as I squeezed my eyes shut. The pounding sensation in my forehead throbbed harder until each painful beat drew all my attention. I hadn't heard the loud footsteps that approached my room and was only vaguely aware of the arms that gripped under each of my armpits, then hoisted me up and dragged my ass down the hallway.

Another groan, this one accompanied with a grunt, left me when my back and ass hit a hard surface.

"What the fuck?" I croaked out as ice-cold stings shot all over my legs, torso, and arms.

My hands shaded the water that pelted my face and I blinked until I realized I sat on the floor of the bathroom shower. A completely shaved bald, light-skinned head pulled back and Grant's furrowed expression stayed blurry no matter how many times I blinked.

"Stop!" I garbled out the word from the water that flowed into my mouth. As it shot right into my gag reflex, saliva pooled under my tongue and I sputtered a few times. "Fucking turn it off!"

"Stay down, Jake," Evan's voice grumbled above me and his hands pinned my shoulders down. His eyes glared at me and he ignored the water that pelted the back of his head and neck.

"Fuck off!" My throat strained as I roared out and shoved him off. Two more hands grabbed my wrists and held me in place.

My shoulders turned and I thrashed my legs, but more and more hands pinned me down. Soft grunts and curse words spilled into my ears between the pattering sounds of the water that hit my now soaked clothes. Soaking wet and weighed down heavily, I blinked my eyes rapidly and thrashed my legs a few more times.

Grif, Evan, Zach, and Adonis all pinned down different parts of me and held me in place until the water ran warmer. With my eyes squeezed tight, my curse words turned into mumbled, inaudible words, until my shoulders and head slumped down.

"You good?" From where his hands shackled my ankles, Griff muttered with a look like didn't trust me, "Stay down. Don't do anything stupid, bro."

With a raspy, water-soaked breath, I nodded and sat up. The guys grunted their concerns, then pulled the shower curtain closed around me and exited the bathroom in a single file of silhouetted shapes. My back rounded as I curled my arms around my drawn in knees, closed my eyes, and let the water take the tears that surfaced.

Fuck, I've really screwed up this time.

And she'll never forgive me.