Casey Moon
Five years ago.
I have always had a crush on Cesar Blackwell. Who didn't?
He was the guy. The boy. The man.
He came from money. He played ball. He was the captain for god's sake. He was good at dancing. He was good in academics—not like he only used his looks and money or his looks and fame. He was actually good in academics. I mean, he tutored, for God's sake. I think you get the picture.
He was perfect.
He was the dream man for most of us. Probably all of us. Maybe some people would say they weren't into him, but let's be honest—if he gave them something solid, we would all be flailing like fish.
Cesar's cons? Only one defect. He was a man whore.
He would hit anything and everything. He didn't know if someone was ugly. He didn't know if they were short. He didn't care how you looked like. He would hit it.
He had rules though— it's insane that everybody knew what it was— but we all did
He had five rules.
1. No underage.
2. No relationships.
3. No drama (cheaters(people in relationships)).
4. No expectations.
5. And number five, which he put in bold—No virgins.
As long as you were a woman, fit into his rules, he would hit that. No question.
As much as I wanted Cesar, as much as I craved him, I had two issues that made it seem impossible to have the man I wanted.
For one, I did not want to be a one-night stand. But then again, he didn't even do one-night stands. It was like—welcome, ma'am, thank you, ma'am.
You get fucky, you forget it.
I didn't want us to have that meaningless thing where we just did it, and the next thing I knew, he didn't even remember my name.
Now, my second issue was that I was still very much a virgin. My hymen was intact, and if we were to believe what we heard about his rules, he didn't do those.
He wouldn't do me.
By then I was just in my first year, but Cesar was about to graduate
Now, I get what you must be thinking. I could just get rid of my virginity and have my time with him, and trust me I thought about it. But no man had ever even reached half of what Cesar was or how he made me feel. Not one. No one had ever come close.
I went on two dates and realized I was wasting my time—and the time of those poor guys—because all I kept thinking about was Cesar.
I was crazy for him. And so, I made a decision. I was going to make Cesar mine.
But with Cesar in his last year, graduating, leaving—I was running out of time. Once he graduated, I would no longer have a way to get to him.
I had been going to parties just because I heard he would be there. I had even failed myself in a subject, hoping to get tutored by him. Foolish mistake.
I had made foolish attempts to try and get his attention. And never did. This party tonight? This was my last shot.
I had already given up on the idea of the two of us ever being together romantically. Now, I was fully focused on one thing and one thing only.
I wanted him to be the first man I slept him.
I wanted him to be my first.
I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity.
I changed my goals because I knew he was leaving, and I would probably never see him again. I was taking this one chance.
,~~~~~
I was staying with my roommate, Leanna, and I had been obsessed with this party because of Cesar ( she didn't need to know that).
Leanna had already promised me she would take me to the party, so I was waiting for her to come out of her room. I was ready, I had been ready for this part for hours...
And she was still in her room. I didn't know what was taking so damn long. I was about to go knock when there was a knock on the door.
I walked towards it absentmindedly, my head full of thoughts about Cesar—about seeing him later, about what I had to do. How to get him to notice me...
Even if I had to walk up to him and ask him to sleep with me, I would do it.
So I opened the door.....And there, standing in front of me—was Cesar.
I was tongue-tied. For a second, I didn't know what to say. No words came.
I just stood there, staring at him. And then, all of a sudden—
"Oh, hey, Cesar!"
Leanna. My roommate. Her voice was irritating in this circumstance.
She pushed me aside, moving straight to him, going in for a hug. This was new.
Okay, I know Leanna kind of knows everyone. She's social like that. But I had never heard her talk about Cesar. Never seen her with Cesar before.
So where was this Cesar hugging coming from?
Cesar hugged her back. But his eyes—his eyes stayed on me. And he looked…offended.
Like I had done something. Like I had personally wronged him.
But then Leanna stepped back, smiling up at him.
"I was beginning to give up on you." she purrs
And before I could even process that, she was pulling him inside.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked sweetly, flirtatiously.
His back was turned to me now. I was still standing by the door. No one had bothered to close it. So I had to close it.
I turned toward them. Leanna handed him a bottle of water. He put it aside.
Then, with no hesitation, he picked her up—by her ass—and whispered in her ear. Loud enough for me to hear.
"Where's your bedroom?"
And in that second, I understood. This was a booty call! Fucking fuck!?
Leanna giggled, using her hands to point toward her room. And Cesar took her there so fast while openly fondling her ass.
I stood there in shock. What the hell was happening? But that didn't last long because five minutes later—
Leanna's moans and screams were filling the whole place.
God. Damn. It!!
There goes my chance. My chance of ever having Cesar. My chance of ever giving him my virginity. All of it—stomped to death by Leanna.
Just great. I'm angry. I'm fuming.
Her giggling moans, her screams, the way she keeps shouting his name—it's torture.
I rush toward my room, slam the door shut, throw myself onto the bed, and bury my head under my pillow and blanket, anything to block out the sound.
But it's useless. It's still there.
And for reasons I don't even understand, tears stream down my face, choking me. Like Cesar had just cheated on me.Which is ridiculous because he wasn't mine and he doesn't even know me.
For what feels like hours, I lie there, drowning in my own misery—until suddenly, Leanna's voice gets closer.
Then, before I know it, she's pulling my blanket off me. I sit up, dazed.
"Hey, are you okay? Have you been crying?" she asks like she actually cares.
Fuck you, Leanna
"No, I just have a headache." I lie instead.
"Do you want me to get you some painkillers?"
That question kills me because Leanna is actually a great roommate. She's friendly. She's cheerful. She's social. She's a good girl and I really like her.
And I hate that she just slept with Cesar. That even after that, she's still trying to take care of me.
"I'm fine," I lie.
"Okay, well, Cesar's taking us to the party. Come on, let's go."
The party. I had completely forgotten about the party.
"I think I'll just stay here," I mumble.
"What?" she gasps. "But you were so excited! You couldn't stop talking about it! You forced me to come with you, and now you're backing out?"
"I just—"
"If it's the headache, I can give you painkillers right now, and you'll be fine. You can't miss this party! It's the biggest one of the year! And it's your first year, you have to go!"
I don't know. But then I hear his voice.
Cesar.
He appears at the door, looking at his phone.
"I got calls, I got shit that needs my attention—come on, let's go."
He doesn't even look at me. Then he turns and walks away.
Leanna grins.
"Come on! Do you know what I had to do to get him to come here? You get to show up at the party with Cesar. Think of the social credit!"
And before I can argue, she's pulling me up, dragging me toward the door. My mascara is probably everywhere. My hair is a mess.
But none of that matters because she's already pulling me out the door and Cesar is nowhere in sight.
She grabs my shoes from the doorway, and we rush after him, barefoot, her heels clicking on the floor.
We finally spot him, already halfway down the hallway.
"Cesar! Wait!" Leanna calls.
He doesn't turn back. Doesn't stop. He just keeps walking.We're basically running after him now.
By the time we get outside, he's already at his car, waiting. Still on his phone. Not even acknowledging us.
How big is his ego?