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from wetter fingers. With
a nod he signals for her to get on top. She does. She lifts a leg
over him, straddling his back as if he's a horse. Her blonde hair is
tied back in a tight bun, exposing her flushed face.
    Cade takes a deep
breath for several seconds. Slowly, his arms push his body from the
ground. I see his muscles shaking, trembling violently. Her squeals
are audible, probably feeling his muscles bunch between her thighs.
Cade pushes all the way up, holding the position for a few seconds.
Then he does it again. And again. And again. By the thirteenth one,
he's clenching his teeth so hard he becomes red in the face. At the
last second, he grunts before going down.
    Cade and the girl on
top of him exude sexuality. The picture of them together is a canvas
of creams and tans. Nat's so close to me I feel her when she shivers,
excited from the testosterone permeating the air.
    The crowd explodes.
    Nat fans herself.
    When the blonde swings
her leg over to get off, Cade gets up onto his knees, grinning with
pride and a little too much arrogance. His white teeth stand out
against his red, flushed face like a glow stick. Nat grabs my hands.
"Hubba, hubba." She winks at me.
    "A dollar for
every push up," Ref explains, drawing the crowd's attention back
to him. "That's thirteen bucks from each donor. We'll collect at
the end," he informs us. The crowd's still going, shouting
sexual innuendos until my ears turn pink. Ref tries to calm us down.
"Settle down, you horny bastards. We still got one left."
    As if on cue, it starts
"Pax, Pax, Pax…"
    In my haze, I realize
whom they mean. UW quarterback. He's the first thing I heard about
when I got on campus. Someone named a burger after him. I jab a
finger into Nat's ribs to get her attention. Her eyes remain glued to
Cade, but she tilts her head in acknowledgement.
    "Which of them is
Pax?" I ask curiously, gesturing to a few men who have stepped
into the circle. Some of them have their backs to me.
    "How do you not
know?"
    "How do you even know?" I quip back.
    "Besides the fact
that his face is everywhere ? We're friends on Facebook."
    "I didn't know you
knew him." I shouldn't be surprised though. Nat's been out every
night since moving in. She's what I imagine a social butterfly might
act like.
    Nat shrugs. "I
don't know him know him. I just know him."
    I pause, trying to
absorb her gibberish through the thick fog covering my mind. "I'm
not sure what that means, Nat."
    "What I mean is that we've never actually met face to face so Pax doesn't
technically know who I am-"
    My eyebrows raise.
"'Technically' know who you are?" I echo. "What
happened to the good ole' days where people either know you or don't
know you?" I wonder. I don't realize I've spoken out loud until
Nat answers me.
    "Gone like the
wind, baby." She flashes a smile. "Anyway, I see tagged
pictures of him and read his statuses so I'm pretty aware of what
goes on in his life."
    Nat notices my
expression and manages to look a little sheepish. "I know, I
know. I'm kind of a stalker. But everyone's doing it, trust me. By
the way, we're not friends on Facebook. We should be, considering we
live together and all."
    "I don't have a
Facebook," I confess. I almost got one once, but I realized
there was no one I wanted to connect with. I didn't know anyone else
other than the circle Grandma had built around me.
    "You shittin' me?"
I've never heard her swear so much. I look at her, suddenly realizing
how little I know about her. "We need to get you set up with
one," she tells me. "Then we're going to a party where
you'll get to take a proper slutty picture and post it all over your
page." She sounds serious so I don't laugh. There's a moment of
silence until I nod.
    "So which one is
Pax?" I ask, breaking the quiet.
    "Really dark hair.
Green eyes. Killer smile. He's got a little dimple on his left cheek
when he grins. He also has a small tattoo of two hands intertwined
underneath his right chest. It's so sexy and romantic. I want