Ryder

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Sofia~

I have lived with my brother Andrew since I moved to California about 2 years ago. We used to live in Texas but once we got the chance to move out we both took it. It's not like it was bad, it just wasn't good. So when I got the chance to go to college in California I immediately took it. Andrew always had high expectations for his life, he graduated Stanford top of his class and is now a very successful neurologist. As for me, I'm majoring in astrophysics, and for now I'm playing volleyball for Fresno State.

Andrew is 4 years older and in a lot of ways my role model, besides the fact he has a new girl over every 3 days. It's not like they ever bother me, usually they go off somewhere else. Where though... I have no idea, and personally I like it that way. I have absolutely no need to know what or where my brother takes those girls as long as he is not murdering them, we're good.

As of right now school has been going for about a month, so I had a pretty set in stone routine. Get ready, go to school, go to practice, shower, do homework, read, then sleep, and every other weekend we have volleyball tournaments. Showering and reading varied on the time but if I stuck to that plan exactly then I had about a good 8 hours to sleep. Which was perfect to me. On Fridays we didn't have practice so that also gave me extra time.

Life was pretty great, sure a small part of me always hoped I would have a boyfriend by the time I was in college but I simply didn't have time. It's not like people didn't flirt with me, a lot of very good looking guys did but I would be the one to reject them. I know how they would require attention and I didn't have time to give them that attention. I also didn't want to get my heart broken because of it so it worked out perfectly that I always had the excuse "I was busy" on my side.

I've only had 1 boyfriend in my entire life, that was in my sophomore year of high school. I'm not sure if I would even count it as a real relationship but I learned my lesson really quickly after we "broke up." We never kissed, we never had sex, we never even really went on dates. We just hung out at one of our houses, and when I felt like we might kiss something always came up. So yes I'm ashamed to say it but I've never had my first kiss and I'm a virgin as a sophomore in college.

My volleyball friends were the only friends I really had, but they were great. My best friend Marissa was the best of them all though. She was tall, blond, skinny, had blue eyes and literally the definition of beauty, she was also the best middle ever. Our coaches loved putting us in the same rotation because it was like we could read each other's movements, but besides her great volleyball skills she had an amazing personality. She was super confident, and rightfully so, as well as easy going and super easy to talk too. In other words she was perfect.

Whenever we went out together she got all the attention which was fine with me considering I didn't want it. Besides personalities we were basically the complete opposites, I had brown hair, brown eyes, wasn't skinny, and the second shortest on the team, our libero Bixby beat me on that one. Despite our differences in appearances we were probably the closest on the team, and everyone knew that. She would come over basically every Friday, and on weekends we didn't have tournaments.

But Fridays when she didn't come she was on dates with her boyfriend, and sometimes after those she wouldn't come Saturday either. It was nice occasionally because it left me some time to read and study but it did make me sad when she wasn't there, sometimes even a little jealous because she got to go on cute dates and stuff with her boyfriend but she didn't have to study as hard as me. While my goals were to have a career in astrophysics she wanted to go to the olympics for beach volleyball.

Normally when we hung out we would study, play volleyball, then just talk about interesting stuff in our lives. Nothing interesting ever happened in my life so it was mostly Marissa doing the talking, and she didn't mind that. She would talk about her dates with her boyfriend mostly, but she would also talk about classes, friends, teachers and shit. It was still fun for me though because I got to hear all about her interesting life before anyone else. She would tell me all the latest updates on people I didn't know and I would tell her anything I heard too. Overall our relationship was really good, she would always ask me if I had done anything interesting after she finished talking but my answer was the same "no" every time. Until it wasn't.

(Sorry this Chapter is short I promise when they get more interesting they'll be better.)