University of Michigan
Nora Quinn
The quiet girl around campus with a wild roommate. She likes to stick to her studies and not draw any attention to herself.
Brayden Davis
Number one Quarterback and draft pick. He is your average college playboy...
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I was going to shit my pants because I was so nervous. I felt so nauseous, I was going to throw up right on the field. "You okay? You look like you're about to throw up." Carter asked as he put his jersey over his pads.
"I might," I said truly.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because there is a spectator from the NFL spectator in the crowd today." I announced.
"Dude, you got this, you know how good of a player you are." he advised.
"Thanks man, but I'm just so fucking nervous, this is the first time I had the NFL come and watch me." I chugged my water down, and suddenly my throat became even more dry.
"Two minutes boys! Hurry up!" Coach yelled as he banged on the locker room door. I took a deep breath before exhaling. I've never been so nervous.
"Just act like he's in his underwear." Blake said, slapping my back. I rolled my eyes. He never takes anything serious.
"Easy for you to say, you wish everyone was in their underwear." Noah said, sitting on the bench.
"Not the guys, just the girls." He winked. Everyone groaned at Blakes "joke."
"Let's just go." I said. We all walked out of the locker room and waited near the tunnel, so we could exit. I rolled my neck, stretching it out.
Here we go.
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"Wow, these are our seats?" I asked, amazed at the view of the field. I thought we were sitting farther back, but I guess not.
"I know, I told my dad we wanted to sit further down." Natalie rolled her eyes.
"No, this is great! I've never been to a sports game before." I said, sitting down in my seat. I could see the staff getting the field and everything else ready for the big game in a couple of hours. It was currently five and the game started at seven.
"You mean a game?" Olivia chuckled, I slowly nodded my head. I guess no one called them sports games.
"Sorry," I apologized. Shoot, I needed to work on my apologies to people, I said I wouldn't do that. I gulped and looked back at the field.
