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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Fuck I felt fucking good. We were up by a lot. This team fucking sucked and I'm so fucking glad that we played them instead of a more difficult team. Like Ohio. I was fucking killing it. It's great because I was showing off to the spectator.
As we walked into the locker room, I started slapping the lockers along with my teammates. "Blues! Blues!" We shouted along with our pats.
"Alright, alright. You won, now hurry up and get out of my locker room!" Coach shouted. We immediately hurried and got into the shower, before getting changed and packing our stuff. But first we had press conferences.
"You better say smart shit. Spectators from the NFL are here. Don't mess up," my coach said, tapping my back as I walked into the busy room. As soon as I got into the room, people shouted my name, cameras flashed at me.
I took a deep breath before moving my chair out and sitting down. The chair squeaked as I went to sit down in it. I placed my water next to my mic, waiting for questions. I picked on a guy who raised his hand first.
"Braydan, how did you feel scoring all three of those touchdowns today?" He asked. Stupid fucking question.
"Ugh... good," I chuckled.
"Do you have any team lined up that you would like to go to?" A girl asked when I pointed to her.
"I'm happy to go with any team." I said, honestly. It was true. I'm not going to complain about getting picked up by an NFL team. Now I do have teams I would like to go too, but if I get picked by another team, I wouldn't care.
I point to the next person to answer their question. "You're graduating soon, are you going to be settling down any time soon?" A guy with a long beard asked.
"Ugh," I chuckled. I never knew how to answer these questions. "You know, I'm in my early twenties, I'm graduating soon, so I'm just enjoying life as it is right now. No rush right now." I smiled. The interviewer nodded at my answer.
And it went on like that for the next hour. Once I was done with the press conferences, I grabbed my bag from the locker room and drove home. I was tired as shit. I didn't want to party tonight, even though we won. My phone buzzed, I had an Incoming call. I hit the accept button on my car wheel to answer it.
"Hello," I answered.
"Where are you?" Blake shouted through the phone. I cringed and turned down the call.
"Where the fuck are you? Why are you shouting?" I asked.
"At the bar, hurry up. Girls are getting topless and Iris is here." I knew he was smirking right now. I sighed.
"I'm tired. I really don't want to go tonight." I said.
"Wow, am I talking to Braydan right now or a grandpa?" Blake asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, bye." Done with his shit, I hung up the phone as I pulled into the driveway of our house. I didn't have the energy to joke around with him right now. My hands roamed through my hair, I let out a sigh and slammed my head against my head rest. Fuck, what do I do?
