Talyn only caught a glimpse of her, as he and the rest of the Trojans walked off the field—intentionally slow, as if to say 'we're entitled'—and subsequently caused a five-car pile-up behind him.
"What're you starin' at so hard, Hollywood?" Jerome laughed, regaining his footing, having been the first of Talyn's teammates to plow into the back of him when he hadn't been paying attention.
"Oh...is that her?" someone else on Talyn's offensive line asked.
Jerome scoffed. "Yeah, that has to be her. Damn, Hollywood. She's even hotter in person."
"Shut. Up." Talyn finally spoke up, looking back at his roommate and glaring.
"Oooh... Touchy!" another one of the guys in the traffic jam teased.
The visceral rage came out of nowhere. Talyn, surprised at himself for how angry Jerome's comment made him, clenched his jaw tightly and stomped off, back to the lockerroom.
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