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“How’s beam been?” she whispers as the coaches debate amongst themselves.
“I don’t think it’s our year.” I can’t help but laugh.
Bria and I opt to stay together to wait for the email, so we make our way to the athlete’s dining hall.
“Who do you think our six will be?” Bria asks after we grab our cafeteria chicken taco salad and fountain soda.
“Us,” I say then take a drink as I shrug.
“You think any of the freshman will make the cut?” she asks, stabbing her salad a little too aggressively, and I nearly spew soda from my nose and begin choking. “Arms up. Arms up!” She laughs.
“Jesus, Riles, you need to stick with the bourbon. That shit will kill you,” comes from behind me.
Bria twirls around, and her jaw drops as I quickly grab a napkin and wipe under my nose. As soon as I finish, Oz Hunt, Lincoln’s defensive end, sits beside me.
“Hey.” I awkwardly laugh as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Bria, this is Oz. Oz, Bria.”
“Hey, girl.” He smiles at her, and she squeaks out a “Hey” in return.
He turns to me and asks, “How are you feeling today?”
“Did you know that sipping actually mean sipping, even in college?” I joke.
He laughs, and he laughs in a loud, from the belly kind of way. “I do. And no shit, Riles, I was having a hard time keeping up with you.”
Hudson Hart sits beside him, and Cody beside Hart.
“What is happening here?” Bria whispers, and I have to bite back a laugh because it is highly unusual that three seriously hot college boys would sit with us, and it feels even more like an alternate universe because they’re football players … who actually play and aren’t riding the bench to improve the team’s GPA.
“Bria, this is Cody Warren. He’s—”
“I’m aware,” she again whispers so only I can hear.
I continue so it’s less awkward, “My roommate. And—”
“Are you kidding me?” she gasps, and not in a whisper this time.
My face catches fire due to secondhand embarrassment for my friend. “No, I’m—”
“First that hockey guy, Theo Rivera, shows up to one of our competitions last year to watch you, and now—”
“Oh, shiiit.” Oz laughs.
I shake my head, “It was nothing. It was—”
“Bullshit,” Hudson Hart cuts me off.
“Nuh-uh!” I huff. Yep, I nuh-uh’ed Hudson fucking Hart.
“Ever meet someone so polite you know they’re overdoing it because they secretly want to shank you?” Oz chuckles, and before I can reply, he says, “No? Me, neither … until last night. Riles, babe, what are you dragging me into?”
“I’m a football girlie now,” I lamely defend myself.
“Now”—he looks at Hart and sighs. “She said now.”
Hart nods. “Yeah, man, she did.”
Both massive men look at Cody. “You were just named captain of our team; you’re supposed to have our backs.”
