"Coach really made us do that," Braden moans sprawling across our couch. I roll my eyes at him and kick his feet off so I can sit. The team had to run sprints because some scrawny ass freshman had to mouth off. Coach doesn't take shit from anyone, especially freshmen. They have yet to prove that they have earned the spot on the team, at least in Coach's eyes.

"Blame the freshmen," I sigh. I lean my head back against the couch. I hear laughter from the kitchen and then a groan.

"Why are you laughing? You had to run them too," Jeremy says walking out of the kitchen with Robbie. He sends Jeremy a glare of annoyance before turning back around into the kitchen. Robbie and Jeremy are both two out of five of my roommates. They both are on the team with me but Robbie and I have been close since freshman year. We started on the team at the same time and roomed together. Trey was in our suite with us. Jeremy is a freshman this year but he is honestly one of the best freshman I have seen. Braden is a year younger than Trey, Braden, and I but he is still just as respected.

"He's right, don't even give him that look," Trey says sitting down next to Braden and I. Our season hasn't even started yet and coach is acting like we've lost a game. Our preseason practices are coming to end and we play our first game in a couple of weeks. We had to practice all through football season with lifting and running drills. With being such a well known school for basketball and being a top basketball player, the work never stops. When they said college ball is different from high school, they were not lying.

Practices are sometimes twice a day and we have workouts, away games, and we need to keep track of school. My freshman year I felt like I was drowning in all the fucking work. I sucked at keeping up in high school let alone in college. I cleaned up my act real quick when Coach started threatening my spot.

"The freshman have like one third of a brain cell," Braden comments. The freshman this year are brutal. Minus Jeremy, they are all annoying as hell for what? Probably just to be fucking annoying. The refrigerator door slams shut and I hear a loud groan.

"Do we have any food other than that suspicious green substance?" Robbie yells throwing his hands up in the air. I make a disgusted face while Trey sits up further.

"That's still in there?" Trey asks. "That's from the last party we threw. Like three weeks ago."

"So not edible?" Robbie asks. A combined 'no' is yelled from the four us while he sighs.

"We should have food. But, you two dumbasses-" Jeremy says pointing to the Braden and I. "Were suppose to go to the store."

Robbie makes a face and I laugh, "Well then we really don't have food."

Jeremy and Braden groan loudly. I get off of the couch because either we are going to the dining hall or we are going to get takeouts. All athletes here eat at a discount, so I am going to assume everyone will eat there.

"I'll drive to the stupid dining hall," Robbie mumbles. He turns back towards the kitchen again. The rest of us head out the front door while the last person behind us locks the door. We all pile into Robbie's car and I go into the front. My phone dings in my pocket and I slide it out of my gray sweatpants. I scrunch my face up at the snap I received. Snapchat just might be the worse app on this planet but girls use it, especially the jersey chasers.

"Braden guess who just texted me," I say turning around. Braden is squished in between Trey and Jeremy. Robbie starts the car and pulls out from the parking lot.

"I'm assuming this is a chick right?" Braden asks shaking out his hair. Trey rolls his eyes at Braden and so do I. As if that's even a fucking question to be asking. I am pretty sure the only guys I Snapchat is the basketball groupchat on there. Other than that, it's pretty much all girls.

"No it's your fucking mother," I say to him. He narrows his eyes at me. Jeremy and Trey laugh loudly. Braden reaches his bronze arms over their shoulders and smacks the back of their heads.

"No jokes about the mother, Fletcher," he snaps. I roll my eyes at him tossing him my phone. He reads over the Snapchat and he releases a loud laugh. He hands me back my phone, "That's hilarious."

"Who is it?" Robbie asks glancing at us from the drivers seat.

"Lucy Steel," I comment. I open the snap. Its Lucy with her blonde hair and all her cleavage with text written on it 'hey.' This is definitely not the first time this has happened. Girls usually go from one guy to another or they stick with one guy consistently. It honestly depends on the girl, sometimes they will get what they want and never speak to us again. That's if one of us get lucky. For the most part they get attached and want something more.

Braden snorts, "You can have her, man. She's fucking hot."

I open up a few more Snapchats and respond to them all with the same one. To be completely honest, I barely entertain most of these girls. I only have one consistent hook up at the moment. Kristen and she has been doing the job just fine. I have no desire to commit to her and she knows the deal.

"Did you see Michigan this year?" Jeremy speaks up. I look away from my phone and glance towards him. Michigan has been getting better every year and this year I have heard some good things about them.

"They are looking pretty competitive this year," Trey adds in.

"Hayden Price is a pussy," I state putting my phone into my front pocket. Hayden Price seems to think he's hot shit because Michigan is semi good this year. Although Hayden Price is not my biggest concern when I have Jordan Kappalac from Duke, our rival school always on my ass. The douche can't seem to keep his name out of his mouth.

"You think everyone is a pussy," Braden chimes in from the backseat.

"Fletcher has a point considering he cried when Jordan Kappalac dunked on his ass," Robbie states. "Sorry to mention the douchebag but c'mon dude everyone knows you can't give Kappalac the fucking satisfaction."

"Exactly why he is a pussy," I confirm my point. Hayden Price is the only one on Michigan that poses an actual threat.

"Yeah but his girlfriend is hot as fuck," Braden groans handing me his phone as Rob pulls up to the commuter lot. Our house is only a three minute drive away from campus, so usually it doesn't take long but if there's traffic then it could take ten. The basketball house has been passed down for years, so we had the location in the bag.

I look at the Instagram page of Hayden Price. He's standing next to a leggy blonde with pale skin but she's pretty fit. She is posed up next to him on the court after Michigan's upset against Ohio State. The Big Ten Conference in basketball usually doesn't get much hype but things are looking up for them this year.

"She's attractive," I shrug my shoulders handing Braden his phone back. Robbie takes his keys out of the ignition before motioning for the phone. We all walk out of the car as Robbie comments on Hayden Price's girlfriend. For the most part we all have a different type which is good. Since we never have any issues between us at least.

"Sorry not everyone can have double Ds, Asher," Braden states shoving my shoulder. I roll my eyes at him as Robbie shrugs his shoulders at the girl. Braden snatches the phone from his hands, "Whatever you freaks, she's hot as fuck."

"She looks like a basic bitch," Trey states as I get out of the car. I laugh at the comment from Trey. The minute Trey accidentally chucked a basketball at my face the first day of practice the kid and I have been best friends since. He has my back and I have his.

"You all especially, Fletcher, have all had your definition of basic girls," Jeremy comments. I roll my eyes at him throwing up a middle finger. Jeremy has a girlfriend, therefore he makes it known to everyone he wants nothing to do with any jersey chaser.

"You can't say shit you have a girlfriend. You my friend are whipped," I call him out. It's his turn to flip me off as he moves to go in front of me.

"Oh and you can say shit? Mr having sex with Kristen but no relationship," Trey states. I narrow my eyes at him while he smirks in my face. He's right I am sleeping with Kristen and there will never be a relationship with her. Why would there be? She's great but not for me. Relationships just may never be for fucking me.

"Shut the fuck up," I say shoving him. He laughs a little harder shaking his head. The walk from the commuter lot to the dining hall is short as the five of us walk into the bigger of the two dining halls. Robbie and Braden are debating about what they want to eat. While I shoot them a look of annoyance. The dining hall is pretty empty since its past the usual time everyone goes to eat.

I push my hood over my head and release a loud laugh when Robbie compares the tator tots to sex. I catch sight of a tall blonde whose blue eyes widen when she sees us.

"Have you spoken to Jordan recently?" Robbie asks pulling me away from checking out a tall blonde. I snap my head in his direction giving him an annoyed look. Jordan Kappalac and I have always had bad blood. Ever since him and both were getting top offers. As well as number one in the country.

"Fuck no," I snap at him. I would never fucking willingly talk to Jordan Kappalac. He just loves to fucking rile me up for no reason. He only talks shit or makes shady remarks on his Twitter or Instagram. He's a wimp and a coward.

"Jesus, chill Asher. It was a simple question the dude."

I don't respond to him as he puts his hands up in defense. I glance over at the group of girls again. I catch sight of the group of girls again. I see a short, brunette standing in the middle of the group. She's petite and tan with freckles decorating her face. I glance away from the small girl and towards the sandwich area. I walk up to the screen and order my sandwich. Robbie takes the computer next to me and orders his own. I walk towards the drink section and spot the girl from before,

She barely reaches my shoulder as she looks over the freezer for a drink. Her long brown hair covers her back but her small frame is noticed underneath the big sweatshirt. It goes just above the hem of her shorts. Her tanned legs are muscular as she rocks on her tippy toes reaching for something on the top shelf. I check her out in the most unsubtle way I possibly can. All the way from her Nike running shoes to the top of her brown hair. She pulls down a Gatorade turning around. She jumps back in surprise her ring covered fingers slipping from the Gatorade bottle. I offer her a cheeky smile as she just blinks at me. Her long lashes blink at me and I finally get to see her pretty hazel eyes. She is just a natural pretty, which you don't see much of here.

I reach down and grab the Gatorade bottle from the floor. I hand it to her, "Here."

She clears her throat grabbing the bottle from my hand. I instantly pull back as I feel her fingertips graze mine.

"Thank you, I didn't even see you were behind me," she responds. I look over her again because how could I not. She is nothing like Kristen, actually the exact opposite.

"No problem," I tell her. I watch her hazel eyes trail over me just like I did with her making a smirk become etched onto my face.

"Thanks again," she says before turning on her sneakers. I am about to stop the girl to get her name or number. A hand clamps down onto my shoulder.

"Who was that?" I turn to see Robbie. I want to bitch him out but I get distracted watching the girl grab her sandwich. She walks up to another girl with paler skin and straight brown hair who is much taller than her. Then another brunette who is just as short and petite as she is. I shake my head watching as she scrunches her face at the salad the blonde girl holds out.

"I have no clue."