Enzo:
My head was all over the place as my preparation for college had me neck deep. And as an athlete, I had a lot more forms to fill and things to do. I had gotten my room in the student athlete's apartment, and registered myself to be able to earn through playing basketball.
I know it's a lot for me but staying at the apartment in Mirrielees was beneficial was us athletes because the coaches would be able to keep proper tabs on us. And I was pursuing a higher degree but by being an average Stanford Athletics, I had a flexible schedule to accommodate both my sports and my studies. I just had to balance both times equally. I couldn't let sports cut in too much into my study time.
Rebecca came down with her kids to help me prepare for college. Her husband came but he left two days after. My mother was around but my dad left roughly three days later. He had an important business trip. But at least I was grateful that he graced me with his presence before
Audrey:Settling down in college was not an easy task. Everything was entirely different from high school and more advanced. Finding my way around was hell as I always found a way of getting lost. I got late a few times to my classes but after a month, I kinda got a hang of the environment.My parents called once in a while to check up on me and how I was coping. Mum had accompanied me to Redwood city to help get me settled but she left three days later.I had very well completed my registrations for my required classes and gotten the names of a few of my teachers handling my classes.Of all my classes so far, Anatomy was my favourite. Physiology wasn't so bad but histology was a pain the ass. I had to spend extra hours visiting a library just to keep my understanding up to date.I sighed as I walked into t
Audrey: My attention was dedicated to the woman standing infront of the class, teaching. It was more of an interactive session as she urged students to voice out their opinions and she'd shed more light on it. I was able to jot down a lot because I understood quite well. Funny how I had researched on this topic but didn't understand it as much as I did now. My eyes shifted to the boy sitting beside me. He had an elbow propped on the desk to support his head as he occasionally twirled the pen in his hands or tapped it against his notebook. His brows would furrow every now and then, and he'd write something constructive on his notebook. I saw his hands move coordinatedly against the book and I immediately got curious. He pouted his lips, carrying half his attention on what he was writing and what the professor was saying.
Enzo: My eyes were focused on the woman who had summoned me. Judging by her features, she was very young. Probably in her middle thirties. From the look on her face, I could tell she wasn't very pleased with my performance nor behaviour in her class. Scratch that, she wasn't pleased at all. Her face wore the most stern expression, and I immediately knew that it was not a good sign. I approached her, with a hand rubbing my nape. I brought my eyes up to meet hers and she just shook her head. "Really? Misbehaving during my lecture and you're expecting to understand Anatomy? Are you a joke?" She queried me.I winced, "I just asked for help, how does that make me a joke?" I questioned, raising a brow at her. So maybe I wasn't exactly asking for help from the pretty burnett I was sitting next to. But to defend my claims, she was holding a somewhat educational conversation with me."Listen Santana, you were brought to my class because your grades were bad..." She reminded me."I know, I w
Enzo: By the time I had gotten to my room, I was tired as hell and with a fuse that was going to blow at the slightest provocation. My evening was going horribly. Coach gave us the hardest time and I was highly convinced that I was going to slump anytime soon. I dropped my bag on my table and switched on the lights. Every muscle in my body was aching real bad. I took my T-shirt off and groaned, flexing my muscles as my sore body protested. My joints were burning. I massaged my nape, cracking my neck to ease the soreness I had there. I flexed my left arm, till I heard a pop and did the same for my right arm. I let out a relived sigh as the pain in my body reduced. Grabbing a towel, I stripped off my cargo pants and headed into the bathroom. I was in desperate need of a hot shower. I dumped myself under the shower, turning on the hot water. My shoulders slumped in relaxation at the easing effect. I sighed, letting my back hit the wal
Audrey: My eyes peeled open at the loud bang of my door. I shook my head, trying to shake off the sleep that was still creeping in despite my sudden headache. I glanced at the book in my hands, realizing that I had dozed off while studying. I sighed in defeat, dropping the book on the table and put myself on my feet. My legs felt so wobbly and I groaned. I made my way to my living room, haunting for the reason why my door suddenly gave out a loud bang. I stopped in my tracks at the sight of a bleeding Martin, who was hanging on Asher's shoulder for support. His eyes were barely opening but shutting more on their own. I spotted the gash by the left side of his face, directly above the rare end of his brow. My mouth fell open as Asher gently lowered him on my red couch. "Oh my God..." The sleep faraway from me as I rushed to Marti
Audrey:My head laid on the headrest of the couch, strayed, threatening to dangle off. My eyes snapped open, jolting me fully awake. The headache wasn't left behind, my head was now throbbing heavily.I groaned, holding my head in place, scared that it might fall off. I gently lifted myself up and took a look around. The guys were littered around my living room.Asher was passed out on the floor, Bentley on the couch, Carter on the floor and Martin was nowhere to be found in the living room. I looked around and the living room was clean. My guess was Asher cleaned up after everything.I yawned quietly, stretching my aching body. I never was a couch person so sleeping on the armchair didn't do me any good. Not one bit.I quietly moved up, making my way to the kitchen in gentle steps, not wanting to wake anyone up. Yesterday was hectic for everyone. I rubbed my eye as
Enzo: I sat, eyes trained on my laptop. I had a busy day planned but the sudden cancellation of practice eased it off by a few hours. No aching arms for me today and honestly, I was grateful. Also, I get to have enough time to do my report on the last histology practical we had. "Did you hear?" My ears perked up at the sudden voice and my eyes momentarily rose to meet Daniel walking up to me. "Eric Fugerson broke his arm during practice yesterday. And since it's going to take a while for him to heal, Coah Derick is quite in a delima in appointing a new temporary team captain." He stated."Hmm." Was I could do as I had my attention feed on my ongoing report. "No one knows who he is going to appoint and with rumours of a competition being at hand, everyone is tensed. I won't lie, I am tensed. Coach has been really agitated and well cold for a week now, it puts me on edge." He confessed.
Enzo: I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I didn't even look that bad, just a little stubble and moustache growing in which wasn't much of a surprise to me, I had shaved just last week Friday and here I was, again. My hair sat in messy curls over my face and a glance at the back revealed my undercut losing it's beautiful. The back was growing in real fast and I groaned because I wasn't ready for another trip to the barber's shop anytime soon. Bringing my eyes back to my hairy face, I got ready to shave and hit the shower immediately after. I stood in front of the mirror, eyes roaming my outfit. A black bogus T-shirt and mid-wash ripped jeans didn't seem like a bad pair up. I got out my black combat boots from the wardrobe and cleaned them. I slung my cross body sling bag to the back and touched myself a little with my favourite sandalwood and van