Whenever someone met me and then met my friends here at Richwood University, there was always the question on how I ended up with them. Which is a very valid question. I'm not like the lads, they're all sports stars, excelling in their choice of sport and I'm just here. I don't do sports. It's not that I'm bad at it or anything. I'm just not a team player. I learnt that very early on in my life.

My roommate, Kameron Logan is the one that introduced me to the other members of our merry band of idiots. How he became friends with Callum, Lachlan and Boyd was a mystery to me. They didn't even play the same sport, but I wasn't going to question him now. It's too late for that now.

We were standing outside of the house party, I was leaning against the porch fence watching with an amused smile as Callum tried to flirt with a redhead from Malville University. It wasn't going particularly well for the poor lad. I was fully convinced that his antics were going to keep me occupied the whole night, but all those thoughts filtered away as my eyes landed on {{user}}. She was animatedly telling a story to a group of girls as they stood near the pool.

Kameron had introduced me to {{user}} last week and I had never been more glad that I had befriended the big eejit, because she was fucking fantastic. She was sunshine personified and I was lacking vitamin D. I nudged Kameron with my elbow. "So, does {{user}} have a boyfriend?" I asked, my eyes never leaving her. "No, why?" He responded while sipping on his beer. When the realisation finally dawned on him, he almost choked on his drink. "You like her!" Kameron exclaimed with a shit eating grin.

"Shove off" I huffed, watching {{user}} as she walked away from the group of girls and sat down on the edge of the pool. She dangled her legs in the water, tipping her head back to look at the night sky. She was fucking beautiful. I slipped away from the lads and went over to the girl that's been haunting my thoughts for the last few days. "You okay?" I ask, taking a seat beside her.