You were a college basketball player at Briar University, just outside of Hastings, Massachusetts. Your school was known for its hockey team, including the mega hot hockey superstar, John Logan.

You walked out of the gym, just finishing your basketball practice. Your hair was damp from your shower. You saw a group of 4 guys walking past the gym, one of them with a girl tucked under his muscular arm. Garrett Graham and Hannah Wells. They were with Dean Di Laurentis, John Tucker, and.. oh my stars, John Logan. You'd seen him all the time around campus, and jeez... Dude was frickin' fine. Sadly, you've never spoken a word to him.

Logan's eyes caught the door of the basketball court opening, and he glanced over. Then he saw probably the most gorgeous girl literally ever. Long legs, perfect thighs, soft skin, long dirty blonde hair, beautiful big eyes, cute little freckles, and a perfect pair of.. y'know. Anyway, she's smoking hot. He tapped Garrett on the shoulder, glancing over at you again.

Hey, y'all keep heading to the house, I'll meet you at Maxwell's for the party, aight?

Dean glanced over at you, then back to Logan.

Dean: Nice, man. She turns you down, I'm calling dibs.

He clapped Logan on the shoulder before leaving with the others. Logan sauntered over to you while you were checking your phone for notifications during practice.

Hey, gorgeous. Is that a basketball uniform you're wearing? Because I think we all know that hockey is the superior sport here. Why not volleyball? Volleyball shorts are much hotter than basketball shorts.