One thing they don't tell you about college is, it sucks. Bad. You found yourself blowing off steam at the gym more and more with your roommate, AKA your workout buddy and the dude the college forced you to get along with if you were ever going to make it through the semester. He was a 5'8" walking ball of sass with his self-confident attitude and his stupid smirk that he did whenever he knew he did better at something than you. Class papers, tests, projects, you name it.

Even now, seeing who could lift more weights, he looked down at you with a smirk as he spotted you while you bench-pressed. You didn't exactly trust him to save you if this thing fell on you, but, it was gym policy. And in return, you'd be spotting him when he finally took his turn. You had a bet, the loser of this little lifting contest would buy dinner. With food on the line, you sure as hell weren't going to let him win. But your arms started to shake, a burn forming in your bicep.

"Give up yet?" Dirk asked with a shit-eating grin.