Nothing like Homies

Alan’s POV

"You can't quit the game when we've just started," the grumpy basketball coach yelled as I stormed out of the basketball court, furious, without looking back.

"You should have done this a long time ago, I think it would have been better for the rest of us, whose parents don't participate in partiality," Jake Blythe, one of the top basketball players, spat as he threw the ball on me.

"I can still win you all, even without the bothersome coach acting annoying," I said as I caught the ball and hurled it back on the basketball court turf.

He smirked and moved away from where I was, and I stormed out of the sporting arena. I felt very guilty because, while he wasn't entirely wrong, having a father like mine is hardly something to be proud of.

The only spot that came to me was where classes were held, which was in the main campus building. Students will be in their lectures, so I'll be comfortable a little.

All I wanted was to avoid basketball practice for the most part due to the continual stares of people, dull lecturers, and coaches attempting to be comical when they are actually annoying. Everyone in college is bothersome, I mean everyone makes me feel suffocated. I strode along the hallways with my backpack slung over my shoulder, headed nowhere in particular, until I ran into my group as they exited their lectures, their sad eyes beaming as Lizzie, Dicky, Mason, and Ken approached me.

"Did you skip basketball practice again?" Lizzie asked, quirking her nose and smirking slightly after adjusting her specs.

"Yes, I did. I just can't stand it when the basketball coach treats the other players unfairly just so he can meet with my Mr Hollywood CEO dad ", I yelped, emphasizing Mr Hollywood CEO dad.

Dicky and Ken gave me fist bumps as they added, "We've got your back dude, forever and ever."

"Let's just leave here, I'm sick of everyone gaping at us," Mason muttered angrily.

"I don't care any anymore, Mason." "They should keep staring at us and flashing us ugly smiles because our parents are celebs,"I hissed feeling so fed up.

"Lizzie, you know you don't have to act like a specs nerd while you're right next to us. "You're a sassy little thing, so why this?" Ken quipped, his lips curled into an awkward grin.

What he stated made sense because Lizzie was never like this during the hols when we all went out together, but she's all nerdy during college hours.

"Guys, I'm sure she won't be such a weirdo at the Saturday party," Dicky remarked, lifting a corner of his mouth.

"We hope you're right, bruh," the rest of us laughed.

She rolled her eyes at us, crinkling the corners of her eyes.

"There's no one like you guys, you know," Lizzie replied, wrapping her short arms around mine and Mason's shoulders, causing us to stoop slightly because we were taller than her.

As we moved through the hallway towards the main campus building's exit, we were playing pretend fights. And as I smelled the exquisite buttercup flower perfume pass by, I narrowed my sight towards the exit of the corridor and noticed the silhouette of a chick's long blonde hair done in a loose bun, her purple floral jumpsuit giving her a terrific Eight figure, her backpack slung on her shoulder as she moved hastily towards the hallway. I felt very heated and my heart ached as she raced by, but I couldn't glimpse her face.

"Can you tell me what you're looking at?" "Don't tell me your heart skipped a beat for the blonde who just passed by us," Dicky said, raising an eyebrow as he nudged me on the back.

When he stated that, my cheeks blanched. "No, why would you have such thoughts?, you know I don't do romance," I denied.

"Hmm...you best not, because she's my roommate and we're not exactly on good terms," Lizzie replied, pouting her lips.

"You have a roommate?" I asked, my eyes widening because I had not expected Lizzie to have a roommate.

"I definitely recall Alan decorating your room when we were just starting college, and you weren't a lady buddy kinda girl, so when did you have a roommate?" Ken questioned, startled.

"Well, she's a new student who enrolled on Sunday; I went to report the boring biochemistry lecturer to the dean, and all of a sudden I was made her college cosigner." "She's very lovely and everything, but I had a morning class on her first day of college, so I just ditched her, and now she's not talking to me," Lizzie groaned as we approached the end of the hallway.

The rain began to fall at that very time, and the blonde dashed to the cafeteria in the pouring rain. There was something familiar about her, but I couldn't see her face because she was drenched in the rain.

"What are we going to do, guys? The rain doesn't want us to have lunch today," Mason muttered, took a deep breath.

"We could do what she did and hurry to the cafeteria in the rain," I urged.

“What? Never! "Don't expect us to get soaked just to get to the cafeteria," Mason said, glaring at me as if I'd said something dumb, but the others didn't seem to mind our walking there in the rain based on their reactions.

"I think I've got a better idea," Lizzie remarked, lowering her glasses and winked at me. I knew exactly what she meant, so I gave Mason a snarky smirk.

"Mason, the four of us will wait here, and you'll go to the cafeteria in the rain and buy us cheeseburgers," she added, her mischievous grin becoming wider.

Mason's jaw widened and he cringed. "I'm not going," he insisted.

"All right, I'll take you to the students and force you to acquire your father's autograph for six months," Dicky added, giving Mason a cruel smirk.

"This isn't fair," he mumbled as he shrugged, trying to get out of the rain, but then turned around and said, "Dicky, you are such a dick," and used his hand as an umbrella, raising his two palms above his head, and went into the cafeteria, making the rest of us laugh.