Andria sat on the bench as sweat rolled down her forehead. 'Hell Week', as her coach called it, had just begun, and she was feeling it. Having accepted a full ride for tennis, the brunette's days had been filled with the monotony of morning, afternoon, and the evening practices. Her friends back home, though proud, wondered why she would put herself through this, but they just didn't understand. You had to love the sport to truly appreciate the reason why athletes do what they do.
The bench jostled. Andria looked to her right as her friend, Samantha, took a draft of cool water from a blue under armor bottle. "And here I thought coach was going to take it easy on us," she said. Samantha smoothed out her blue tennis top and white tennis skirt. "You looked good out there, like always. You big show off."
Andria grinned. As with most athletes, Andria had a fit, toned body. Though her build was slender, strong tempered muscles flexed as she clenched her tennis racket. She had faint olive skin, which gave her a California beach girl kind of look. Her dark brownish black hair, normally straight was tied in a ponytail. Her legs were beautifully long while her chest was full and her body beautifully proportioned. She could have gone into fashion, if she had wanted. Her mother tried to convince her multiple times, but she wasn't interested in that. She was right where she wanted to be. Athletics.
Her violet eyes locked onto Samantha's green. "I gotta thing for style. Can’t blame me for that?” The distant sound of cars began to slowly roll in. “I’m going to miss the silence.”
“Isn’t your roommate coming today? You know, if you asked, I’d totally be your roommie. Way better than a stranger.”
Andria rose an eyebrow. “It was Amy, right? Yeah, I don’t think she'd like that. Plus, I don’t mind. Just hope she isn’t a total--”
“Bitch?”
The first year shrugged. “Not exactly the words I’d choose, but yeah. If pre-seasons already this difficult, I don’t wanna deal with somebody difficult.”
Samantha sighed as she got to her feet. The other matches were slowly wrapping up. “Which is why I extended the offer,” she said. “Lets go. You down for a girls night out? Scarlet and Tera told me about a party later. We’re definitely invited.”
Scooping up her things, Andria winked at her teammate as she made her way towards the tennis facility’s gatehouse. “We’ll see.”
Changed into a pair of black leggings, neon green laced, grey sneakers, and a baggy sweatshirt in the school’s royal blue and white colors with tennis stenciled under the school’s mascot, a husky, Andria made way to her dorm. She dodged a few move ins on her way exchanging hi’s here and there. Hiking her bag of rackets higher on her shoulder, she swiped her card over the building’s ID reader and walked in.
It was a relatively short climb to her room. She slid in the key, unlocked the door and walked in. Her gaze was drawn to the new girl. She had a pixie cut - a fashion that Andria wasn’t brave enough to try herself. A number of thoughts creeped into her mind, but she dismissed them. No reason to judge before getting to know she thought.
“You must be my roommate!” Walking over to her side of the room, she dropped her racket bag at the end of her bed. “I’m Andria. If the university gave me your contact info, I’d definitely give you a ring to figure out room arrangements. Need any help? I’ve got some time to kill.”