"Liv, get over here NOW!" What a lovely salutation. All I'm trying to do is watch Modern Family with Quinn and Tina and this kid has the nerve to demand I beckon her call immediately.

"Alright, we're coming back to campus soon anyway. See you in ten?"

"Definitely. We're at the Den. See you soon, babe. Got someone I want you to meet, also you know I don't like hanging with these kids without you."

"Well this can't be good-"

"SEE YOU SOON!" *click*

"Britt?" Quinn asked. As if she had to, she already knew who it was by Brittany's excessive volume.

"You already know. She's hanging with Reagan at the Den, so I clearly must accompany her," I say back, sarcastically.

"Well, we mustn't keep her waitinggg!" Tina singsonged. With that, we all gathered our back packs and shoes and headed for the door out into the cold air.

I guess I should probably stop telling you this story, and start giving some background info, eh? My name is Olivia, and I play softball for none other than the prestigious college of Yale University (go bulldogs). I was recruited here to do big things, and that's what I'm doing. I'm right on track for Rookie of the Year, I've belted 10 homers thus far and I don't plan on stopping.

I met a bunch of these kids from Lima, Ohio: Quinn, Tina, Puck, and Brittany. They're wicked awesome; and when I'm not hanging with my teammates, I'm with them. They're all a year older than me except Britt. We have a lot of classes and we hang literally every night in the lib doing homework. She's kind of my best friend here. It's pretty sick. And of course she's kinda dating Reagan, resident hockey stud. Naturally. Whenever Britt goes to hang out with the hockey broads, she always drags me along. She doesn't know them well enough yet, so I get the pleasure of feeling awkward with her. Okay, back to the story.

After packing up our stuff and getting our shoes on, we exit Quinn's house and enter her car. She's a babe, always driving us around wherever we need to go. Quinn's probably the nicest person I've met here. Luckily, her house in literally a mile from campus, so it's not a far journey back.

"Thanks, Q!" Me and Tina chime in unison.

"Later, guys. Liv, I'll see you tomorrow at the game," Quinn replied, smiling.

"You da you da best," I grin back.

"Headed to the Den?" asked Tina.

"Yep, you want to come? Britt's with Reagan and her clan, so the more the merrier when it comes to getting to know people, I always say,"

"Nahh, I have tons of homework just dying to be started. The perks of being a PT major," Tina groaned out.

"Yo, I hear ya. Physical therapy does not sound fun. Alright I'll see you tomorrow," I say back. With that, we part ways.

"Someone to meet?" I think to myself. What could she possibly mean? Unless...nah it can't be...could it? Brittany has made it clear to me she is not the straightest person in the world. Naturally, I could not care less. I love that kid and I don't care who she dates. We always crack gay jokes and make jabs at each other for everything. Every once in a while she'll teach me a lesson in Lesbian 101.

My phone buzzing distracted my train of thought. I open the message: "You close?" and I reply a quick "you know it ;)" That was lesson number one...how to text a lesbian. Britt tells me to always say "you know it" with a wink face.

Now I firmly don't believe in restricting yourself to one gender, but in my life I have found I like my men. I date a hockey guy earlier this year, but it ended after like a week. I've never been good at relationships.

Anyway, I walk into the Den (after hours dining lounge) and immediately spot Britt and the gang, and there was a lot of them. Brittany was sitting across from Reagan, along with Megan, Julie, Bree, and this girl I haven't met yet. "That must be her," I thought. I've seen this girl; and I have to admit, she is smoking. We're talking ripped body, beautiful face, swag out the wazoo.

"LIVBUG!" the hockey girls yell. The nickname they gave to me in study hall has been growing on me, I can't help it.

"How many homers you gonna bust tomorrow?" "Gonna make the pitcher cry again?" "Yo, you guys, clearly she is going to do only the biggest of things." The exclamations flood me, and all I can do is smile and tell them I'm gonna give my best shot. These girls makes a point to come to the softball games, they enjoy them almost more than we do.

"Liv, this is Santana. We were best friends in high school, then she moved down south and now she's from Florida, like you!" Britt squeals.

"What? No way this is true, no one from Florida goes to this yankee school!" I exclaim.

"Better believe it, kiddo. Daytona Beach, represent," says Santana.

"Nice, I'm from Port Orange, right around the corner. This must mean we're best friends," I shoot back.

"Only the best. We better be inseparable this summer," she replies with a wink. A wink? How cliche...yet kinda charming? Britt just sits there grinning like she knows something I don't.

After a bit of talking and joking, curfew rolls around and I have to leave. I say my goodbyes and head back to my dorm. Once I arrive, say goodnight to my roomies, and settle in for bed, I check my profile. I see one notification. I click it.

"Here we go, ONE OHHHH! See ya tomorrow at the game? You can count on me ;)" Posted by none other than Santana.

Oh jeez, this CAN'T be good.