Chapter 1
Wave POV
My name is Waylon Braddock, but I go by Wave.
I currently attend Westbridge University, and I’m in my senior year.
I’m studying Business Administration with a concentration in Entrepreneurship, mainly because I’m expected to take over my family’s company once I graduate.
These past four years have been a breeze. I’ve managed to keep my grades up, stay out of serious trouble, and somehow make it all the way to captain of the basketball team.
Football season is up first, though, so for now, I’m just warming up before our season starts.
I recently broke up with Callie.
We’d been on and off for three years, and somehow, our friends—and hers—still have hope that we’ll eventually find our way back to each other.
I don’t think so.
“Wave!”
I looked over as my best friend, Marcus, jogged toward me with his backpack hanging off one shoulder.
“Damn, you’re loud this early,” I said.
“It’s the first day of senior year. I’m allowed to be excited.”
“You’re excited about school?”
“No,” he said. “I’m excited about it being our last year.”
I laughed. “That makes more sense.”
Another one of our friends, Jordan, caught up with us.
“You two been standing here talking without me?”
“We were discussing how much Marcus loves school,” I said.
Jordan looked at Marcus. “You love school?”
“Absolutely not.”
“See?” I said. “I knew you were lying.”
Marcus shook his head and adjusted his backpack.
“So, what’s the plan after class?”
“Practice,” I said.
“Obviously,” Jordan replied. “Captain has to make sure everyone knows he’s still captain.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Never.”
Marcus looked at me. “You ready for this year?”
I glanced toward campus as more students started walking through the gates.
“Yeah,” I said. “Senior year. Might as well enjoy it.”
Jordan nodded. “Four years went by fast.”
“Way too fast,” Marcus said.
I looked at the university buildings ahead of us.
Four years.
It really had gone by fast.
And somehow, I had a feeling this year was going to be different.
“Well, there’s a party this weekend,” Jordan said, glancing between us.
“Text the group chat,” I said, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder.
“Please don’t bring Callie,” Marcus said, giving me a look.
I scoffed. “Me and her are over. We broke up before school ended, and I don’t miss her. I’m done with her crazy ass.”
Marcus nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “You better be. There’s prettier girls coming to this party.”
Jordan laughed. “Yeah, as long as Callie doesn’t ruin it for you.”
I shook my head, already tired of hearing her name.
“Whatever. Let’s get to class,” I said, starting toward the building.
The guys followed beside me as we made our way through the crowd of students filling the campus on the first day back.
