;I'm the one in charge of my life

Practise lasted longer than I would of liked for saying I was awake before the fucking sun it's self.

Miami today was nice though, bright blue skies with various white clouds floating along, breezy but not cold, the usual sunshine gracing us with it's presence.

Nothing like the sunshine state of America, huh?

After a hot shower, and a quick change, I left the gym with Cammy, Miles, Jason and new guy Eli - walking towards the parking lot and making a bee line for my car.

Jason and Miles followed Steph and Hannah to their car, obviously trying to score.

I say good luck to 'em.

The new girl had escaped with one of the other girls, Sally. Ed, Zane and Mason were chatting to a few freshman cheerleaders.

Cheerleaders. I fucking loved 'em.

Their toned and strong bodies, sexy stunts they do just rubbing your face in sexual fantasies about throwing them around and bending them any way you pleased - can't beat fucking a cheerleader - and the petit, pocket rocket was my new target.

Brother or no brother.

I wasn't intending on telling anyone about my causal night with Tori.

Telling the guys was like putting your dick in a piranha tank - they'll chew you up until nothing is left. Just a dickless baller.

"So, Eli," I drawled out, shoving my shades on. "How come you transferred from England?" I asked, casually leaning against the hood of my car.

He shrugs, tugging his bag further up his shoulder. "We transferred from New York."

"But you're English?" Cammy questioned.

"We lived there till we were like 12, then moved to New York for my dad, lived there for about 9 years, now we're here." He replied, not really wanting to say too much, or so it seemed anyway.

"You like it here?" Or more importantly does your sister?

"Do you ?" He fired back.

"I'm a sunshine state baby, don't know anything else." I replied with a cheeky smile. "Cammy is too. Jason and Miles, are both from LA."

He nodded, not saying much else.

"What about your sister?"

Smooth Maddox, very fucking smooth.

"What about her?" Eli pressed while shrugging his shoulders, lips pressed tightly together while Cammy chuckled.

"Does she like it here?" Cammy asked for me. Top guy.

"I dunno. Maybe the sun and shit." he replies.

"Well you'll be good with us, don't worry. So will she." Cammy winks. "We tend to take care of our team mates and their smoking hot sisters."

Despite him not wanting too, Eli chuckled along with me and Cammy, elbowing him in the arm.

We went our separate ways, Cammy jumping in my car for a ride back to the house we all shared on frat row.

I loved FIU - normally all colleges are football only orientated, but FIU was a college that bred and birthed drafted athletes. Football, basketball, hockey, hell, even baseball.

CNN and ESPN all attended our games; watching for our triumphs and failures, collecting information about who's next to be drafted, keeping scores and stats at hand. Vultures.

Last year I met a girl, Klarissa - hot drama chick - anyway, I left the stadium with her to be caught by the fucking reporters - next day, boom - all over the god damn sport section in the fucking college newspaper. Needless to say I didn't see her again.

You can't have a private life when you're a scholar athlete - not in this state.

Would I mind getting snapped and blasted all over the paper with Tori?

Absolutely-fucking-not.

"Yo, are you even fucking listening?" Cammy snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.

I turn and glare at him. "If I was listening I wouldn't have you snapping in my face, would I?"

"What's going on with ya? You're out of it today, man."

"I'm good. Just tired." I brushed him off as I turned into our drive.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, yeah?"

I nodded assuring him I would.

Even if I wouldn't.

Truth is; I've been burning myself out.

The 8 months lay of season where a competition wasn't on the horizon, I was still competing. With myself.

Pushing further and further which wasn't good for my injured ankle.

I haven't told anyone but they all saw the take down that Tito did at the Memphis game - snaky prick.

I chucked my bag on the floor and flopped my ass on the black leather sofa - the house was oddly quiet - that lasted all but 10 minutes when Ed, Zane and Mason waltzed in with two freshman cheerleaders, Sarah and Ashley, trailing behind them.

"Hey, Maddox." Sarah sweetly greeted me with a sex-me smile, sitting on the edge beside me.

"What's good?" I lift my chin.

Sarah was hot, no doubt. Nice to look at, smoking figure, strawberry blonde hair with bright green eyes - I was down if she was.

"Saw you in training today, you were good." She grinned, patting my knee with her perfectly manicured hand.

I look down at the contact and smirked. She was down alright.

"Honey, I'm better than good."

She giggled, not removing her hand from my knee.

"He's better than good in the sack too, you should try it." Ed said, leaning over the back of the sofa between us.

Cammy cocked an eyebrow at that statement, as did I.

"There something you two wanna tell the rest of us?" Cammy snorted.

"Well, since you mentioned it.." Ed winked then chuckled.

"You stupid ass." I swatted him away.

"You can't keep denying this connection between us, it's breaking my heart, baby." He whined.

That was Ed Kaminski in a nutshell; stupid, funny, sarcastic and stupid. He was a good egg though - best point guard on the court - although after todays training, I'm sure Eli's gonna give him a run for his money.

"So, Sarah.." I drawled out, as she twiddled the bottom of her long locks around the index finger.

"Yeah?" She looked up at me through her lashes.

"Wanna see how good I am with my hands? Or you can show me how good you are with that tongue." she instantly nodded, eyes appearing wide with joy as a flush crept up on her cheeks.

Told you she was down.

I took her hand from my knee and led her to the back yard where we had a closed off decking. It was a place where we could do shit with girls and no one else could see, or better yet, snap pictures showcasing our indiscretions.

A large L shaped outdoor seat with a matching grey rattan glass garden table placed in the middle, a couple of sun loungers the other side. Our garden was sick, like crazy nice - we had a built in square pool with a diving board each side filled all kinds of inflatable balls and boards and shit.

Sinking down on the L shaped seat, shoving myself in the corner, Sarah took a dainty seat beside me, instantly placing her hand on my chest and looking up at me with lust filled eyes.

She obviously found herself lucky to be here with me right now. And why wouldn't she?

"You just gonna look at me or are you gonna do something?" I asked, slight smirk visible.

Her hand reach down over my grey Nike sweats, cradling my growing bulge in her small hand.

"Atta girl." I cooed. "Now open your mouth and show me what you got." I winked.

And she did as she was told.

Springing my dick free from the clutches of the cotton fabric, she wrapped her soft lips around the tip earning a hiss of pleasure from me.

I should be looking down and thinking of her - but no, of course not - the fresh faced, feisty brunette consumed my entire mind.

That sexy as fuck British accent, those autumn leaf hazel eyes, that damn figure of a goddess holding onto a sparkling navel piercing I could of sworn winked at me and fuck, her face. Her face was something straight out of a five star porno - so damn beautiful.

"Mads, setting up NB --- Shit- whoa--" He halted to a stop as he stepped out onto the patio deck. "That was fast. Even for you." Cammy shot out, amused.

I silently shooed him off and he chuckled.

Continuing bobbing the freshman's head up and down my dick, the heat pooling - I finally I finished in her mouth - instantly falling soft when she gagged and spat my juice out.

Amateur.

"Sorry, I can't stand the taste of cum." she murmured, wiping her tears from under her eyes.

I shrug, tucking my dick away. "Don't worry, your taste buds will come in when you get older." standing up and walking back in the house - not even looking back to see if she was following.

Prick move? Probs.

Care? No.

I got a round of applause and a few whistles as I walked back into the living room, I did a bow for dramatics - they knew I was the man.

How could they not? I just got sucked off by a freshman first day meeting her within the first fifteen minutes of her being in my house.

Shame I didn't have the same affect on Tori that summer night at the bar.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I gotta sort my shit out. I can't keep having my mind go back to her every few minutes, I'll drive myself off a fucking cliff. But most importantly I need to keep my head in the game.

This season was one step until I get drafted by the NBA - my dream, my entire life's work.