I wiped my tears dry as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was done crying over my cheating ex—he caused more heartbreak than happiness and I was over it. It was time to move on with my life and leave the past in the past.

Sure he was my boyfriend since 11th grade, my first time, my first love— but that all changed the moment he decided to stick his dick into someone else's vagina. I should've known that going to separate colleges would ruin us. His dream was UCLA, mine was USC. There was no way in hell that I was giving my dream up for a man.

"Yaya, please tell me that you are done crying over that no good son of a bitch." Elizabeth my best friend called from the other side of the door. I opened the door with a huff and she instantly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"He doesn't deserve your tears, baby girl."

Elizabeth Parker has been my best friend since we got paired up as roommates in freshman year. She was a blonde bombshell— big boobs, fat ass, brains, and beauty. Most people underestimated Elizabeth because she was a blonde. What they didn't know was that the 5'8 girl was just as smart as Albert Einstein thanks to her photographic memory.

She was the sweetest ever, but don't let that fool you. Elizabeth was all about loyalty and she was loyal to her friends. If you popped off at the mouth about her girls then you got popped in the mouth. Simple.

"I know." I huffed out as we pulled away from the hug. "It's just... I gave that relationship my all just to turn around and get stabbed in the back."

"God, I hate men." She laughed and hopped up on the counter as I started to do my makeup.

It was game day and we were repping our red and gold. Go trojans!!!

"Well don't you look hot today?" I compliment as I take in her daisy dukes that emphasized her perfect ass, the random basketball jersey she was wearing that was tied to a knot in the front, showing off her belly button piercing. Her blonde hair was pulled into a half up - half down ponytail.

"So do you, babe ." She says as she winds her hands up and gives me a fat slap on my left ass cheek. "Holy shit," I gasped from the sting." You heavy-handed bitch."

Turning towards the mirror, I pull down my shorts to see a nice red handprint on my ass.

"Oh my gosh." She covers her mouth as my mouth drops into an O form. "I didn't know that it was that hard of a slap." She gently brings her hand towards my ass cheeks and rubs it softly.

"It's so fat though." I laugh at my best friend and pull my shorts back up. I was wearing shorts, an oversized USC crop top, and my white air max 97's. If you couldn't tell already — we're all about that school spirit.

"Where are you bitches at?" The voice of Rhegan, our other best friend rang through our penthouse. "Bathroom." We respond as we hear the sounds of their feet coming down the hall.

"Please tell me you weren't crying over that asshole again?" Skylar hops on the counter next to Elizabeth.

"Sadly she was."Elizabeth snitches, wrapping a curl around her finger.

"Ayanna Heart," Sade says sternly."Baby girl, I get that he was your first love and all but that man was a piece of shit and did not deserve you." I nodded my head as I finished up my makeup by applying lip gloss.

"I think," Jora starts." That you should go to the party at the basketball house and get him fucked out of your system."

"I second that." Rhegan speaks up." Nothing better than a good one-night stand."

Rhegan Clarke— She is the girl you love to hate but hate to love. She had no problem putting you in your place and reminding everyone who was top dog. She may be a rich bitch but she knows how to get down and dirty if need be. If you didn't know Rhegan personally then you would think that she was a stone-cold bitch. If you had the pleasure of knowing her you would know that she is one of the most loyal and ride or die, friends, you could ever ask for.

We knew of each other in middle school but didn't become close friends until our junior year of high school. Rhegan and I have had each other's back through everything.

"As long as the person you hook up with isn't my bonehead of a twin," Skylar said rolling her eyes at one of the star players of our starting line-up.

Skylar McKay— the other half to Kyler McKay. She knew how to party and fuck shit up all at the same time. If a nobody was trying her friend group, she would be the first one throwing hands. If a good twerking song came on, she would be the first one to shake her ass. She thrives off of Hennessy and Rihanna. Skylar was the one friend who could make you smile no matter what was going on.

I would never forget the day that she told our professor that she ''was too busy texting her dick appointment of the day to listen to his boring-ass lecture." That was the day we became friends.

"I don't know about y'all, but I plan on getting shit-faced drunk tonight." Sade pranced around the bathroom.

Sade brown— pronounced Sha•dae. She was on the quiet side but give her a shot of Tito's and she would be the life of the party. She likes to fuck and she liked to chuck. Her motto was "If the boys can do it so can I" and she lived by that. If a boy fucked and chucked they would get praised, but if a girl did it, they would get slut-shamed. Sade took pride in being called a slut because she knew that she wasn't one. She was simply giving the "boys" back the same energy.

I became close with Sade through Elizabeth and from then on we just clicked.

"Alright, let's go guys. We need to hurry so that we can get the good seats ." Jora clapped as we walked out of the bathroom.

Jora Sanchez— The mom of the group, always there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on, but miss girl was a freak. She knew how to take control to get what she wanted. What Jora wanted— Jora got. Like most of our friend group, Jora was loaded but very humble about it. She was very closed off because she never knew who to trust when it came to making friends. She didn't know if they were friends with her for her or her family's money, status, and connections.

At first, Jora was a bitch to me but she lightened up over time. I would've never expected me and Jora to become as close as we are today if I never got to know the big softy she was under that cold demeanor of hers.

"First game of the season." Elizabeth says as she pours our shots ."Let's hope for a W girls. Go trojans." She cheers as we clink the mini red solo cups together. After two more rounds of shots, we walked towards the elevator of our penthouse, provided by Rhegan Clarke's "daddy".

Rhegan's father loved us and claimed that he only wanted the best for his girls. I just didn't know that that entailed him moving us all into a penthouse during our junior year of college.

His exact words," only the best for my girls." Rhegan was an only child but she considered us all her siblings.

My mom was a single mom. She made sure that I had everything I ever wanted and more. We weren't rich but we weren't poor. I guess you could say we were well off though. We managed to get by and make ends meet without a man in our lives. It had always been the two of us and that's how I liked it.

"There it is," Skylar said pointing to the black SUV parked in front. We all hurried towards the uber and got into it. The penthouse was a fifteen-minute walk to Galen Center so Uber was the wisest decision for us to make. That and we tended to get wasted at party's and we didn't want any accidents to happen.

"Hopefully we don't run into you know who after the game." Jora groans as we exit the SUV.

How could I forget, today was the first game between USC and UCLA. It would also be the first time that I've seen my ex in a week. Was I happy about seeing him today? No. Was I hoping that his ego gets crushed massively by our team? Yes.

We finally made our way to our seats just as our team ran out into the court. "You suck ass, McKay." Skylar yelled at her twin."I love you too shit face."Kyler said as he passed by us.

USC's starting five was no joke. They were all rumored to have NBA scouts coming to watch after them this season and they were all rumored to get drafted.

USC's starting lineup consisted of Kyler McKay, shooting guard. Our very own Skylar McKay's twin. He was 6'5, 230 lbs of pure muscle, and one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. He and Skylar were like dumb and dumber — but smarter. He was very protective over his sister even though she was two minutes older than he was.

Marcus King, Small forward. Marcus was a quiet one but he somehow fit into the starting fives group dynamic perfectly. He was a sarcastic son of bitch standing at 6'2, shredded, and had patchwork tattoos spread around his body. He was the shortest on the team but a giant compared to everyone else.

Abel Creed, Center. Abel stood at 6'5, he was ripped, with minimal tattoos but the muscles made up for it. He was a sweet guy and as far as I knew only had eyes for Elizabeth but he has yet to make a move. His hair was in freshly done braids today. I knew that Elizabeth was a sucker for the braids.

Dominic Steele, shooting guard. Our favorite pothead/plug. You would most likely catch Dominic somewhere getting high during the off-season. If he wasn't getting high then he was off getting his dick sucked. He had his cocky moments here and there but he was a cool dude. He was the tallest on the team standing at 6'7 and over 250 lbs of shredded muscle. Like everyone on USC's basketball team, he was fine as hell. I felt bad for the girls who got a chance to ride that bull, he was massive.

Last but definitely not least, Carson Addams, USC's biggest heartthrob, and panty dropper. He was our star player, point guard, and captain of the basketball team.

"Is it just me or did the rookie add on some muscle?" Rhegan asked eyeing Haze black. His rookie year was last year and he was one hell of a player. Haze was sure to get the Captain position after Carson left.

"He's not a rookie anymore." Elizabeth corrected, although her eyes weren't focused on the rookie. They were focused on none other than #48, Abel Creed. She's been crushing on him since our first college party.

The game was Dirty Jenga and she pulled the block that said " make-out with the person next to you." Abel Creed just so happened to be standing next to her with a goofy-ass grin.

As if he could feel her stare, Abel turned around and made eye contact with her. A smile appeared on his face as he waved at her. Her eyes widened as she realized she'd been caught and waved back softly. " Nice jersey ." He called out as she looked down.

Low and behold, she was sporting #48, "Oh my god ." She groaned hiding her face into my shoulder. "How did none of us realize that ?" I even complimented her on the outfit and didn't realize that it was his jersey.

"Y'all would be so cute together ." Jora squealed as the UCLA Bruins walked onto the court. "I've been telling her this for the longest but nooo." I joined the conversation trying to distract myself from looking towards him.

"He does not feel that way about me," Elizabeth said fiddling with her hands as she looked down at the guys getting into position. "That is so bullshit and you know it, Lizzie." Sade pinched her forearm. " Ow, you bitch ." Elizabeth smacked her back. Sade opened her mouth to retort but the sound of the announcer cut her off.

Our attention turned towards the floor as the game started. When the announcer introduced the Bruins, Skylar took it upon herself to shout "Fuck you Edwards, #12 sucks monkey balls."

"Sky." I laugh as I reach over and smack her arm. "What?" She shrugs," I'm just letting the people know that he's a dirty piece of shit ."

I shook my head lightly as I smiled down at my feet. When I looked up my eyes meet with the grey-eyed "pussy demon" himself.

Carson was hot. He was covered in tattoos and I mean covered in them. He was ripped and stood tall at 6'5. He was a giant, I wondered how girls managed to walk straight after a night with him. As if the nickname didn't deem him as a certified coochie killer.

I felt naked under his stare as he studied every feature of my face. I could feel my skin heating up from the small interaction between us. He quickly turned around as the whistle blew and got into position.

"Well someone heard you were back on the market. " Elizabeth teased nudging me with her shoulder. "If I were you, I would hop on that piece of ass, asap, no rocky," she suggested, crossing her hands in an x motion.

"You're so stupid ." I giggled pushing her away. "You love it bitch." She shrugged and turned her attention back to the game.

GO TROJANS!!!

Welcome to the USC series... I hope you guys are loving these new characters as much as I am. I can't wait for you guys to read this series. I'm excited for you guys to come on this new journey with me.

This originally wasn't supposed to come out until end of july- early august but since we hit 2K today I thought "Fuck it."

HAPPY 2K BITCHES!!! I probably will upload the second chapter later tonight. But after that I have to have self control and at least wait until HDA is done.

I fucking love you guys.