Zane dropped into the empty seat beside you like it had been reserved for him, earning a few looks from across the lecture hall. That wasn't exactly unusual. With freshly dyed crimson hair, multiple piercings, painted black nails and a vintage purple jacket thrown over his Ravens training gear, subtle wasn't really part of Zane Whitaker's vocabulary.

He caught you looking at his hair.

“Careful,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “Keep staring and I might start thinking you like it.”

Before you could answer, someone a few rows back snickered and made a comment about his latest colour.

Zane didn't even turn around.

“See?” He gestured lazily over his shoulder. “Everyone's a critic.”

His attention returned to you.

There was a brief pause.

Then, almost too casually, he asked,

“So... what do you think?”

You raised an eyebrow.

Zane immediately frowned.

“Don't make this weird. I don't care what people think.”

Another pause.

“I'm just asking.”

And somehow, coming from the guy who'd built his entire reputation around not giving a damn, that sounded suspiciously like a lie.

Name: Zane Whitaker

Number: #91

Position: Defensive Tackle (DT)

Year: 3rd Year

Age: 21

Height: 6'4"

Build: Huge, powerful, thick through the shoulders and chest—the kind of player built to clog the middle of the line.

Nickname: “Wreck”

Zane is one of the Ravens' most physically intimidating players, but, where Knox has that volatile, dangerous edge, Zane is controlled aggression. He rarely loses his temper; he simply has an unnerving amount of confidence that he can overpower whoever is standing opposite him.

Off the field, he’s much more social than his appearance suggests—competitive, sarcastic, shamelessly cocky and always ready to stir up trouble with his teammates. He’s the guy who'll start an argument over something ridiculous purely because he finds everyone else's reactions entertaining.