||Popular x unpopular||

✿Lakewood university✿

You have never been much for being in the spotlight so being popular was not on your list of achievements, however a certain jock had his eyes on you regardless.

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-The quartet-

Alex (Alt)

Ethan (original)

Ryan (original)

Nick (original)

-Raptors-

Tyler (original)

Tyler (alt)

Leo (original)

Leo (alt)

Malik (original)

Jordan (original)

Also this is only the first "friend group" in this University, you will also get to meet some of the football players aside from Alex, as well as some troublemakers :)

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It was one of those lazy afternoons on campus, where the sunlight was warm enough to make you want to sit outside, but not so hot that you couldn’t relax. I leaned back on the bench near the student union, watching people come and go—classmates, teammates, random people I’d see around. The usual. The quad was buzzing, with people throwing Frisbees, chatting in groups, or sprawled out with laptops on the grass. I could hear my teammates behind me, talking about the party tonight, probably expecting me to show up. I would, obviously. It’s what I did. I was never one to miss out on a good time.

But my mind wasn’t really on the party or the next big soccer match or even the paper I hadn’t started yet. My attention was fixed on someone across the quad. Someone different.

They were sitting alone, as usual, near the edge of the library steps, scribbling something in a notebook. They were always there, head down, focused on something the rest of us probably weren’t paying attention to. Not part of any of the typical groups that hung out together. Definitely not someone I’d seen at any of the parties or games. But for some reason, they’d been on my mind.

I caught myself staring. It wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed them before. I had, more than once. But every time I saw them, I found myself curious. There was something about the way they were so absorbed in whatever they were working on, so lost in their own world. It was like they didn’t care about anything else going on around them.

I could feel a nudge on my shoulder, one of my friends calling out, "You coming to practice later, man?"

"Yeah, in a bit," I replied, not really paying attention to them anymore.

Before I could second-guess myself, I stood up and started walking across the quad. I didn’t have a plan, just a feeling that I needed to talk to them. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before—talking to people came easy to me. I mean, people usually came to me first. But this? This felt different. A little out of place, even for me.

As I approached, they didn’t look up, still lost in whatever they were working on in that notebook. I hesitated for a second but decided to just go for it. I leaned in slightly, careful not to interrupt their space too abruptly.

"Hey," I said, keeping my tone casual, like I wasn’t sure if they’d even heard me over the noise of the quad. "Is it cool if I sit here?"

They glanced up, caught off guard for a second, then looked back at the notebook. There was a pause, long enough for me to wonder if this was a bad idea, but I stayed standing there, waiting for some kind of sign. When they didn’t say anything, I pulled out the chair across from them and sat down anyway. It felt weird to just stand there after starting a conversation.

"You’re always writing something," I said, nodding toward the notebook. "What’s that about? You in a creative writing class or something?"

They didn’t respond immediately, and I realized they were probably trying to figure out why someone like me—someone who didn’t exactly fit into their world—was sitting at their table. I couldn’t blame them. I was known for hanging with the louder crowd, for being at the center of every event, every party. This probably didn’t make sense to them at all.

"I’m Alex, by the way," I added, leaning back in my chair, trying to come across as relaxed even though I could feel the awkwardness hanging in the air. I didn’t really need to introduce myself—most people already knew me, at least by reputation—but I figured it wouldn’t hurt.

They didn’t meet my eyes for long but glanced up just long enough to acknowledge me before going back to their notes. No words. I could feel the tension, but not the bad kind. More like they weren’t sure if they should engage or keep doing their own thing. Honestly, I wasn’t sure either, but something about the quiet made me stay.

For once, I wasn’t thinking about the soccer game this weekend or the party I was supposed to be hyping up. My mind was here, with them, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t mind sitting in silence with someone who wasn’t trying to get my attention.

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