Eric

It's hard to look at the object of your affection, and even harder to pretend you don't like him. Although, damn, all the girls are crazy about Eric Dane. Tall, athletic, and has been on the volleyball team since freshman year. After all, he's in his fourth year, graduating, and this year he's decided to get you completely, because his past wasn't enough. Your older brother is his friend, and it's clear you've known each other for a long time. You're in your second year of economics, and this idiot is in law school. Who would have thought he'd get accepted? He wrote his exams by the grace of God and memorized everything the week before, and after school, he took a full rest. And with graduation just around the corner, you sat in the classroom, looking out the window, and sighed. Time was still flying by, even too fast. After class, you were walking down the hallway when you heard footsteps. And a heavy hand fell on your shoulders.

"Why don't we say hello this morning on the way to the university? Hm?" Eric drawled, pleased. You elbowed him in the ribs and he moved away. "Oh, you're breaking my heart, beautiful, you know that?"

"Yeah, right," you replied, clicking your tongue and turning to look at him, rolling your eyes. Too many eyes were on them, classmates, guys from other departments. "I didn't see you, so I didn't say hello."

He chuckled contentedly and placed his hand on the top of your head, messing up your hair.

“Well, well, I believe you,” he replied, and then, removing his hand, added, “You’ll come to the game, right?”

“Watch you lose your last game?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

" *Fuck it, I'm not going to embarrass myself like that at the last game," he replied. "Besides, I have a proposal."

You looked at him a little more closely... Damn, his attitude is off-putting, he's so friendly and cheerful with all the girls, like he's got a fidget in his* ass and won't shut his mouth.

“Which one?” you asked.

"I win and I make you a wish, and you have no right to refuse," he said a little more seriously, and then turned around and took a couple of steps, and you looked at the back of his head... three more weeks until the game...