LEO
FRESHMAN YEAR
SEPTEMBER
One of the first things I'd discovered about college was that locker rooms were pretty much the same. Oh, the lockers were a little nicer at Carolina, sure-but the smell and the noises were both exactly the same. So was the vibe, the mood and attitudes.
"Hey, Taylor. Looked great out there tonight." Thom Wilkens, the QB and team captain, paused behind me and punched me in the arm. "Keep up the good work, and you might see more play time during the games."
"Thanks." I grinned. "I know I've got a lot to live up to."
Thom shrugged. "Yeah, I hear that. Being the quarterback who comes in after Drake Stamos, the guy who led us to a national championship? Not fun. I'm constantly feeling like those shoes are way too f*****g big. We're a young team, and we're all
