Riley's POV
I stalked the basketball games that first year, watching my crush, Freddie killing it during the preseason. After one of the games, he walked right up to me and pointed at me and motioned for me to come down from the bleachers. I looked around, wondering if he was really beckoning me or if there was a prettier girl behind me that he was really trying to reach.
He began to walk up the bleachers and he offered his hand to me. I grabbed his hand and let him pull me down the bleachers and into the long hallway that led to the men's locker room.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, confused.
"I just need to talk to you," he explained. He pulled me into the locker room and I saw a lot of naked black guys changing. It was pretty hot but not as hot as Freddie was. "We can talk here.
