Chapter 3 Lance followed Justin around the courts trying to find one the was empty. All of them were taken. Justin sighed because now he really wanted to play a game. Bouncing his basketball on the pavement, he looked at the courts. On the far one, he saw someone by themselves shooting baskets. "Lance, come on." Walking over to the court, he stood underneath the basket watching the guy shoot hoops. He took the guys appearance in quickly. He was on the big side and from the looks of it was Italian. When the ball went through the hoop and landed next to him, Justin picked it up and threw it back to the guy. "Thanks, man." The Italian walked over and stuck out his hand. "I'm Joey." Shaking the offered hand, "Justin, and this is my roommate Lance." Joey nodded. Motioning to the ball, he continued, "You play?" "Yep. Actually I am going to be on the team this year." Joey looked confused for a second before breaking into a huge smile. "Oh, wait. I know you. You're that freshman we've got coming on. Timberlake, right?" Justin nodded bouncing the ball. "That would be me." Joey grabbed the basketball from Justin. "So let's see what you got." For the next half-hour, Lance sat next to the court watching Justin and Joey play basketball. They tried to get him on the court a couple of times, but he was like no way. He wouldn't stand a chance against either of the basketball players. He was content staying right where he was watching Justin move back and forth across the court gracefully. He really was a great basketball player. Another thirty minutes passed before Justin finally collapsed to the ground next to Lance. "Hand me that towel, man." Lance reached over and grabbed the towel from Justin's sports bag. "Here ya go." Justin sat back and tore off his shirt. Lance averted his gaze so he wouldn't be caught staring. Justin wrapped the towel around his shoulders. "You're pretty good, Joey." Joey laughed. "Thanks, but I am not as good as you. You will be a real asset to our team, Timberlake." Justin stood up and walked over to his bag bending over to take out a fresh shirt. Lance inwardly groaned. Damn, this boy would kill him if he kept doing this to him. Of course, Justin wasn't aware of what he was doing which made the little actions even more sexier if possible. Justin without a shirt on was a sight. Justin turned to face him. "Hey, Lance. Joey asked us to go to his frat. They are having a party tonight. You up for it?" Lance knew what frat parties entailed. Booze. Drugs. Girls. Definitely not his scene, but he knew if he didn't go Justin would get in way over his head. He remembered his first party on campus. "Sure. Yeah. We'll meet him there in an hour or so." Justin ran back to Joey and talked to him for a few minutes while Lance waited. Lance watched as Justin laughed and smiled. He could definitely fall in love with that smile. As Justin ran back towards him, he shook his head sighing. "So we set?" "Yep. He said that we could show up anytime after nine." Justin picked up his bag shoving in his towel and ball. "Let's go." BACK MENU NEXT