Enzo: By the time I had gotten to my room, I was tired as hell and with a fuse that was going to blow at the slightest provocation. My evening was going horribly. Coach gave us the hardest time and I was highly convinced that I was going to slump anytime soon. I dropped my bag on my table and switched on the lights. Every muscle in my body was aching real bad. I took my T-shirt off and groaned, flexing my muscles as my sore body protested. My joints were burning.  I massaged my nape, cracking my neck to ease the soreness I had there. I flexed my left arm, till I heard a pop and did the same for my right arm. I let out a relived sigh as the pain in my body reduced.  Grabbing a towel, I stripped off my cargo pants and headed into the bathroom. I was in desperate need of a hot shower. I dumped myself under the shower, turning on the hot water. My shoulders slumped in relaxation at the easing effect. I sighed, letting my back hit the wal

Audrey:My head laid on the headrest of the couch, strayed, threatening to dangle off. My eyes snapped open, jolting me fully awake. The headache wasn't left behind, my head was now throbbing heavily.I groaned, holding my head in place, scared that it might fall off. I gently lifted myself up and took a look around. The guys were littered around my living room.Asher was passed out on the floor, Bentley on the couch, Carter on the floor and Martin was nowhere to be found in the living room. I looked around and the living room was clean. My guess was Asher cleaned up after everything.I yawned quietly, stretching my aching body. I never was a couch person so sleeping on the armchair didn't do me any good. Not one bit.I quietly moved up, making my way to the kitchen in gentle steps, not wanting to wake anyone up. Yesterday was hectic for everyone. I rubbed my eye as

  Enzo:   I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I didn't even look that bad, just a little stubble and moustache growing in which wasn't much of a surprise to me, I had shaved just last week Friday and here I was, again.   My hair sat in messy curls over my face and a glance at the back revealed my undercut losing it's  beautiful. The back was growing in real fast and I groaned because I wasn't ready for another trip to the barber's shop anytime soon. Bringing my eyes back to my hairy face, I got ready to shave and hit the shower immediately after.   I stood in front of the mirror, eyes roaming my outfit. A black bogus T-shirt and mid-wash ripped jeans didn't seem like a bad pair up. I got out my black combat boots from the wardrobe and cleaned them. I slung my cross body sling bag to the back and touched myself a little with my favourite sandalwood and van

  Audrey:   "Urgh!"   I furrowed my brows, that groan was definitely not from me. I took of my shoes and turned, nearly having a heart attack to find Bentley on my living room couch. "Jesus Bentley, how are you in my house?" I walked up to the couch and tossed my purse on it, then stood in front of him with hands on my waist.   He sat with a leg crossed on the other with hands spread apart on my couch. He brought his green eyes to meet mine and scoffed. He spared me a long glance before returning his gaze to the television which I was standing in front of. "You've got to watch this show, it's really nice." He said to me."That's not the answer to the question I asked." I glared at him and he finally sighed and looked up at me."The back door, it wasn't really locked. You really should take your safety more seriously." He said to me."Back door? I thought I loc

Enzo:I groggily ran my hands through my hair, hissing when my fingers caught some tangled curls. I yawned, rising from bed, making a beeline straight for the bathroom, with a pressing need to relieve my bladder. I decided to brush and shower while at it.A groan escaped my mouth as week's schedule slipped into my mind. Fuck, I have practical sessions and presentations filed up for me, and I haven't even mentioned the evening training sessions which coach increased to three hours. The hot droplets of water brought a soothing feeling to my worked up muscles. I ran my hand through my hair, taking deep breaths. My stress level was really high and it was affecting my mood. I was like a fuse ready to blow, or better up, a ticking time bomb. I needed a stress-relief. I closed my eyes, feeling my body tense up as soon as a picture slipped into my mind.Audrey. She was pretty and with a nice sense of humor. I discovered that after my three hour session with her. She had baby like looks, rangi