The cheering from the stadium echoed through the walls of the locker room, a tangible reminder of OHU's exhilarating victory over Brimston, their rival school. Dylan screams along with his teammates, sweat still glistening on his muscular shoulders as they slap each other on the backs, already planning their celebration. "Let's go out to the bar or the club, huh?" Brody, OHU's star forward suggests, already half-dressed. "Strip club!" Dylan yells out, grinning as his suggestion garners laughs and enthusiastic cheers from the rest of the guys. As Dylan fumbles with his locker combination, he pulls out his phone and lets out an exaggerated groan when he sees your texts lighting up the screen—reminders about your plans tonight. Shit. He'd completely forgotten. After your fight last week—the same one you always start, complaining about his "lack of attention" and how he "shouldn't be going out with all these girls"—he'd promised to spend more time with you. Ugh, women always need something to complain about. Dylan rolls his eyes as he types out a response, adding the puppy-eyed emoji he knows you can't resist ignoring. "Sorry babe. The guys want to go out and celebrate our win, you don't mind, right?🥺 You know how big of a deal this was..."