"Good practice," Christopher said, stopping next to Matt as he headed out of the locker room. "You've got some great moves, man."
"Thanks," Matt said, glancing up from putting on his shoes. "You were looking pretty good out there yourself." He could tel Christopher was going to be a solid team-mate, the kind of guy who did his job and focused on the big picture, working to help the rest of the team. He was a great roommate, too, generous and laid-back. He didn't even snore.
"Want to skip the dining hal and order a pizza?" Christopher asked. "This is my night to beat you at Guitar Hero - I can feel it."
Matt laughed. In the couple of weeks they'd been living together, he and Christopher had been working their way through al the Wii games Christopher had brought with him to school. "Al right, I'l see you back at the room." Christopher slapped him on the back, grinning widely.
After Christopher left, Matt took his time getting his things together, letting the other guys get out of the locker room ahead of him. He felt like walking back to the dorm alone tonight. They were a nice bunch of guys, but he was sore and tired. Between footbal practices and Vitale Society pledge activities, he'd never worked his body quite so hard.
It felt good.
He felt good. Even the stupidest of the Vitale activities - and some of them were pretty stupid: they'd had to work in teams to build houses out of newspaper the other night -
were kind of fun, because he was getting to know some amazing people. Ethan had been right. As a group, the pledges were smart, determined, talented, everything you'd expect. And he was one of them.
His classes were interesting, too. Back in high school he'd gotten okay grades but had mostly just done what he had to do to pass. The Civil War, geometry, chemistry, To Kill a Mockingbird: al his schoolwork had sort of blended into the background of his real life of friends and sports.
Some of what he was doing at Dalcrest was like that, too, but in most of his classes, he was starting to see connections between things. He was getting the idea that history, language, science, and literature were al parts of the same thing - the way people thought and the stories they told - and it was real y pretty interesting.
It was possible, Matt thought, with a self-mocking grin, that he was "blossoming" in col ege, just like his high school guidance counselor had predicted.
It wasn't ful y dark yet, but it was getting late. Matt sped up, thinking about pizza.
There weren't a lot of people roaming the campus. Matt guessed they were either in the cafeteria or holed up in their rooms, afraid. He wasn't worried, though. He figured there were a lot more vulnerable targets than a footbal player.
A breeze started up, waving the branches of the trees on the quad and wafting the smel of grass to Matt. It stil felt like summer. In the bushes, a few early-evening fireflies blinked on and off. He rol ed his shoulders, enjoying the stretch after a long practice.
Up ahead, someone screamed. A guy, Matt thought.