Fuck this time of year was busy. If practice wasn't already overwhelming then the games were even worse; they seemed to come without pause, and each week between felt like it was flying by. Which was good and bad-- good because it was always exciting, bad because it was going by way too fast. While he wanted things to calm down just for a fraction of a second, he also couldn't deny that this being his last year was bittersweet. Pretty soon he'd be finished with football season and he'd be back to that dull offseason just like he always was, just... there was no football waiting for him once summer returned. That was a lonely thought and he tried his best to get his mind off of it.
He wasn't always successful, though. When he wasn't busy he found himself feeling stupid for ever missing alone time in the first place. He always imagined himself having a beer and sitting out on the front porch of Kappa like he did in the spring, kicking back and having a nice time with his bros, but instead he was restless in his room. Instead he found himself seeking out something to do and thus far he didn't have much success, as he'd lost interest lately in all of the shady shit he found interesting before.
A trip to the student center wouldn't hurt, however; people typically recognized him and wanted to chatter away, so he figured it might be nice to distract himself with that for a while. Besides, he was cocky as hell, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy that weird sense of celebrity. Thus far, however, things were quiet; he was surrounded by nerds, it seemed, and he just felt bored out of his mind. He was just about to take his meal back to his room and pout for a while when he caught sight of a familiar redhead and he just stood there for a second, eyebrows raised at his luck.
And just like that, his restlessness disappeared, as he had a target in sight. Not target in the same way that he'd seen her the first time he met her here, but he certainly had someone to talk to. Someone who's presence he enjoyed, even if he'd never, ever fess up to that. Neither did he want to waltz up and sit in front of her like he did last time, however, as she was acting all cute playing her video games and all he wanted to do was get a rise out of her.
Had he a little more time to devise a plan of attack, he might've done something a little more elaborate or original, but in the end he settled for tipping her chair back about halfway to make her feel like she'd fall. The entire time his arms were safely locked around the chair, mind you; he wouldn't actually let her fall. As much of an asshole he was, he'd feel guilty as fuck if he managed to hurt her in some way.