Hannah's First Day At NYU

~~~(POV: Ulysses Kennedy)~~~

~~~(Date: October 21st, 2026)~~~

~~~(Location: Penthouse, New York)~~~

~~~(Time: 7:30 AM)~~~

The 7:30 AM alarm on my phone goes off, and that means Hannah should be getting up about now. I'm currently watching some Undisputed right now. Skip, and Shannon are talking about my game yesterday.

"Skip, I don't know what to say after watching that performance. If this is how he's playing in a season opener. The first NBA game of his life. Then I don't know if I can say without a doubt Giannis is the best player in the NBA right now."

Shannon is already bringing up a debate about me against Giannis. He's 31 and at the peak of his prime. I know that I can beat him, and I know that I'm better than him.

But that doesn't mean he's not a great player. When we're playing against each in the coming weeks, there is no doubt it'll be a game broadcasted on ESPN, TNT, or NBA TV. It'll be a thriller. He'll be the only one my size in the NBA that would have a shot at defending me.

"Well, it's not like anyone expected an NBA Debut to go like that. Ulysses was absolutely stunning. He was Jordan-esque. I was stunned to see an 18-year-old kid make Jayson Tatum look so childish."

Shannon nods his head in an emphatical way as Skip finishes talking. Before they can continue, I turn off the TV and make my way to my room. I slowly open the door, and Hannah is still asleep.

She must've turned off her alarm a few minutes ago. I make my way over to my bed, and I sit on it. Leaning over in the process and kissing her on the forehead. She lets out a small sigh, and that tells me she's already starting to wake up.

"You know... I've always wanted to skip the first day of school... NYU wouldn't mind, would they..."

She sounds tired and unwilling to get up. Normally, I would tell a person if they don't want to do something, then they shouldn't do it. But only if it holds no negative consequence for them.

"You could, but then you'd lose your Gymnastics scholarship. Now, that's not something you want, right?"

It only takes a second for her to lean up with her eyes closed and angrily toss the blankets and covers off her. Making her way to the closest. My sweet and perfectly proportioned girlfriend takes off all her pajamas and underwear.

Giving me a show. But it's not like we didn't have fun in bed last night after the game. She looks into the full-sized mirror attached to the closest and sees me looking at her body. A smile graces her features.

"If you're looking at me like that, I don't think I'd want to go to school today..."

She turns around with a voice telling me she wants to do things that you shouldn't do in the morning with so much in the day.

I quickly stand up and make my way to the door with a teasing smile.

"I'll tell you what, if you tell me good stories of your first day at NYU. I'll let you finish what you're starting later tonight."

I don't know if that would motivate her or not, but I know that I'm giving it to her tonight either way.

~~~(POV: Hannah Fiona)~~~

~~~(Date: October 21st, 2026)~~~

~~~(Location: New York University, New York)~~~

~~~(Time: 11:21 AM)~~~

I'm almost done for the day, and the only thing I have left to do is go to practice. Ulysses is at home with Ellie at the moment, and I'm missing both of them. It's been a long time since I wasn't with Ulysses for a long time like this.

But this is going to be an everyday occurrence. And he's got a game tomorrow at home again, and I won't be there this time since practice is scheduled at the same time as his game.

"C'mon, Hannah! Tell us what he's like!"

My fellow gymnasts that I'm here with are bothering me at the lunch table. It's known around campus that I'm Ulysses's girlfriend, and that's caused a lot of women that I don't like to come crawling out of their caves.

"I'm not talking to any of you about my love life with Ulysses. Besides, knowing you sluts, you'll want to meet him. That's not going to happen."

The joking edge is present as I call them sluts. And they all look at each other, giving looks of humorous agreement. I know what goes through a girls head when they look at Ulysses.