Weighting on the best option, Vincent eventually made his choice. "I'd go with wrestling." He answered.
Due to his lack of athleticism, he figured wrestling was the most basic, easy to understand option he had. Vincent may have lacked the musculature of a proper wrestler, but Carter was well aware of that, along with his disinterest in sports in general. Besides, all Vincent had to do was attend and do whatever minuscule tasks the coach wanted.
Carter, with a look of surprise, leaned closer towards the reluctant freshman. "You'd choose wrestling?" He asked. "That's awesome!" Carter exclaimed joyously.
Though now Vincent wondered if this was the right choice, but it's too late. The coach had already filled out his form.
"Alright, that would be all for today. And don't forget to grab yourself a bottle. I have way more than needed."
"Sure." Vincent nodded, heading for the exit. He did as the coach asked and took one of the bottles as he walked back to his dorm.
Once he arrived, Vincent saw that his dormmate Skylar was nowhere to be found, so he fired up his laptop to finish one of his last assignments. He took a sip from the miscible water. But he found himself thirstier, so he emptied the bottle, quenching his sudden thirst.
Soon after, Vincent found himself agitated, unable to finish his essay. His restfulness grew with each passing moment.