Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Trust me, I’m way past feeling butthurt about it.
It is what it is.
“I’m on it,” I say.
“Later, asswipe.”
With a shake of my head, I hit the end button and toss the phone onto the passenger seat before starting up the engine and flying out of the parking lot. It takes less than five minutes before I’m pulling up in front of the house I share with Rowan, Brayden, Easton, and Carson. Crosby’s name might not be on the rental agreement, but his ass is here most of the time. Although, that hasn’t been the case lately. In fact, now that all the guys are wifed up, they’ve been conspicuously absent.
As I shove through the front door, laughter and raised voices greet me. I glance in the living room and realize that none of the guys hanging out actually live here. Andrew, another senior football player, gives me a chin lift in greeting before refocusing his attention on the video game he’s playing. There are a handful of younger guys and an equal number of girls chilling out. A few flash bright smiles and wave.
It’s not even noon. What the hell are these people doing here?
Don’t they have classes to attend or homes of their own?
Annoyance flares inside me as I shake my head.
Instead of joining them in the living room and getting my mind off the fire-breathing dragon of a professor intent on making my life hell, I stalk past before swinging into the hallway and slamming into my bedroom. Under normal circumstances, I’m more than happy to push off studying for a couple of hours, but that’s no longer an option.
I’ll admit that I don’t do a lot of homework. Maybe an odd assignment here and there. In every class, I’ve found a few girls who are happy to offer their assistance. Is it my fault they practically insist on doing it?
Nope, don’t think so.
It frees up my time so I can focus on important stuff—like practice and lifting. I’ve spent the last six years keeping myself in top form, knowing that the only path forward was getting drafted to the pros. You bet your damn ass I work hard in the off season with speed and agility training. Nutritional supplements and pre-workout. I lift a couple hours in the gym six days a week so that I’m a force to be reckoned with on the field.
Irritated by the way my entire day has been blown to shit, I unzip my backpack and yank out my Communications book. There’s been a few times that I’ve flipped through the pages. It’s boring as shit.
My official review—I give it zero out of five stars.
I have no idea how I’m going to plow my way through the fifteen chapters we’ve already covered throughout the semester. Thank fuck Mallory takes impeccable notes, or I’d be totally screwed.
I settle reluctantly on the queen-sized bed and crack open the tome. Less than twenty minutes later, my eyes have completely glazed over and it’s a struggle to stay awake. And it’s not even one o’clock in the afternoon.
This doesn’t bode well for me.
After another five painful minutes drag by, I contemplate the merits of withdrawing from this class, even if it means taking an F. There’s no way I’ll pass it on my own. It’s like I’m trying to translate Latin.
A soft knock has my head popping up. I don’t think I’ve ever been more thrilled to be interrupted in my life.
Tossing aside the book, I call out, “Come on in.”
The door gets pushed open before Audrey peeks her blonde head around the thick wood. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
Not waiting for an invitation, she steps farther inside the room before closing the door behind her and leaning against it. A sly smile simmers around the edges of her red-slicked lips. She’s wearing skinny jeans and a crop top that clings to her breasts and shows off a fair amount of toned belly. Her hair has been straightened and she’s wearing a face full of makeup. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was heading out for the night.
“Whatcha up to in here all by your lonesome?”
That question is enough to have me frowning. “I’m working on an assignment for Comms.”
She perks up before pushing away from the door. “I can help. Nichols won’t know if I fill out the sheet for you. I’ll just make sure there are a lot of wrong answers thrown in there.”
Hmmm. It’s a tempting offer. Except…I don’t want Audrey to get in any more trouble than she already has. The dragon will be watching her and the others like a hawk, just waiting to hand out Fs like gifts on Christmas morning.
No…what I need is assistance from someone who isn’t currently in this section. Someone who already passed it with flying colors. Someone like the feisty female who refuses to give me the time of day.