Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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I was set to take a train to Westchester and then hike the three blocks to the side street where I park the car I bought without my parents knowing. It’s a Buick LeSabre from the nineties, but it gets the job done, and if my dad knew, he would have sold it for cash. Still, the whole thing would have taken me hours, and with Jack and Trav drunk and impatient, I’m actually thankful Ace butted in.

During the drive, I found out I’m not the only one who Ace’s powers work on as Blake regaled me with how Ace won him over during their one elective class together—which is bookkeeping, of all things. Evidently, Ace sacrificed himself on the sword of their professor when Blake’s checkbook balance was off by saying he’d sold him a black-market calculator that changes ones to fours. It’s fucking ridiculous, but so is Ace. One stupid class together, and Ace has the star quarterback on his squad.

It’s amazing, really. A case to be studied by historians in the next century.

As Gary pulls the shiny black Escalade into the dim parking lot of the Westchester Catacombs, all vestiges of the good-time guy I was on the ride here are gone, and the hard-ass older brother in me takes over.

My twin brothers Jack and Travis are screwing around at the edge of the parking lot, while our little sister Willow sits on a bench near the entrance door to the stairwell that leads underground. Jack is wearing a damn parking cone on his head, and Travis is swinging his shirt around his head like a lasso.

“I’m going to kill them,” I mutter as I hop out of the SUV before Gary has a chance to pull it to a stop. Music from the still-open Grotto vibrates the ground as I stalk toward my two idiot brothers.

“Finney!” Jack shouts at the top of his lungs. “You’re here!”

“Hells yeah! Finnsishere!” Travis cheers, alcohol hindering his tongue’s ability to enunciate.

Willow cringes on the bench, fully knowing that her brothers’ theatrics aren’t helping with my already volatile state. I don’t bother with hellos. “You brought Willow to the Grotto? Have you two asshats lost your minds?”

“Don’t be mad, Finn,” my sister jumps in, standing up from the bench as she does and crowding me away from Jack and Trav. “I begged them to let me come out tonight. It’s not their fault.”

“Not their fault?” I snap disbelievingly, staring down Jack and Travis. They’ve sobered enough to stop screwing around in the parking lot and actually listen, but the parking cone is still on Jack’s head and Travis is still shirtless with his T-shirt resting in his hand haphazardly by his side. “I’m gone for what? Not even two weeks? And you’re letting our sixteen-year-old sister come to this sketchy-ass place so you can drink?”

“I’m not a child, Finn,” Willow attempts to interject. “I’m more responsible than Jack and Trav, and you know it.”

My sister may have a valid point about responsibility, but the Grotto is the last place a sixteen-year-old girl should be.

Travis is the first to break.

“Sorry, Finns. She begged.” He holds both arms out wide, but that movement makes him trip over his own two feet.

“Yeah, Finn.” Jack’s head bobbles up and down. “Her jackass boyfriend dumped her, and she didn’t want to be home alone while Mom was at work.”

“Wait…what?” Travis questions, looking over at Jack before his eyes land on Willow. “Stupid Steve broke up with you?”

“What the hell?” Willow cries out, pointing an accusing index finger at Jack. “I told you not to tell anyone.”

Jack is bashful, though the parking cone on his head really lessens some of the effect.

“Willow, why didn’t you tell me?” Travis questions, his eyes softening around the edges.

“Because I’m embarrassed, okay?” she mutters, and I don’t miss the fact that a few tears prick her eyes. “And you’re a total hothead.”

“Low, I swear, just say the word. I’ll kill him.” Travis steps toward her to place a gentle hand on her shoulder, proving that he is, in fact, a fucking hothead. “No questions asked.”

“Travis,” I chastise when I realize shit is going way off the rails. “Cool it.”

“What? I’m being serious. No one makes my baby sister cry. I’ll bury Stupid Steve’s body in the backyard. I don’t give a flipping shit.”

“Tabasco Hot. Maybe Fire. I dunno. Too early to tell,” Ace remarks from directly behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to find him and Blake standing there with amused smiles on their faces. Gary still sits behind the wheel in the idling Escalade.

I sigh. Run a hand through my hair. “Jack, Travis, Willow, this is Ace Kelly, my roommate. And Blake Boden,” I halfheartedly introduce, hoping my brothers are too drunk to notice who Blake actually is before I get back to reaming their asses.


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