Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Nadine prattles on about the professor who’s going to be teaching this class. “Word on the street is that he’s crazy-hot. McKenzie had him her freshman year and said she could hardly keep her jaw off the freaking floor.”
McKenzie is a sophomore and one of the captains of our squad, and Nadine’s been trying to kiss her ass since day one. Though, I wouldn’t say it’s actually benefiting her. Coach Jordan is the one who is in charge, and she currently has Nadine placed on the team as an alternate.
“Who’s crazy-hot?” Dane chimes in, looking around me to meet Nadine’s eyes.
“You,” Nadine teases, and Dane laughs like she just said the funniest thing he’s ever heard in his life. “And Professor Winslow.”
“Who’s Professor Winslow?”
“Oh my God, Dane.” Nadine squeals out a laugh so hard it makes her boobs bounce beneath her incredibly tight tank top. My boyfriend doesn’t miss a single jiggle, but I’ll admit, neither do I. They’re unbelievably obvious. “He’s our professor for this class.”
Dane smiles at her, and suddenly, the thought of spending the whole class sitting between the two of them while I can’t see sounds like a nightmare.
“I really think I need to sit closer, Dane,” I interrupt their little powwow. “I’m not going to be able to see anything he writes on the board.”
“You can copy my notes.”
“Copy your notes? You didn’t even bring a notebook. Or a pen.”
He smirks like he’s the smartest man in the room as he taps the side of his head. “That’s because I keep it all stored up in here. Big brain shit, babe. Big other shit, too.” He winks at me, but I don’t miss the way his eyes glance Nadine’s way after he insinuates he has a giant dick.
Which, from what little I know about the male member, he doesn’t. From what I hear, six inches is average. Dane is lucky to be five and a half on a good day.
Nadine laughs and twirls a strand of her blond hair with her finger. She also adjusts her breasts so they’re resting—and being pushed up—on her arms.
Apparently, the possibility of a big dick is her version of catnip.
I know I should be jealous right now. I mean, he is my boyfriend and he’s being completely shameless in his attempt to impress a girl on my cheerleading squad. And part of me, I suppose, is. But this class and my cheerleading scholarship that requires a 3.5 GPA to keep it dominate the rest of me. I need to be able to do well, and Dane’s notes, invisible or not, aren’t likely to help. He’s a C average student at best. To be honest, I’m still not entirely sure what he had to say in his essay to get in here.
“I’m moving to the front,” I tell Dane and offer an apologetic smile Nadine’s way. “Sorry, but I need to scoot past you. Mind standing up so I can get out?”
She stands up, but Dane stays sitting down, making no moves to follow me.
“See you after class, you little nerd,” is the only thing Dane says to me as I swing my backpack over my shoulder and head for the middle aisle of the lecture hall. He does, however, offer a slap to my ass as well. Nadine laughs at his stupid hijinks, and I choose not to glance back in their direction as I descend the stairs to the front.
Instead, I focus on finding a seat in a now-crowded room. The best option, as it happens, is located right next to Mr. Soul-Piercing Brown Eyes because it’s perfectly centered with the whiteboard. If it were even one row back, I guarantee it would have been taken by a drooling girl by now, but I guess even a hot guy isn’t enough incentive to get picked on by the professor on the first day because the seats on both sides of him are empty. Unless, of course, you’re a nerd who forgot her glasses like me.
“Sorry,” I apologize as I bump his desk with my backpack when I swing into the seat beside him.
He offers a small smile and nod in my direction, a silent no problem, but when he holds my gaze for a good five seconds, my knees buckle. My ass plops down into the cool wood on a smack, avoiding grace entirely. Real nice, Scottie.
Too embarrassed by my repeated blunders to face him directly, I pretend to be super busy looking at something on my phone when a text message from my dad rolls in.
Dad: I hope you have a great first day, kiddo. Love you to pieces.
I know a lot of people probably feel like their dad is the best dad, but my dad actually is. He’s kind and caring and has made it his life’s mission to keep Wren’s and my life as normal and happy as possible. Which, if you knew my mother, you’d know it isn’t an easy mission at all.