No surprise there.
“That’s because this class won’t be offered in the spring.” My pulse quickens at the revelation. “Which means Sports Stream’s summer internship will be offered to someone in this class.”
Hell yeah.
It’s all I can do not to pump my fist in the air. By taking the spring semester off, Mac’s effectively cut the number of potential interns in half.
“Keep that in mind with every assignment and test this semester because while the interview process will be heavily weighted, your performance in this class will also be a deciding factor.”
No pressure.
Beside me, Sutton stiffens and I can practically feel the tension radiating off her body.
Fuck.
Of course she wants the internship. There probably isn’t a person in this room who doesn’t. After all, it’s the whole point of taking Mac’s class.
I shift in my seat, surveying the auditorium and doing the math.
Based on the headcount, I’ve got a one in fifty shot of landing the gig.
Not great odds, but I’ll take them.
After all, I only had a one in thirty-six chance at playing D1 football and here I am, at the top of my game, maintaining a 3.3 GPA—despite my personal challenges.
I’ve got this. I’m not going to let anything stand in my way. Football might have been the key to higher education, but this internship is the key to my future.
11
SUTTON
I haveto land that internship.
It’s the only reason I registered for Advanced Multicamera Production. Hell, it’s probably the only reason anyone here registered, because who wants to take a three-hour lecture on a Friday morning?
That would be no one.
IncludingDJ-I-take-up-a-shit-ton-of-space-and-smell-like-freaking-sandalwood-Parker.
He glances over at me, trying to play it cool, and fails.
Because, like everyone else in the room, he’s calculating his odds of landing the internship at Sports Stream.
His gaze sweeps the room and I can practically hear the gears turning in his brain.
Just freaking great.
It’s like the universe has completely turned against me. The last thing I need is another reason to despise DJ Parker, yet here we are.
Mierda. I could actually lose this internship to him.
Nope. No way. Not an option.
Winners win. They don’t plan for failure, and damnit, I will not fall into the trap of thinking someone else is better suited for this opportunity than me. I’ve wanted to be a sports commentator for as long as I can remember. Well, that and an Olympic gymnast, but that ship sailed when my little sister’s skills surpassed my own, and I’m solidly focused on Plan B now.
So, yeah. DJ Parker isn’t getting that internship.
I’ll do whatever it takes to win, even if it means sucking up to Mac and lugging wires and becoming a freaking logistics expert.
