Easy A, my ass.
I’ve never had to work so hard in my life at anything. Plus with Coach Morris being on me now, it’s going to get even worse.
If only studying came as easily as hockey.
It’s the only thing I’m good at. The only possible future I’ve ever thought about.
A future that might not come to pass because of astronomy and Professor Craig.
I groan, throwing my head back and trying to shake off the feeling of incompetence. Marcus is talking to someone on his other side when my eyes land on the door.
And the brunette that’s walking into class.
Angie.
Fuck.
I hate that my eyes automatically follow her through the hall as she takes a seat in the front of the class. She’s flanked by two other girls.
No doubt they’re all brainiacs. Because who else would sit in the front row by choice?
“Forget about it, Hollins.” Marcus pulls my attention away from the one woman I can’t help but sit up and take notice of.
I don’t want to. I don’twantto want her.
But I do.
There’s something about her that intrigues me. Maybe it’s because she’s off-limits.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lean down,grabbing a piece of gum from my backpack and popping it in my mouth.
“You can’t have her.”’
“Who? I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Marcus laughs, a skeptical noise. He’s my closest friend on the team. At SDU really. We got here at the same time as freshmen and clicked on the first day. He doesn’t put up with the shit from the other guys. Sure, we like to go to parties together, but it’s not all we live for.
He’s like me, here on a scholarship. Except school comes much easier to Marcus than it does to me.
“Bro, you couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.”
I flit my gaze to him. “I’m not being obvious about anything.”
He laughs in my face.
Asshole.
“If that’s what you want to believe.”
I go back to ignoring him.
He acts like I’ve been obsessing over Angie. Which is the furthest thing from the truth. In all the time we’ve been on campus together, this is the first time we’ve ever had a class together. I’ve seen her every now and then.
And every time, I can’t help but drink my fill of her.
Maybe I’m a masochist.
I can’t have her. But every time, she leaves me wanting more.
