Page 13 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

“Benny?” I laugh. “Oh, Benji.”

“Benny. Benji. Whatever.”

“He’s the pong champion and they usually chant for him at some point during our parties.”

“So, I discovered.” She smirks. “He shoved his beer cup into my hand and then those other two guys plowed into me.”

“I saw.” I squeeze her hand and run my thumb across the soft back. “The guilty parties are Wings and O-Man.”

Her forehead wrinkles. “Wings and O-Man?”

“Kade Compton, also known as Wings and Miles O’Leary. We call him O-Man.”

She nods. “I see.” She takes a small sip of her coffee. “Does everyone have a nickname?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Wings? Is he a pilot or something?”

I bite the inside of my cheek trying to hold in a laugh. “No, he’s a running back and sonic fast. Like he’s got wings and can fly over the defense.”

“The defense?”

“On the football field.” I take a drink of coffee and pop the last bite of muffin into my mouth. “You really don’t know anything about football, do you? You weren’t kidding.”

“No. I’ve never been one for competitive sports. They bore me.”

Is this woman for real?

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“About being bored with sports? Dead serious.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I bet you thought everyone in the student body swooned over your football prowess, huh?”

I grab my chest and feign heartbreak. “I’m wounded.”

She smirks. “Not sure about that. I just call it the way I see it.”

Adison is my tutor, but this girl has me all riled up inside. One minute she’s bashful, and the next she’s speaking her mind— putting me in my place. She’s sexy. Not sure if this is a good idea or not, but I slip out of my seat and join her on her side of the booth. “Let’s get to work, teacher.”

Adison

Not sure how it happened,but after our study session at the coffee shop, Rush asked me to go to ice cream. I have studying to do, but I’m so intrigued by him.

He insists on buying my ice cream and I don’t stop him. We sit on a park bench near campus and enjoy the afternoon sun.

“It’s not often I indulge in ice cream,” I admit, staring at the two scoops of chocolate chip ice cream on my cone.

He turns and looks me up and down. “Can’t be because you’re worried about your figure. You’re perfect.”

My face burns. “Well, thank you. I try. I work out once a week and I try to run at least five days a week.”

“You run?”

“Yes. You sound surprised.”

He shrugs. “I guess I am. Miss no competition has a physical hobby. I’m impressed.”

I laugh and snort which makes him laugh. “I don’t compete with anyone. I just run long distances. Alone. I like the exercise and it’s recommended for me since I?—”

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