Page 3 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

I step over the keg and although there’s a line of students, a full cup of beer makes its way through the crowd and is handed to me. One of the perks of being the quarterback.

I make my way through the living room, and I wince as Evie steps around her friends and blocks my path to the couch.

Not what I need tonight.

She smiles. Her lips are exaggerated with her red lipstick. Her eyes look glassy, a sure sign of her normal Friday habits. “Hi, Johnny.”

I nod. “Evie.”

She rests her hand on my forearm. “Call me sometime. I think we?—”

She stumbles into me, her bust pushing into my chest. I straighten her.

She giggles. “Uh-oh.” She takes a drink from her cup. “We need to talk. Call me soon.”

I shake my head. The smell of whiskey on her breath about knocks me down. “We don’t have anything to say.”

“I’m sorry. Sorry about everything.” She hiccups. “I wanna talk about working things out with you…getting back together.” She bats her eyelashes. “We’re good together, Johnny. I’ve missed you.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you let that punk put his dick in you.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically. “I told you that was a misunderstanding.”

A misunderstanding? Seriously?

I push my way past her and make my way through the crowd of students. Still disgusted about my interaction with my past, I slide onto the seat of my favorite comfy chair near the wall. No shots tonight— just gonna chill and get to bed soon.

I’m definitely not closing this party down. I’ll most likely be working on calculus tomorrow. Since I’m going to the tutor next week, I don’t want to look like some slacker who’s behind on homework.

Even though I am.

My teammate Kade approaches. His brown hair is always wild and out of control. He brags that the girls like to run their fingers through it.

“What’s up,” he asks as he plops down on the couch next to me.

“Nothing.” I shrug.

His eyes move across the room to Evie and her group of friends. “What’d she want?”

“She still thinks we’re getting back together.”

Kade shakes his head and studies me. “You’re not considering it, I hope.”

“Oh, hell no.”

“That girl is nothing but trouble.” Kade takes a long pull from his beer.

Evie and her friends stumble out the door onto the patio.

“What’d coach want? You get an ass chewing?” Kade chuckles and runs a hand through his hair.

My stomach drops at the thought of my father berating my less-than-stellar performance in math. “Just some football stuff.”

My encounter with Evie disappears from my thoughts as my eyes stop on a dark-haired beauty in the middle of the room.

She’s gorgeous. Long tresses that my hands could get lost in. A tight T-shirt with our football logo, skin-tight blue jeans that show off her shapely ass.

Kade lets out a little moan. “Who’s that Rebel football fan with the nice ass?”

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