Page 53 of Only With You

“Whatever,” I mutter.

“Back to what I was saying. Julianna, well…she’s Gabby’s and Polly’s roommate and they really like her. So you two don’t need to be making things awkward for them.”

“Awkward?” It’s rhetorical and he knows it. “Gabby, sure, but shall I remind you who Polly Allen is? That girl wouldn’t know what awkward was if it smacked her in the face.”

She’s the kind of person who welcomes uncomfortable situations with arms wide open. It’s why she hasn’t walked away from this friendship even though I’ve given her many reasons to. She’s also very oblivious, but that’s beside the point.

Then there’s Gabby. She’s too kind for her own good.

“It’ll be fine. Either way, she has me on a two-week trial.” I scoff, rolling my eyes at the stupid tutoring contract.

Thinking of it, I wonder if she’s looked at the paper. Something tells me she hasn’t and it’s probably for the best, because what I wrote was only to fuck with her.

Though…I’ve been thinking about what I wrote. And I can’t get her wet, naked body out of my mind.

I won’t deny that as of yesterday, something triggered a thought I haven’t been able to shut down.

The idea sounds…enticing, but she would probably slap the shit out of me. No, I know she will, because what I suggested is fucked-up, but then again, it’s really not. It just depends on how she’s willing to view it.

My best bet, she’ll definitely find a way to end my life.

“Two-week trial?” Jag questions, stifling a snicker. He grabs the tiny silver hoop from his locker and hooks it on the lobe of his right ear. “You’re telling me she’s failing Calc, yet she’s testing you to see if you’re what? Good enough to keep around?”

I nod.

This time, he doesn’t hold back. He throws his head back and cackles. “She doesn’t know that math is your specialty, does she?Or that you were offered a position to work at the university? Huh?”

I was offered and still have it, even though I declined. Yes, I was gifted with the ability to not only remember everything in painstaking detail, but math happens to be something I immensely excel at.

“I don’t care. It never hurts to see the look of disappointment on her face whenever she’s wrong.” I don’t outwardly show it, but inside, I relish the idea.

It’s always a good day whenever she’s wrong and I’m right.

“Did you say you’re tutoring Julianna Sparks?” Quinton, one of my teammates, asks. “The blonde chick in the sorority with the Angelina Jolie lips and white Rover?”

I absently nod, grabbing my phone from my locker, and tuck it in my pocket.

“Bro, she’s hella fine,” Quinton groans and when I look at him, he’s biting his bottom lip, shaking his head. “And she’s got these massive tits.” He raises his hands, cupping them in the air. “What I wouldn’t do to spend a few minutes with her.”

A speck of irritation grows in my chest.

“Too bad she turned you down,” Trae, my other teammate, says with a chuckle.

He scowls at the other guys, who laugh. “Only because she was hanging out with Finnick. Fucking football players. Isn’t that right, Thompson?”

“Right, what are we agreeing on?” Jayden absentmindedly replies while he listens to Saint and Malik go on about something.

“You know, because Cara is dating one of them. Tristan.”

That gets Jayden’s full attention and his head instantaneously swivels in Quinton’s direction. “How do you know that?”

“I saw them yesterday grabbing dinner, and they looked pretty comfortable.”

“Oh…” Jayden tersely replies, looking out of it.

“Anyway, if Finnick hadn’t been there, I’m sure she would’ve given me a chance.”

“Q, just stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Trae laughs. “Not even in your dreams would she?—”

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