Page 73 of Oar Than Friends

Oz:

Training was good, I hate to say it but your boys are in for a shocking loss

Kate:

We’ll see

Oz:

We will. I also started reading The Odyssey again

Kate:

Again? How many times have you read it?

Oz:

Three. Clearly hasn’t sunk in

I zipped up my backpack and threw it over my shoulder, letting out a little chuckle. Over the past few weeks, I’d realized just quite how intelligent Oz was. I mean, he was at Oxford, so he wasn’t going to be a dumbass, but I sometimes had the impression he could waltz into my classes on molecular biology and ace them without breaking a sweat, or a brain cell, and he’d come away with a higher grade than me.

He was the total package.

Brains and brawn all wrapped up in a six-feet-three mouth-wateringly handsome Englishman.

Whereas I’d just been called to stay behind after classbecause my professor was worried my grades had slipped from the beginning of term, and I was taking on too much.

I wasn’t even sure how the grades question was warranted. They might have dropped a tad, but I was still in the top ten per cent for my last clinical test, I’d provided the correct answer to the question about the seven functions of the liver when I was called upon because I’d spent the evening before cramming, and I’d correctly identified the bile duct on Leo when Professor Hull walked past me in anatomy at the beginning of the week.

I was the only one who’d already decided on a topic for their next essay.

The way I saw it, I was managing the balance pretty damn well. Just like everyone else. Just as I did every other week. The only thing different this week was that it had sucked big time.

Today was Thanksgiving.

I missed my family, and Ireallymissed Jake.

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