Page 682 of Filthy Elites

Blackstone University was pretty good with signage, so the office was labeled with black letters on the full-length glass door. He was surprised to see a few football players seated in the waiting area.

One of them pointed to the small table near the door. “You have to sign in, dude.”

Adrian gave him a chin lift. “Thanks.” He grabbed the clipboard and pen and scribbled his name. He didn’t bother filling out the rest. They would figure out his reason for visiting the office soon enough.

He took a seat one away from the guy who had helped him when he walked inside. Adrian glanced around the room and counted six other males and one female, all in various degrees of boredom. He wondered if they were all there for the same reason.

No one in the room looked like they wanted to be there or volunteer for anything.

The tall, muscular guy next to him was bouncing his knee. “They’ve got to be making us wait on purpose.” He ran a hand through his nearly black hair. “My history class is sometimes even better than this.”

“What are we waiting for?” Adrian didn’t have a class until 11AM, so he had time. He just would have liked to spend it getting something to eat and some much-needed caffeine.

A guy with a bleached blond mohawk across from him took a rubber ball from his pocket and bounced it on the tile floor. “It’s part of our punishment. It’s supposed to make us nervous or something. They like to screw with students who get community service.”

Another guy with light brown hair and piercing green eyes chuckled. “Yeah, we’re real scared and intimidated.”

Adrian smirked. “Are you all here for community service?”

The girl snorted. “What do you think, Captain Obvious?”

Adrian didn’t normally like girls with brightly colored hair, but the girl rocked her short pixie cut black hair with bright blue tips. It was a goth-type look, but on her it was cute and not edgy. He had a feeling she had been trying to go for edgy.

“Don’t mind Riley. She’s still pissed we got caught.”

“Caught?”

They all laughed, and Riley glared.

“We, uh…”

The door opened and they all stopped laughing and joking around. A tall, thin man with a receding hairline grabbed the clipboard and faced the students. “All of you, come with me.” He ushered them into a conference room and motioned for them to take a seat.

“I’m Dr. Arthur. I’ll be monitoring and evaluating your Community Service sentences.” He paused. “Why don’t you all go around the table and introduce yourselves. We’ll be working together for the next few months.”

Riley folded her arms across her chest and smirked. “We all know each other except for Cap over there. He’s not one of our crew.”

Adrian shot her an amused glance. She shortened Captain Obvious to Cap.

“Already causing trouble, Ms. Hess? You wouldn’t want me to put that in your evaluation, would you?”

She looked like she was going to argue, but the guy next to her kicked her under the table.

He glared at her for a second before turning to Dr. Arthur. “I’ll start. I’m Ian Murray, the best half back on the football team.”

Adrian figured he had to be at least six feet four or so and weighed over two hundred pounds of pure muscle. His medium brown hair was cropped close to his head and was shaved on the sides. He could fit in with the military.

Riley rolled her eyes.

“My name is Jackson Scott. I catch anything thrown my way.” Jackson was probably the shortest of the group at about six feet.

Adrian could tell he was a jokester. His grey T-shirt had big bold letters, “Sarcastic Comment Loading’ and it had a bar with half the lines colored in. His light brown hair was in a backward baseball hat.

“Yeah, even venereal diseases,” someone mumbled under their breath.

They all laughed and Jackson’s face reddened.

Adrian wondered what the story was there. He glanced at the guy who had been seated next to him in the waiting room.

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