Page 16 of The Surprise Play
“Shit!”
An automatic fail?
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
One paper and it’s screwing up my chances of graduating.
Not just one paper, dude. If you can’t find someone to get you through this semester, then you’ll fail them all.
I don’t even know why I’m bothering.
Who gives a fuck about graduating anyway!
I thump my hand on the wall behind me and wince at the sting.
“Wily?” A soft voice captures my attention, and I glance to my left, noticing a pretty girl with a sweet smile walking toward me. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, hey, Callie. How are ya?”
“I’m good.” Her smile turns into a cringe. “But you don’t look very happy.”
I let out a snicker, forcing my classic smile and enjoying her response. She blushes, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and looking up at me.
Her expression is telling me exactly what she wants, and I’m inclined to follow her back to her dorm and just go with it.
We’ve slept together in the past. She’s dated other guys in between, and as she takes my hand with an impish grin, I double-check, “You’re not with anyone right now?”
“Nope. Enjoying being single for a while.” Her tongue sticks out the side of her mouth. “How about you?”
“You know me, nothing serious for this guy right here.”
“Perfect,” she purrs, and I can’t help a soft laugh. Yep, Callie’s gonna make it all better.
Screw that fucking assignment.
Screw college.
All I care about right now is getting it on with this hottie and enjoying some morning delight.
Itwasa delight. We ended up spending most of the day in bed together. We had a great time, and when I kissed her goodbye just before football practice, she gave me a wink and thanked me for a great start to the semester.
Shit, who knows what classes I missed to hang with her, but I didn’t fucking care.
Until I woke up the next morning and actually checked my schedule.
Scrubbing my face with a sigh, it’s only dawning on me now that I’ll have to spend the rest of my week sweet-talking the professors and coming up with decent excuses as to why I missed their first class. I’ll need to go online and find the syllabi and which assignments are due when.
Fuck! Should I even bother?
Without Pilscher’s grade, aren’t I just wasting my time?
This roiling anger bubbles in my chest. Or maybe it’s disappointment. I don’t fucking know.
I guess I do want to graduate.
I guess I don’t want the last three and a half years of my life to be meaningless. I mean, they had purpose—football. But why go through all the angst of working with tutors and scraping through my first couple of years if I’m just gonna pack it in now?
Quitting isn’t something that sits right with me.
