Page 23 of The Surprise Play
Fuck, I hope not.
I hope she’s one of those chicks who can just brush off an argument and get on with her day. I didn’t mean to lose my shit with her. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m Mr. Smiles, always happy. Nothing fazes me.
But this whole “I’m a big, dumb fuck” is really riling me today.
Which is why I force myself to get out of the shower, dry off, and head to class like she fucking told me to.
I have no idea why I do it.
This whole fucking semester is pointless.
But I sit through the introductory lecture on Finances and Accounting, wondering why I chose to take it. Michelle helped me find a bunch of easy classes to finish out my final year, and she assured me I could handle this one.
Yeah, right.
Gazing at my laptop screen, I try to keep up with the professor and follow about half of what she’s saying. Shit, I need to find a tutor. There’s no way I’ll survive the semester without one.
But Michelle is going to be so pissed if I contact her with yet another fail. She was already annoyed with me that none of the other tutors worked out.
Shit, I should try asking for Elizabeth Satchwell’s help again. If I haven’t permanently put her off me. She’s probably going to avoid me at all costs now, the stupid dude who yelled at her in the middle of the street.
Fuck!
Class wraps up and I sit there, still staring at my screen until someone bumps into my arm.
“Oh, sorry.” A soft giggle hits me, and I turn to take in the pretty brunette who is smiling down at me.
Damn, she’s gorgeous.
Her eyes are big and beautiful, her skin a silky bronze. She’s a skinny thing with barely there tits and a slender waist. My eyes skim down her body before popping back up to her face.
She smiles at me, like she appreciates the fact that I’m noticing her.
It’s easy to grin back, and I close my laptop, standing tall and dragging my bag with me. I stuff my computer away as we’re walking down the stairs, my confidence rebuilding itself as fast as it does on a football field.
This chick is into me.
I know exactly what to do with a girl like this.
“So, finance, huh? You an accounting major orsomething?” she asks, tucking her long, shiny hair behind her ear.
“Shit, no.” I laugh. “I’m just trying to get the credits I need to graduate. This course seems like an easy one to pass.”
“I know, right?” She laughs. “That’s why I took it too. Figured I’d make my first year at Nolan U a simple one.”
“Ah, so you’re just a little freshman, then.” I grin, my tone playful.
She beams up at me. “And I’m guessing you’re a junior?”
“Senior,” I correct, kind of hating that I’m taking the same classes as a freshman. Shit, I really am stupid.
“I’m Jade, by the way.” She sticks out her hand, and I shake those long fingers, admiring the shape of her face. It’s oval—long and pretty, obviously well looked after. She’s wearing makeup, and it’s clear she likes to take care of herself.
I certainly appreciate it. She’s a knockout.
Damn, it’d be nice to haveherbe my tutor, but we’d probably get nothing done. She’s too hot, and I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her… if she was keen.
Which she clearly is.
