Alex ran a hand over his hair and breathed out. “I don’t know what the fuck to do. Coach said I have to get my average up if I want to play again, and when I talked to the academic advisor she said the same damn thing. I am royally fucking screwed, but it’s my own doing.”
Jordyn came into the kitchen and headed toward the fridge.
Without looking at them Jordyn said, “What the fuck are you pussies doing?”
“Alex has his panties in a twist because he’s flunking a class, and it brought his GPA down.” Jordyn looked over his shoulder.
“Yeah, and? Why in the hell do you care about that? I know for a fact you have enough credits to graduate.”
“I’m on probation from the team.” Alex leaned back in his seat and folded his hands behind his head. At Jordyn’s blank face he said, “I know you could give two shits about football or anything sports related, but I actually enjoy it, and being put on probation sucks balls.”
Jordyn closed the fridge and went to the cupboard to get a bag of chips. “So what class are you failing? Maybe I can help?”
Alex chuckled humorlessly, and Racer and Jordyn looked at him curiously. “Human Sexuality.” For a moment neither of them said anything, but then they both busted out laughing.
“No shit?” Racer took a swig of his pop and grinned over at Alex. “You should be getting an A in that class. I mean, that’s all about sex and shit, right?”
Alex ran a hand through his hair and knew the strands were all sorts of fucked up. “Okay, so yeah, I thought it was easy credits. I thought we would just talk about sex and all that, but clearly that was not what the class was about.”
“Dude, you really thought Human Sexuality was about people actually having sex, like you’d get visual aids and shit? What in the hell have you been doing while sitting in class?” Jordyn asked almost incredulously, but there was a hint of humor in his voice. “I mean, yeah, it has to do with sex, but shit, dude, I wouldn’t even take that class. Who in the hell wants to learn about sex in society and all that shit?”
He should have known he was going get reamed for this, but he had walked into it.
“So I take it you guys can’t help me out?”
Racer snorted, and Jordyn made some kind of grunting noise.
“Sorry, I can’t help you out.” They sat there for several more minutes before Racer spoke.
“What about Mary?” At just the mention of the little brunette’s name Alex’s pulse raced.
“What about her?”
“Yeah, man, she would totally be able to help you out. She’s a tutor and all, and smart as hell.” Well, things were looking up if he could convince her to help him out. “But I don’t know if she has any free time. She’s been pretty busy, and I would know since I try and get her to help my dumb ass all the time.”
Alex knew Racer wasn’t dumb, but he wasn’t very smooth when he wanted to get with a girl. “Let me get you her number.”
“You’re just giving the chick’s number out without even asking her?” Jordyn might sleep around a lot, but he was a decent guy.
Racer gave him a “duh” look. “She posted her number in the student lounge. I mean how the hell do you think I got it?” Racer rattled off the digits, and Alex programmed them in his phone. He would definitely be calling her later. Not only would he get help to pass his class, he would also get a little eye-candy while doing it.
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Mary counted the last bill and smiled. She had made a hundred bucks in just the past two days, and her little stockpile of “just in case money” was filling out nicely. She shoved the money in her purse and made a mental note to go to the bank after classes tomorrow. It was already after five, and with tomorrow being Monday and her first class being at eight in the morning, she planned on going to bed before the sun even set. She stood and walked over to her bed. It wasn’t even made, and the sheets and comforter were in a tight ball in the center of the mattress. Not caring because she was just too damn exhausted, she did a belly flop right in her bed.
A contented sigh left her, and she closed her eyes. Maybe she should just take a little nap? That sounded like a plan to her, but of course her phone chose that moment to ring. She blindly reached over to her bedside table and felt the edge of her phone graze her fingertips. Cracking an eye open and staring at the screen, she saw the wide, smiling face of her mother.
“Hello?” Mary rolled onto her back and grimaced as the ball of material bunched right under her spine.
“Are you sleeping at five in the afternoon, Mary?” Her mom’s voice was filled with authority, and Mary breathed out, not caring if it sounded exasperated.