Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it. They make it hard to get boys to even talk to me.”
“I’m not saying they won’t be around, but at a very far distance.”
“I understand.” They walk ten feet behind me most days, which is so damn annoying, so this is a good thing. “I’ll take what I can get.”
I wave them off and get ready so I can make the short trip to campus. I head to my first class, which thankfully is mercifully short. Math, not my favorite, but a necessary requirement for my degree. Seriously, it’s almost enough for me to give up. My teacher is brilliant, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I’m going to have to record the lectures and listen to them repeatedly and slowly. His accent is thick and strong. Several classmates near me have their eyes wide open, leaning in as if that’s going to help them.
“Hey, don’t worry. The notes are on the class page,” the guy next to me says.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” He winks and then adds, “I’m the TA. He’s a great professor, and you’ll learn a lot.”
“I would if I could get past the heavy accent.”
“Yeah, it’s a little thick, but it’s better if you sit closer to the front.”
“I suppose I’ll try that next time.”
“Or I can tutor you,” he offers with a crooked grin. My face flattens, and then I frown.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I will just focus and try to study his inflections,” I sneer.
“Oh goodness, please don’t take me wrong. I tutor an entire group every semester. It’s not one on one. I’m sorry if it came off that way. It’s every Wednesday night.”
“Oh. My fault,” I say begrudgingly. He might actually hold a tutoring session, but I’m wise enough to know that he’s full of shit.
“You’re still welcome if you feel like it.” He hands me a flyer. I tuck it inside my textbook and then return my attention back to the teacher. Slowly his words are a little clearer, but it’s still a struggle. I make it through the class with a slight headache, so I leave, needing to find the local coffee shop. It’s a long line, but I manage to snag two medium caramel coffees before my next class and only get hit on twice more. I text my bestie and tell her where to meet me.
When I spot her, I wave the cups. “Good morning, Elsa,” Angie cheers, running up to me in the middle of the quad. We hug and then I hand her a cup of coffee.
“Where’s your posse of suits?”
“They are loosening the restrictions,” I say.
“Yay,” she cheers.
“I know, right?”
“You can finally hang out with me and meet some guys that I know.”
“Sounds good, but not today. Two guys and one girl have already made passes at me today, and I’m not in the mood for more.”
“That’s because you’re hot and that outfit is so cute.”
“Thanks, but you’re my friend and a bit biased.” I wink at her.
“You got me,” she says. “Besides, I’m trying to get in good so you can hook me up with your hot brother.”
“Which one?” I already know which brother, but I want her to say it. She’s been crushing on my brother since she met him.
“Milo, of course.” She rolls her eyes and then takes a drink of her coffee.
My alarm goes off, reminding me that class starts in five minutes. “Oh shit. I got to go.”
“I’ll talk to you later, and maybe we can go out.”
“Girl, I have class until tonight,” I explain.
“Fine. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.” I rush off to my next class.
By the time I finish my day, I’m so dang annoyed and tired. The boys are just as terrible as they were in high school. I swear last year wasn’t this bad, but it’s like they’ve realized I’ve sprouted tits and a personality finally. Not that I haven’t looked this hot, but today I must be releasing some sort of pheromones.
At first there was my TA, followed by a bunch of new classmates that I’ve never met before, and as I’m walking out of my last class, I run into a former classmate who never spoke to me while we were in high school.
“Hey, Elsa. Girl, you’re looking extra hot today. What’s gotten into the water at your house?” Johnny Santos says. He eyes my backside with a twisted smirk like he’s admiring my hard work in the gym.
“Shut up,” I answer back.
“Don’t be so mean, baby. I’m just giving you a compliment. You’ve gotten even hotter than last year, and your best friend told us you’re finally off your parents’ tight leash.” Ugh, I could punch Angie in the tit when I see her. In fact, I’m making a note on my phone. Quickly, I whip it out and open up my task lists.