I was a couple inches taller than normal girls so I didn’t understand the appeal, but guys liked how I looked, or they did until they found out Gage and Blake Clarke were my brothers. Slim body, long brown hair, and long legs. I was young, but I knew I had that Nina Dobrev look. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he’d quiz me on their stats when we walked back to his dorm.īut back to that first day of class-his five friends had taken the entire last row, and the only chair left open had been the one right behind me. I knew this because my brother, Gage, made me go to not one, not two, not five, but seven of the games last year when he was a freshman. The others were a starting defensive lineman, a wide receiver, a tailback, an offensive lineman, and the lankiest one was the team’s kicker. He was model material, and it was so cliché, but of course, he was the school’s quarterback. One was tall with broad shoulders, dark blond hair, blue eyes lined with ice, trim waist, and the kind of cheekbones girls would melt into their seats and sigh about. I was in the second-to-last row on that day and had watched them, one by one, as they trailed in. I knew who sat on my left and I didn’t want to look that way. Gripping my seat, I was ready to turn it in one way or another, but nope. I was a freshman and this class was mostly upperclassmen. This was where I cursed myself for not forcing Kristina to take the course with me. I glanced around from my spot in the second-to-last row. Go over these discussion questions, and one person will share with the class. The professor raised the worksheet in the air. Arrogant pricks could be real assholes in college, too.īreak into groups of four or five. While I didn’t need to study in high school, I sure as hell did in college.Ĥ. I learned four things right away over the first couple of weeks:ġ.

Until I marched into my first political science class and everything went downhill from there. I knew all the motions, what I could object to, what I couldn’t, and what I still wanted the imaginary jury to hear. That was an exaggeration, but it had been my dream to be a lawyer. Shay Coleman tanked my dream of going pre-law.

Hate to Love You by Tijan