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"I think he's a bit busy right now," I pointed out. I tore my eyes away from him long enough to give her a cheeky smile. I ducked away before she could elbow me again.
She snorted. "Smart ass. I meant after the game. You could, I don't know, congratulate him on how well he plays with his balls."
"Grace!" I shook my head. There was no way I'd have the guts to make a joke like that. Just thinking about his balls made me warmer. And his cock. How big—
I shoved that thought away. I'd have to rely on my fertile imagination when it came to his dick. I'd never see it in person.
"You're right," Grace said slowly. "You should offer to play with his balls."
I clapped my palm to my forehead and shook my head again. "If that's what I'd have to do to get him to notice me…" Then he'd never notice me, because I'd never have the confidence tosay something like that. Not to mention that I wanted more from him than just sex. Although, that for a start…
Considering how many girls vied for the attention of all of the guys on the team, especially the quarterback, I'd have to get in line just to have a conversation with him.
The sooner I got him out of my mind and heart, the better.
Chapter Two
CONRAD
I looked down at my scuffed sneakers.
"I know you read the book, that's obvious from your report."
I looked up into the steely grey eyes of Mr Leggit and shrugged. "Yeah, I read it." Between football practice and helping out at home, I managed to finish the book. At two AM this morning.
"And how long before you turned in your report did you actually finish it?" he asked.
"I dunno," I mumbled. "A couple of hours. I was gonna read over it again but…" I shrugged one shoulder. "I had training."
I knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it. I knew it. He knew it.
He said it anyway. "If you put as much effort into your schoolwork as you did into football, you could do quite well. Maybe even top of your class."
I held back a snort. He seemed to believe what he was saying, but I didn't. I was a footie player, not a nerd. Football was my life. My break from reality. It was the one thing I was actually good at. According to Coach Turner, I could actually play for the AGL if I worked hard enough. If I wanted it enough.
I wanted it all right. I wanted it more thananything.
"Do I have to remind you what happens if you fail?" He fixed me with that steely glare. "No uni will touch you, no matter how good you are at tossing the ball around."
He spoke like football wasn't interesting to him, but I've seen him on the sidelines screaming along with everyone else. He was just as big a fan as anyone else in school, student or teacher.
"It's time you got some help," he stated.
I flinched.
"I'm fine," I said defensively. I didn't want to talk to anyone about what was going on at home. It was no one's business but ours.
He snatched up my report from the top of the desk and waved it at me, red pen and all. "When you turn in reports that are rushed, full of mistakes, I wouldn't call your schoolwork fine. Do you want to fail?"
"No," I snapped. It finally registered that Mr Leggit was talking about my schoolwork needing help, not that I needed therapy. I should be relieved, but I didn't need anyone's help withanything.
He sighed and dropped the paper on the desktop. "We've had this conversation before, Conrad. You promised me you'd do better. I've had plenty of students who care more about sport than they do about schoolwork. You're nothing original. Except that sometimes, you actually seem interested. Judging by your book report, you enjoyed the book."
He was asking, not just telling me.
"It was okay," I muttered. "The science was a bit dubious, but the main character was kinda cool." I hated to admit that I liked science-fiction. I was one hundred percentnota nerd. No fucking way. Nothing I'd admit to.
He leaned his hip against the side of the desk. "If you'd give yourself time to do the work properly, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
