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I grab the folder I brought with me and open it up. Thank God I have something else to focus on now. Something where I’m in my element.
“The biggest question is—do you actually want to go to college? Is it for you? Or because your dad doesn’t want you to?”
He rubs his hands along the front of his athletic shorts. “Didn’t know I’d be going to a therapy session,” he mumbles.
I grin at him. “I’m a psychology major. What’d you expect?”
He bites his lip, staring at the papers in the folder. “I don’t know. I haven’t let myself consider it before.”
“Well, what might you be interested in doing career-wise?”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he says, “Fuck if I know.”
“You don’t have to make any decisions now.” I pull the first page out, laying it on the couch cushion between us. “These are the requirements for my university if you want to look it over, though.”
He takes it, looking it over, then glances at me with wide eyes. “You need this kind of GPA? Mine was… not that.”
“Well, it’s a prestigious school. There was a senator’s daughter who went there a few years ago. Kaitlyn Parker. Senator Worthington’s son goes there, too, but I don’t know him well. He’s a frat guy.”
“Not your crowd?”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Um, no.”
“How do you know all this?”
I shrug. “I like researching things. Oh, and you know Denver Sandeke? The billionaire? His son Martin went there, too.”
“Must be expensive, then.”
“Yeah, the tuition is insane if you pay out of pocket. I was incredibly lucky to get the scholarships I did.”
His head falls back against the couch, and he blows out a breath as he stares up at the ceiling.
Oh, crap. I’m supposed to be hyping college up, not bringing it down.
“But I also pulled info on the local community college. That’d be a more realistic goal for you, considering you’re not sure what you want to do.”
I sort through the papers until I find the one I’m searching for.
“The cost per credit hour is a lot lower here. Plus, there are no GPA requirements.”
“What about the SAT?” He’s still not looking at me, choosing to look upward instead. “I never took it.”
“It’s not required for community college. But they’ll probably have you take a placement test to figure out what level of classes you should start at.”
“Probably boom boom level,” he mutters.
“Level… what?”
“That’s what we called the lowest level classes at my high school.” He finally glances over, a small smile playing over his lips. “You definitely wouldn’t have been a boom boom kid.”
“Um, thanks?”
His smile grows, the frustration on his face from earlier gone. “Sorry for not seeming appreciative. I am. But it’s a lot to take in.”
“I understand.”
The urge to reach over and stroke his arm in comfort is so strong, I nearly do it before I catch myself. What am I thinking?
