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Looking around as if he doesn’t want anyone to see him speaking with me, he backs me up, walking forward and forcing me to move around the table, ensuring we are out of sight from everyone else. Is he embarrassed to be seen with me? Mentally running over my appearance, I agree that I could have dressed up a bit more, but seriously, what normal college student wears anything other than sweatpants or jeans? Unless you are Gareth Worthington, that is. Brock’s voice brings me back to the present, pushing my appearance aside.
“Look, I know that my father is shelling out the cash for this. What will it take for you to just do the work for me so they don’t bench me?” His voice is a soft whisper, and it takes a few moments for his words to sink in.
My jaw drops, and my eyes bug out of my head. Shaking my head, I start to speak, then close my mouth again, several emotions running through me.
Shock.
Surprise.
Outrage.
It is only then his name registers in my head. Brock… Brock Adams…as in the starting pitcher for the Groveton College baseball team. One of the most popular jerks—ah, jocks—on campus.
“Listen, if you expect me to just do the work for you, think again.” Stepping around him, I grab my bag off the tabletop. “I have my own assignments to do. Find one of the many admirers who follow you around campus to do it if you don’t want to do the work yourself.”
Slinging the strap of my bag over my shoulder and stomping off while Brock is still in shock at my refusal to genuflect at his feet, I make my escape.
Finally making it back to the apartment, I lean my back against the door as it closes, letting out a frustrated groan. My head falls backward until it hits the door, and I bang it several times against the surface, wondering what the hell just happened and what I have gotten myself into.
Laughter has my eyes popping open, not realizing they were closed. Straightening my head, Callum and Ashton are sitting on the couch, Kennedy smashed between them. All three of them are watching me, lips twitching as they fight their laughter.
“That good?” Kennedy says with a chuckle.
“That stupid jerk, I mean jock, actually had the balls to offer to pay me to do his assignments for him!” I exclaim in frustrated outrage.
Kennedy’s eyes bug out, and one of the guys lets out a slow whistle. It’s then Kennedy catches my words.
“Wait,” she says excitedly. “Jock? Who?”
The guys let out growls as Kennedy moves to the edge of the couch.
“Brock Adams.”
Kennedy gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth.
“Wow, dude has money. At least his old man does. Not sure how much of it is actually his,” Ashton says.
Planting my hands on my hips, I glare at him, my words sharp.
“I am not doing his work for him. Whatever money his family has is no concern of mine. He might have gotten by like that in the past, but not with me. I even told him if he wanted someone to do it for him to find someone else.”
“What are you going to do?” Kennedy asks, her brows knitting together.
“Since I have committed already, it will be up to him to break it. Otherwise, I won’t get paid.” My lips quirk up on one side. “Let him go back toDaddyand tell him why he is failing.”
Callum slowly shakes his head, speaking softly, as if saying it louder will send something into the atmosphere. His face has a sheepish look, as if he feels guilty for what he is about to say.
“If he fails, he can’t play ball. He doesn’t play ball this year, and Brock can kiss his chance at the majors goodbye.”
“How do you know that?” Kennedy questions before I get a chance to ask myself.
“It’s all that has been talked about at the gym,” Callum says, answering Kennedy’s question while looking at me.
My head falls back on my shoulders as I let out a frustrated moan. Tossing my arms out to my side, “Great, so his future career is resting on my shoulders. Fuck. Me,” I say with a groan.
Callum, Ashton, and Kennedy start laughing at my theatrics. Ignoring them all, I head into my bedroom. The door slams behind me, and my body falls face-first onto the bed.
For some reason, the introvert in me hides when I am around Kennedy and the guys. Where my attitude came from when talking to Brock in the library is a mystery. Deciding not to dwell on our confrontation, I decide to take a soak in the large bathtub. Monday will come quickly, forcing me to deal with Brock Adams and his ego.
