Campus Legend by Jennifer Sucevic
The Campus Series, Book 5
July 26, 2022
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Excerpt
โI could use a tutor, and since youโve taken the class before and know exactly what that woman expects, youโd be the perfect one to help me through the rest of the semester.โ
Laughter rises in my throat as tears leak from my eyes. โYou canโt be serious.โ
Iโm not sure what world he thinks weโre living in, but that is not going to happen.
Like, ever.
His blue gaze sears mine as he warms to the idea. โIโm as serious as a heart attack, taco girl. My guess is that you donโt follow football, but this season is an important one. If Iโm not out on the field, it affects whether I get drafted and play in the NFL.โ He raises a brow. โUnderstand?โ
โHereโs what I understandโyou have an entire semester of shitty grades. If football was so important, then you should have been working hard this entire time instead of trying to kick your ass into gear at the last minute.โ
His expression becomes pinched. โHow was I to know that sheโd put the kibosh on friends helping me with homework?โ
I shake my head and scrunch my face. โWhat do you mean?โ
When he presses his lips together, I think about the scattered papers on the ground. They hadnโt all been low grades. In fact, a surprising number had been As, which doesnโt make a whole lot of sense. If you put the time and effort into the assignments, then the tests should beโ
Oh.
I shift, cocking a hip and shaking my head. โSoโฆNichols figured out that you werenโt doing your own homework, huh?โ
Un-freaking-believable.
Here I am, busting my ass with eighteen credits this semester so I can graduate on time and get a job. And this guy just skates on through, not even bothering to do his own homework. I didnโt think it was possible to lose any more respect for him, but I just did.
He shrugs, unashamed of his cheating. Because thatโs exactly what it is.
โWhat do you want me to say? Iโve got a lot on my plate, especially when weโre in season. And those girls were eager to offer their support.โ
YeahโฆIโll just bet they were. Unwanted images of the females that were hanging all over him at the restaurant flood through my brain. I roll my eyes and shove them away. Now that I have the full story, I can understand why Dr. Nichols came down on him like a ton of bricks. Sheโs not a professor to put up with shit. Not even from the athletes on campus who are treated like demigods.
Good for Dr. Nichols.
โAs much as Iโd love to offer my assistance, I canโt.โ
โCanโt?โ He lifts a brow.
If he needs me to spell it out for him, I will. Slowly. So he can understand it.
โWonโt.โ
His tongue darts out to moisten his lips. โCome on, tacoโโ
When my eyes narrow, he trails off abruptly before clearing his throat.
โLola.โ His voice dips, becoming deeper as he takes a step closer, once again invading my personal space and making my heart flutter. โCome on. I need help and youโre in the perfect position to offer it.โ
โThat might be so, but I donโt want to. And even if I did, I donโt have the time. Some of us do our own homework and have to bust our asses working a part-time job in order to afford school. So, noโฆI donโt feel sorry for you one bit. Honestly, I find it refreshing that someone around here is finally holding you accountable. It doesnโt sound like thatโs ever happened before.โ I raise both hands. โWelcome to the real world.โ
He blinks. โIf itโs a matter of money, I can pay you.โ
Itโs so easy for him, isnโt it?
Thereโs not enough money in the world to convince me to spend more time with him than I already have. I shake my head before slipping my phone from my front pocket and glancing at the screen. Great. Now Iโm fifteen minutes late. Professor Harrison is going to have a field day when I walk through the door.
โLook,โ I snap, fed up with this conversation, โI need to go.โ
โWill you at least consider tutoring me?โ
โNope.โ It gives me pleasure to pop the P at the end of the word.
Itโs a relief when I attempt to step around him for a second time and he doesnโt stop me. Without a backward glance, I hustle up the wide stone steps before flying through the glass door and into the quiet corridor.
Thatโs twice now that Iโve run into Asher Stevens in a handful of days.
Which is two times too many, as far as Iโm concerned.
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