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After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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It's an ungodly hot Tuesday afternoon but that doesn't stop Starbucks from getting it's usual inflow of drained students waiting to be revived by a cup of coffee. Me included.
I swore off Starbucks two nights ago when I fell in a pool in front of one of their workers. But feeling second hand embarrassment whilst ordering a cup of coffee is currently the least of my problems. I'm concentrating solely on my phone (not just as an eye contact avoidance tactic) but also because after spending over 2 hours in the library with one of the available student tutors, I still know nothing about biostatistics.
Yet, here I am venmoing him 50$ with the subject line reading 'thank you so much for your help'.
"Help my ass." I grumble as I go off the app and click on my iMessage to message my friends.
istg.... I'm this close to losing it. staying at the library till whenever don't wait up
The female barrister calls my name and I head over to get my order and walk out of Starbucks as quickly as I can before a certain blonde guy sees me.
I finish my toaster before I reach the library where I plan on staying until my brain understands everything Bryne said I'm not doing too good at. I let out a sigh at the remembrance of our little impromptu meeting. It would have been less humiliating if he didn't call me out in front of 9 freshmen. But I guess he's had enough of my less than mediocre grades which to be fair, I can't complain about. This is my second year in his class after all.
When I reach my little corner at the east wing of the library, I place my Starbucks cup on the table after a tiny sip of my black coffee.
If there's anything I hate more than green tea it would be black coffee. The fact that I spent money on it says a lot about how desperate I am to get some work done.
Time only seems to move slow when I'm solving a math problem. Two hours dragged by but it felt like an eternity. My back hurts from being hunched over staring at my laptop screen-the only break I've gotten is when I went to grab my worksheets from the printer.
Then my phone dings silently next to me. My hands reached for it immediately, easing my mind which was ready for an escape from the world of problem solving. I push my anti-reflective glasses away from my face and click on the screen.
As I stare at the message a weird feeling builds up in my chest, the pit of my stomach and in between my thighs. In some stupid way, I have done something I never thought was possible.
why what's wrong?
I messaged the wrong number. I messaged Charlie. And 2 hours and 40 something minutes later, Charlie has replied me.
