Changing Forever Read Free Page B

we’d just sit here and discuss the syllabus for an hour, you might want to reevaluate your schedule.”
    Okay, her fucking attitude is going to kill it for me. Shaking my head, I reach into my bag and pull out what she asked. Too bad this class is a requirement for graduation, and I can’t afford not to graduate.
    “My assistant is going around with a handout for everyone. When you get it, turn to page two and read about the group project. It will be twenty-five percent of your grade this semester.” She pauses, checking to make sure she has everyone’s attention. “One last thing. I’ll let you choose your partner, but please avoid working with someone you already know. You’ll get more out of it this way.”
    Great. I hate projects, and even more than that, I hate group projects. It’s hard to find the time to get together with people when I have workouts, practices, and games. Maybe I’ll find a hot chick and convince her to carry my weight. I’ve done it before, and I can do it again.
    Noticing the guy two seats down eyeing me like his next big hunt, I stand and head in the opposite direction. He’s not going to be down with the game I’m about to play. As I walk past the upperclassman, who Professor McGill calls her assistant, I grab a handout from his hand and glance around the room.
    I need to find the one … the girl who’s going to help me pass this class. It’s obvious from the way a couple blondes from across the room watch me that they know who I am. Those are the ones I avoid; they’ll just expect something I’m not willing to give them. I learned last year that there are too many girls who want to be the one who tames the wild quarterback . The only problem is, I’m not the wild guy they all think I am.
    I don’t date because I don’t have time. I can count the number of girls I’ve had sex with on one hand. I always make sure I end things before they go too far emotionally. There’s just way too much going on in my life with football, a part-time job, and family drama to add a relationship into the mix.
    When I hear some of the other guys on the team talk about their conquests, I feel like a saint. One of my wide receivers has a different girl every weekend, literally. I’ve seen him get in too many situations where last weekend’s girl bumps into him while he’s with his latest. He hasn’t quite figured out how easily some of these girls get attached, and I’m waiting for it to come back and bite him in the ass.
    After walking almost the whole way up the center aisle, I start to doubt my plan. The pickings are slim, and if I can’t find someone, I won’t have any choice other than to drop this class and try again next semester. I don’t have time to deal with this shit right now.
    “Hey,” I hear a soft, sweet voice say from behind me. When I don’t turn around right away, she continues, a little unsure this time. “Umm, excuse me.”
    Glancing over my shoulder, I get my first look at her. She’s definitely cute … in a sweet, innocent sort of way with her long, chocolate brown hair and large brown eyes. I bet those eyes have gotten her out of trouble a time or two. She also happens to be the same girl who ran into me while I was tossing around the ball with the guys Saturday. The one who can catch a ball and throw a perfect spiral. She didn’t seem to know who I was then … or she didn’t care.
    “Can I help you?” I ask, turning myself the rest of the way around.
    Her eyes widen with her own realization as she tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, allowing me to focus on the contrast between her creamy skin and dark locks. I don’t stop there, lowering my gaze to her long, bare legs. I noticed them right away the other day, and I thank God she chose cutoff shorts again today.
    “I was wondering if you have a partner yet. I was reading through the syllabus, and I guess everyone else got a head start.”
    A grin spreads across my face as I look up to her hooded