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last week trying to pretend she didn’t. Now he just needed to matter to her.
Music blasted from his phone speaker. Who the hell would call this late? He looked down at the screen. Ryan. What the hell did he want? Probably to cry about the spanking he took online. Well, maybe he’d learn not to talk shit about Ski’s woman. He smiled. My woman . For the first time, there was a glimmer of hope.
Ski swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “If you say one thing about pie, I swear, I’ll kick the shit out of you.”
“What the fuck, Ski?”
Wait— “What?”
“Something you forget to tell me?”
What could Ski have forgotten to tell him, except… shit.
“I’m a mentor this year for new business majors. Guess who I have, Ski? Guess.”
“I was going to tell you.”
“So, this isn’t some major fuckup by the admissions office.”
“Nope.” Not a fuckup by the admission office. A major fuckup by himself. Maybe, that remained to be seen. Changing one’s major junior year was a big risk. But wasn’t this the time to take risks, in college?
“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because, well, shit.” Ski really should have told him, but he was having a hard time grasping the reality of it for himself.
“Yeah— shit. Have you told your father?”
“Nope.” That conversation would be ten times worse than this one, and this one wasn’t exactly like kicking an extra point.
“Well, if the mentors have the list, then the deans have it. Your father’s going to find out.”
Ski snapped his head back against the cabinet. “I thought I had more time. Don’t those lists come out the week before the term?”
“The mentor liaison is leading some exploration trip through Kenya starting next week, so all assignments needed to be done this week.”
Gowno . Ski really thought he had more time. He’d put off talking to the med school dean, but now he’d know. He’d figure out Ski wasn’t enrolled in medical school. He wouldn’t be in any of the classes. The dean would notice and call Ski’s father.
And Tata … He’d be so disappointed. So hurt. Shit.
Not that it mattered. With all the strikes against Ski, it was only a matter of time before he disappointed his father. Clunky hands, lack of passion— Better to get it over with now, rather than wait till later. The black sheep was never going to be a heart surgeon.
His mother would pray for his soul. His father would pray for his future. Both were going to freak.
“Thanks for the call, Ry.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, man?”
“Yeah.” Ski was okay. Not great, but okay. And Samantha was the reason. Without that small shred of hope, he’d be lost right now.
“Call if you need reinforcements.”
“Sure, thanks.” Ski disconnected. He had to tell his father tomorrow, before he heard it from anybody else. Rumors traveled fast on this campus, and sometimes the message was distorted, as if everyone was communicating through two cans and a string, not the 4G everyone really used.
The light from the back patio caught his eye. Dinner. He didn’t have time for the classroom drama right now. He had to make sure Samantha was fed and he just wanted to spend some time with her. Alone.
He’d deal with his father later. He’d deal with the fallout later. He’d deal with everything later. Much later.
Tonight he’d focus on her. Tomorrow he’d deal with the pooch-screw that was his life.
~»ΨΡ«~
Chapter Twelve
Sam
SAMANTHA TOSSED the last bag of trash in the dumpster. Tomorrow she’d work on staining the deck and installing the new sliding glass door— and put the last wall sconce up by the front door. But tonight, she was done.
Thank goodness. The smell floating from the backyard was killing her. Hamburgers. Hickory charcoal. The smoke was wrapped around her head, with a bulls-eye on her nose. Hell, she could’ve smelled roasted skunk and she’d swear her mouth would water at this point. She grabbed her
Music blasted from his phone speaker. Who the hell would call this late? He looked down at the screen. Ryan. What the hell did he want? Probably to cry about the spanking he took online. Well, maybe he’d learn not to talk shit about Ski’s woman. He smiled. My woman . For the first time, there was a glimmer of hope.
Ski swiped the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “If you say one thing about pie, I swear, I’ll kick the shit out of you.”
“What the fuck, Ski?”
Wait— “What?”
“Something you forget to tell me?”
What could Ski have forgotten to tell him, except… shit.
“I’m a mentor this year for new business majors. Guess who I have, Ski? Guess.”
“I was going to tell you.”
“So, this isn’t some major fuckup by the admissions office.”
“Nope.” Not a fuckup by the admission office. A major fuckup by himself. Maybe, that remained to be seen. Changing one’s major junior year was a big risk. But wasn’t this the time to take risks, in college?
“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because, well, shit.” Ski really should have told him, but he was having a hard time grasping the reality of it for himself.
“Yeah— shit. Have you told your father?”
“Nope.” That conversation would be ten times worse than this one, and this one wasn’t exactly like kicking an extra point.
“Well, if the mentors have the list, then the deans have it. Your father’s going to find out.”
Ski snapped his head back against the cabinet. “I thought I had more time. Don’t those lists come out the week before the term?”
“The mentor liaison is leading some exploration trip through Kenya starting next week, so all assignments needed to be done this week.”
Gowno . Ski really thought he had more time. He’d put off talking to the med school dean, but now he’d know. He’d figure out Ski wasn’t enrolled in medical school. He wouldn’t be in any of the classes. The dean would notice and call Ski’s father.
And Tata … He’d be so disappointed. So hurt. Shit.
Not that it mattered. With all the strikes against Ski, it was only a matter of time before he disappointed his father. Clunky hands, lack of passion— Better to get it over with now, rather than wait till later. The black sheep was never going to be a heart surgeon.
His mother would pray for his soul. His father would pray for his future. Both were going to freak.
“Thanks for the call, Ry.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, man?”
“Yeah.” Ski was okay. Not great, but okay. And Samantha was the reason. Without that small shred of hope, he’d be lost right now.
“Call if you need reinforcements.”
“Sure, thanks.” Ski disconnected. He had to tell his father tomorrow, before he heard it from anybody else. Rumors traveled fast on this campus, and sometimes the message was distorted, as if everyone was communicating through two cans and a string, not the 4G everyone really used.
The light from the back patio caught his eye. Dinner. He didn’t have time for the classroom drama right now. He had to make sure Samantha was fed and he just wanted to spend some time with her. Alone.
He’d deal with his father later. He’d deal with the fallout later. He’d deal with everything later. Much later.
Tonight he’d focus on her. Tomorrow he’d deal with the pooch-screw that was his life.
~»ΨΡ«~
Chapter Twelve
Sam
SAMANTHA TOSSED the last bag of trash in the dumpster. Tomorrow she’d work on staining the deck and installing the new sliding glass door— and put the last wall sconce up by the front door. But tonight, she was done.
Thank goodness. The smell floating from the backyard was killing her. Hamburgers. Hickory charcoal. The smoke was wrapped around her head, with a bulls-eye on her nose. Hell, she could’ve smelled roasted skunk and she’d swear her mouth would water at this point. She grabbed her
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