Thanks again to my friend Papakilo14 for his kind editing. He makes me look good.
I was in my last semester studying electronic engineering at Berkley and it had been a tough three years. I'm not really your typical nerd but I fit a lot of the profile. The only difference was I was there on a football scholarship. I was pretty good in high school but not so good in college. I had good instincts and I was strong but I was a step slow. I played middle linebacker and I was second string but no NFL contract was in my future. I really didn't want one anyway. I had absolutely no aspirations for that. Football was a way to pay for college and that was it. I spent as little time on it as I could get away with and spent most of my time trying to graduate at the top of the engineering school. I didn't get to the top, but I was close. My mom didn't make nearly enough as an RN to send me to Berkley and my sister to Carnegie Mellon, but grants, scholarships and working as a tutor every spare minute I had kept me in school.
I was about half way through that last semester when I saw my advisor hurrying after me down the hall. "Dray, wait up for a minute," she called.
I stopped and waited for her to catch up. "Hey, Dr. Beiler, what's up?" I asked.
"Dray, I need to talk to you for a minute," she panted as she came up. "Do you have any tutoring openings?"
"Well, yeah; one of my guys flunked out last week. His parents pulled him out. He seemed to be more interested in partying anyway. I guess that doesn't make you very confident in my tutoring abilities, does it?" I laughed.
"Don't be silly," she said. "I know how smart you are. I know you better than my own kids. I have a student that needs some help with her advanced math course. You can do this stuff in your sleep. In fact, I suspect you did the last class you took from me in your sleep. Can you fit her in?"
"Sure, anything for you, Doc," I told her. "Have her give me a call or drop by the tutoring center on Thursday."
I didn't think much more about it for a week and I had forgotten about it until Thursday. My phone rang and I didn't recognize the number. I don't answer calls from people I don't know. I hate to talk on the phone. My iPhone buzzed that I had a voice mail. I listened to it and an angry female voice reminded me that I was supposed to meet her at the center. Hell! I had forgotten.
I hurried over and got the shock of my life. Gloria Willis was leaning against a partition and she wasn't happy. I had never spoken to her but I knew who she was. Everyone knew who she was. She was everyone's wet dream. She was this spectacular redhead. Her hair was this flaming mane that made you want to reach out and touch it to see if it gave off heat. It was down to the middle of her back and it bounced when she moved like it was in slow motion. She had the most amazing, bright blue eyes you've ever seen and this clear, milky skin that looked like it was translucent. A patrician nose, high cheekbones, a cupid's bow mouth and a little pointed chin made a face that Titian would have died to paint. Then there was the rest of her.
She oozed sensuality. She had huge, round breasts that looked like they were about to destroy her bra at every step. Her waist was small enough that it looked like you could span it with your hands and then she swelled out into wide hips and the roundest, jiggliest ass that could be imagined. She was the person that every girl wanted to be and every guy wanted to possess. If you were interested in being popular and sought after, all channels went through her. She dated only the star athletes and top rich playboys on campus. She was constantly surrounded by a court of admirers and she looked like a queen with her royal retinue around her. Now she was someone I was supposed to tutor and she wasn't happy with me. Those blue eyes were ice cold and the look she gave me would have frozen polar bears.
"Miss Willis, I'm Dray Cabot," I said. "I'm sorry; I thought you were going to call if you needed help,"
"That wasn't my understanding," she said. "Can we just get started?"
I sat down at the table and asked to see her assignment. I started to explain it and when I asked her some questions I could tell right away she didn't have a clue.
"Have you been going to class?" I asked her.
"Yes, but it's just before lunch and I get a lot of texts," she said.
She reached out and touched my hand. It felt like I had been tazered. Her hand was burning hot on mine. She gazed into my eyes and I felt like I was melting. "Dray, wouldn't it be easier if you just did the assignments?" she asked. My underwear were killing me.
"What the hell? Yes, that would be easier, but it wouldn't help you at all," I told her. "That's not what I'm here for. I don't do assignments. If you want me to help you, I'm in. If you're just here to try to scam me into doing your assignments for you by batting your eyes at me, I'll ask Dr. Beiler to get you someone that gives a rat's ass." I pulled my hand away.
She stared at me in shock for a minute and then just got up and walked out. I guess she must have had a novel experience. Maybe she was used to putting her spell on people and getting them to do whatever she wanted. She could probably have done that to me too except I knew those big blue eyes weren't for me and that hot little hand was just an empty promise on mine. She was so far out of my league she might as well have been on the moon and I resented her trying to manipulate me like that. I had her in a dozen classes down through our time at Berkley and she had never even so much as looked at me before. I got up and went back to the dorm in disgust. I had forgotten all about the incident the next day at lunch. I was working on a project on my laptop and eating a Chick-fil-A sandwich at a table by myself. I felt a shadow fall across the table and I looked up. It was her!
Shit, I thought to myself. Here we go again. I closed my laptop, wrapped my sandwich up and stood up. I was walking away when I noticed she was following me.
"Look, Miss Willis," I said. "I don't know what you're selling today, but I don't want any. Isn't there some quarterback waiting for you somewhere?"
Those huge blue eyes filled with tears and became liquid pools. I felt like a real asshole for a minute. Then I remembered who this was and I turned away again.
"Why don't you like me?" I heard the sob from behind me.
"What?" I could hardly believe my ears. I turned around and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Jesus, this girl was good!
"Why do you hate me?" she asked. "You don't even know me. Why are you being so mean to me?"
"I know this must be a new concept for you, Miss Willis, but some of us are here to actually learn something," I said. "Some of us actually plan to get a job by studying hard and making grades. Some of us don't give a crap who you are or who you date or whether or not we're going to all the Greek parties. You wasted my time. Do you know how I buy shoes? I do it by tutoring people that want my help. I'm not some frat boy. I'm not some football player that wants to be seen with you on his arm. Do you understand?"
"That's not true, you are a football player," she said. "What makes you think I'm not serious about my education? What makes you think I'm just some bimbo that parties all the time?"
I guess she had a point. "Okay, I'm a football player. I don't know you, but what you suggested last night, putting your hand on mine, asking me to do your assignment; that's bullshit, Miss Willis."
"My name is Gloria," she said. "I'm sorry I asked you to do my assignments. Will you give me another chance?"
I was royally pissed off, but she had a point. "What, exactly, do you mean by another chance?"
"I want you to tutor me."
"Okay, but no more bullshit," I said.
"No more bullshit," she agreed.
"I'll meet you in the tutoring center at seven," I told her.
"I was hoping you'd come to my apartment," she said. "I hate that center. I feel stupid going there. It's like I'm some dummy you're teaching to count."
"Okay, but you'll have to pay for my time going and coming," I told her.
She agreed and gave me the address. "I promise you won't regret it," she said.
When I got to her place I was surprised. She lived in a huge apartment. She had three roommates and the place had four bedrooms, a huge living room and a really nice kitchen. Two of the roommates were there and she introduced me. There was a tall, sultry blonde named Rhonda and a tiny little oriental girl named Tina. Gloria told me the other roommate was a guy named Tim and he had a night class. She ran the other two girls off and got out her books. I sat on the sofa and she came and sat beside me, putting her books on the coffee table and pulling it close so we could work. She really didn't have a clue what was going on and we had to go way back in the book to get to something she understood. I started catching her up and she amazed me. This girl was scary smart. If she had paid attention at all in class she would have all this stuff wrapped up. I would get half way through explaining something and she would pick up her pencil and finish it.
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