Saturday classes were the worst invention mankind had ever come up with, and that was saying a lot, considering pineapple on pizza existed.
While muttering to myself under my breath non-stop, I was dragging myself across campus toward Harper Hall for my pre-law seminar, coffee in one hand, earbuds in, hoodie up. The only reason I hadn’t skipped was because Coach Donovan would roast me alive if my attendance dropped. Being Boston Thunders’ captain didn’t mean I got a free pass academically. At least, that was what he kept saying to me every two practice sessions.
I get the fact that he was hell bent on seeing me succeed but sometimes, it could be tiring when on a day like this, I just wanted to relax in bed.
Halfway to my seat, two girls from the back row slid into step with me. Both w
