“Just shut up,” Ryder shakes his head, trying to hold back a laugh.
Asher taps on Shane’s shoulder and signs something.
“That’s probably a good idea. Take that one for food first or he’ll annoy you with commercial songs from ten years ago.” Shane tilts his head to where Matt is standing.
“Yes! Food is a great idea! Wait, why is he taking me to get food? I missed something.” He scrunches his brows looking around at us.
“You’re such a dumb ass,” Ryder huffs. “Ash suggested we go study since this is the only day off we’ll get before the next game. And you’re a pain in the ass when you’re hungry. Hence the stop for food,” he finishes, an amused grin crossing his face.
Matt bumps elbows with Asher and starts bobbing his head to a beat no one can hear but him.
“Five…Five-dollar…Five-dollar foot loooooong.”
Asher lets out a low growl, rolls his eyes, and grabs Matt’s sleeve. He drags Matt out of the cafeteria still singing away.
“Ash is gonna kill him one of these days,” Ryder laughs. “You guys ready to go or do you want to keep sitting in that hard as hell chair?”
Shane stands, setting my feet on the ground. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side.
“Let’s go.”
Classic rock filters through the speakers as Shane and I study. I’m on his bed with my artwork spread out while he’s at his desk flipping through a notebook. I don’t really have much to study. I passed all the practice tests and had high grades in all my classes. Right now, I’m looking over the work that I’llbe submitting for the fall semester. My portfolio is full, and I finished my heart sculpture a few days ago.
Shane lets out a slow breath as he closes his notebook and tosses it on top of the open textbook on his desk. He swivels his chair until he’s facing me.
“I need help studying for this class. I think I know everything but it’s starting to get all jumbled up. Can you quiz me?”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t know anything about kinesiology, but I’ll try.” I pile all my stuff up and place it on the bedside table.
Shane grabs a stack of index cards and walks over to me, sitting at the foot of his bed.
“I made these from my notes throughout the semester.” He hands them to me. “Shuffle them and I’ll try to answer.”
I do a quick shuffle and start to read off the first question before he stops me.
“How about we make this fun so I can remember the answers?”
He has a mischievous look, but I motion for him to continue.
“How about for every answer I get right, you take something off. And for every answer I get wrong, I’ll take something off. It’s a win-win!”
His bright smile has me nodding before I even tell my head to move. He could get me to do almost anything with that damn smile.
Rubbing his hands together, he leans forward. “Hit me with a question, beautiful.”
Looking at the top card I read off the question. “What does the I in FITT principle stand for?”
“Intensity.”
I reach down and remove a sock, tossing it to the floor.
“Starting with the feet. Kinky,” he smirks.
Ignoring him, I flip to the next card. “How many minutes per week should an adult spend doing moderate-intensity physical activity?”
He pretends to think about it, but I can tell he’s pulling my leg by the way he’s counting his fingers.
“You don’t have enough fingers for the answer,” I deadpan.
