They were hot and made me think very dirty and obscene things, just like everyone else in the world with a little twin desire.
“I’m not sure. They’re identical, and he didn’t like, introduce himself or anything,” I pulled my arm away out of her grasp. The dazed look left her face. “Then Mason was there and talking to me. His excuses were shit…He said, and I’m paraphrasing here because the whole thing is a blur to me… He said that it was okay that the jocks got perks on campus since they worked so hard. We were talking about classes and shit. I mean, they just hand these assholes a degree for being getting their asses knocked down out on the field. It’s not fair… And Mason, as hot as he is, is just a part of the problem. I bet he doesn’t give a shit and barely even goes to class anymore.”
“That sucks, hon…But sometimes people are so caught up in the life they are living, and you know how hard those boys do work through the year, that they have a hard time understanding someone else’s perspective. You had a hard time understanding his. Did you even try?” Gina was a psych major.
“Have I told you that I hate you today?” I sulked.
“No, honey, it’s the first time, but I bet I’ll hear it again,” she laughed as she walked back over to her cubicle.
“This is not reality TV,” I said.
“Maybe it is, honey. Maybe it is.”
This was just the start of a bad day. Mason McKendrick had really gotten in my head.
