Playing the latest version of Mobile Strike on my phone, I lose track of how long I’ve been standing here. Glancing up my heart jumps in response to her standing right in front of me, glaring at me with those gorgeous magnified brown eyes.
Kicking myself for not knowing she’s there I force my pulse to return to its normal beat. I should have noticed her sweet cucumber, fruity scent, I inhale it every chance I can get close enough to her without seeming creepy.
I need to get to know this girl better. She won’t be seventeen forever.
“May I walk you out,” I offer.
“Mr. Black, may I see you in my office,” Dr. P calls.
Shit, I’m not liking the cold tone of his voice and the way he’s glaring at me.
I’ll have to try to talk to her again another time. Watching the back of Dr. P’s head lead me to my doom, I realize I forgot the most important thing I could say to her. Stopping, I make sure I apologize for what was done. But before I can say anymore Dr. P demands I get in his office.
Plopping down in one of his office chairs, with one leg hanging over the arm, I ask, “So, what’s up Doc?”
Hardening his eyes at me, he slaps my foot off the chair arm before crossing his arms while staring daggers at me, “What exactly do you think you’re doing with Tensanne, Mr. Black?” he demands.
I’ve always gotten along with Dr. P, he’s one of the more easy-going professors, his animosity toward me is throwing me off, straightening in my chair when he mentions Tensanne, I answer, “Oh, hey, I was watching her stuff and making a little small talk. No harm, no foul.”
“Small talk? Small talk that would lead to another compromising picture spread around of her?”
Holding my hands up, “Woah, now wait, I didn’t have anything to do with that. I didn’t share it, comment on it or keep it. Did I see it? Yes. But I had nothing to do with it,” I deny.
“Tensanne is not your average college student, Mr. Black. I have no doubt you know exactly where the photo originated, I have a pretty good idea about it myself. To get justice for her would only cause more problems. With her intelligence, she requires a little more maturity than most college girls. She’s not your easy conquest. She’s not a notch on your bedpost. She needs a little more guidance and sincerity. She needs to be surrounded by people she can trust,” he states, emphasizing the word trust.
“I know, Doc. I’ve listened to her in class. To tell you the truth, I love listening to her in class. She’s so smart. I would never think of her as easy or anything of the sort. I wanted to talk to her, the opportunity presented itself and I took it.”
Rubbing his chin, his eyes lighting with curiosity, he ponders, “Maybe you could help her, Mr. Black.”
“What do you mean, Doc?”
“I think you’re a pretty good guy, Kohl. You have solid grades; plus, being on scholarship makes you try a little harder than others, more apt to steer away from trouble,” he acknowledges, tapping a pencil on his chin.
“Oh, now I’m Kohl, huh? Hell yes, I’m a good guy, Doc,” I agree, wondering where he is going with this train of thought.
“Yes, Kohl,” he says, rubbing his hands together like an evil mastermind, “I want you to become friends with Tensanne. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends. Maybe, if she hangs around with you for a little while she can get a better feel for how college men act and build some self-esteem. Then she won’t fall into a trap so easily. She may have one of the best minds in the state but her common sense could use a lot of work.”
“Ok, Doc. I’ll see if I can get her to be friends. But, from the little talking I just did with her, she doesn’t seem to like me very much.”
“She’s leery right now, as she should be. You’re going to have to work at building her trust. Can she trust you?”
“Yes, from what I know of her I like her and I won’t do anything to hurt her. If I can get her to talk to me, I think I can get her to be my friend,” I respond.
“Just like that? You’ll do this and you don’t want anything in return? You aren’t worried about it tarnishing your reputation?” he probes, looking for any nefarious plans.
“Hell no, Doc. It’s terrible what’s happened. I have been wanting to get to know her for a while now. Plus, she’s smart enough to tutor me through all my classes.” He doesn’t need to know he just opened a window to Tensanne for me and I intend to willingly crawl through it.
Sighing, he agrees, “Very well, let me know how it goes? Don’t make me regret this, Mr. Black.”
“You got it, Doc,”
Now I have a reason to get up close and personal with those magnificent tits and the girl they belong to.
Basketball is starting, classes are going well and now I get to spend time with a girl I have been yearning to get close to, the world is a good place.
Now, I must figure out how to get her to let me in her life. Chase may have screwed up any chance I ever had of befriending her.
Chapter Three
Wisdom comes with age. Wrong, wisdom comes with mistakes. Age is just a number
—fact
Tensanne
“HEY, HUN,” RONNIE smiles, leaning on the wall, waiting for me after class, “How was your class?”
Shaking my head, feeling anxiety wiggling along my skin, “The fifth level of hell would be an accurate description,” I mumble recapping the disaster that was my Psych 1201class.
“God, what assholes,” she spews. The curse word in her
