Learning Curve

Cobey Green There I was, moving into the dorms at Franklin U and not into the shared party house I'd lived in my freshman year. Last year had been all about football and parties, not schoolwork. Which was why my grades tanked. Why I was one failed class away from being kicked off the team. Why I needed to live on campus and find myself a tutor. Funny that my new roommate just happens to be a tutor. Funny that he's oblivious to how hot he is. For a smart guy, he's pretty clueless. Maybe I could tutor him in how to be more outgoing in exchange for help with calculus? I could teach him how to talk to people, how to make new friends. Hell, maybe I could even help him punch his V card. Actually, now that I think about it… that's a really good idea. Vincent Brandt And there I was, happy to be back at college, happy to be where I was most comfortable. Happy to be starting another school year, happy to start tutoring again so I could earn some money.<br />And yes, there I was equal parts excited and dreading to see who my new roommate would be… until Cobey Green's smiling face appeared at the door. A huge football player loved by everyone, gorgeous, rich, and out of the closet. Everything I'm not. It doesn't help that he's genuinely a really nice guy. It doesn't help that I make him laugh and we can talk so easily. And it certainly doesn't help that we start having private tutoring sessions, which end up way more private than I'd ever dare imagine. I'd ranked top of my class in every subject since the first grade, yet there I was falling stupidly in love with him. This was going to be a hell of a year. And one very steep learning curve for both of us.</div>