HIS LITTLE PET
"Hey, let me ask you something. You’re in the economics department, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Do you know a guy named Nathan Tanner? He's supposed to be our senior. He’s the top student or whatever."
Jared’s face immediately lit up with recognition. "Oh, yeah. Everyone in the department knows Nathan. The guy is a literal robot, he gets perfect scores on everything and sits in the front row of every lecture. Why do you ask? Are you guys hanging out?"
"Not hanging out," I grunted, rolling my shoulders. "Coach got him to tutor me for Advanced Stats so I don't get benched for the winter finals. The guy is a complete psycho. He nearly bit my head off because I was twenty minutes late."