Bab 89: Imposed Study Date

Jason POV:

Fuck. I woke up to the piercing sunlight streaming through my window, my body screaming in protest as I tried to move. It felt like I'd been hit by a truck, courtesy of the coach's "disciplinary" workout yesterday. My muscles were on fire, and every inch of me felt like hell.

Then I checked the time 8:45 a.m., and my brain instantly went into panic mode. Class started at 9 a.m. — and not just any class, but Professor Matthews' class.

Great. Just my luck.

Professor Matthews was the one professor who couldn't care less about who you were outside the classroom. The man was as no-nonsense as they came. In his own words, he wouldn't recognize any of us until we "made it in life"—and not because of our family names, but by proving ourselves.