Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Sophie - HOLY SHIT, BATMAN! Best morning EVER! I’m on my way. I’ll tell you all about it.
Making my way into our communications class, I find a seat in the back and drop my bag onto the chair beside mine, saving it for Sophie. The first class of the semester always seems to be a slow day when it comes to Professor Whitaker, and I know Sophie has got a lot to spill.
A few minutes have passed when I see that familiar wave of blonde hair making its way up the stairs. A cheesy grin cuts across my face, noticing she’s positively glowing from her morning activities while still strutting around in her workout clothes. She smirks back at me, shoving my bag out of the way as she flops into the seat beside mine with a satisfied sigh. “I told you. I knew you wouldn’t regret coming to the gym with me,” I remind her.
Sophie scoffs but agrees all the same. “Oh, I never regret coming,” she smirks before jumping straight into her story. “You should have seen the size of him, Dani. He was a beast and a god, he knew what he was doing,” she beams, not skipping out on a single, dirty, detail. “We got kicked out of the gym, so he took me back to his place for rounds two, and three, and fuck, don’t get me started on his tongue. He was a machine.”
I laugh at her enthusiasm. “Wow, so, I take it he was pretty good then?”
“Hands down. Best sex I’ve ever had.”
My brows shoot up with intrigue. “Geez, he must have been really good to deserve a title like that,” I laugh while glancing across the room, making sure we still have time to chat. “Are you sure, though? Because you said the same thing about that guy you met during the photography exhibition a few weeks ago.”
“Oh yeah, Jack,” she laughs with a fond sigh. “I forgot about him. He was great, but compared to Tank, he’s got nothing.”
My cheesy smile returns. “So, when are you seeing him again?”
Her lips press into a hard line as she gives me a pointed stare, as though I should know better by now, and honestly, I do. I know exactly what’s about to pour out of her mouth. I just really wish it wouldn’t. “You know that’s not how I roll,” she says. “I never go back for seconds. No matter how amazing it was.”
“Are you—” My response is cut off when Professor Whitaker walks into the room, calling the class to silence. She stands front and center, looking extremely professional in her gray pantsuit and low heels. She slides a pair of glasses up her nose and welcomes us all to our first class. “I trust you’ve all had a great break and are motivated for a challenging semester,” she says, jumping straight into her lecture.
An hour later, I’m madly scribbling notes in my notepad when Professor Whitaker goes ahead and drops a bomb on us. “Alright, your first assignment is going to be a big one. In fact, it will last the duration of the semester and count for fifty percent of your grade. I trust you will take this assignment seriously.”
We listen intently as she continues. “We’re roughly fifty-fifty between journalism and PR students, so you need to partner up, one from each area. There may need to be a couple groups of three. Your brief is to follow one of the college’s sporting teams throughout the year, specifically their training and games. You are to promote them in new ways and write an article each week on their progress and events. Your article will then be published in both the university’s online and physical newspapers, so make it good. There are specific sections of the assignment that are solely for the PR students, and some for the journalism students, but the majority of the assignment will involve your combined skills. All the instructions you need will be found in the brief, and the rest you will have to work out for yourselves.”
The room falls into hushed whispers of excitement while Sophie reaches for my hand, instantly claiming me as her partner. As if I would have chosen anyone else. “You should have all received an email with a detailed outline of the assignment, so take a moment to read over it and get an idea of what will be required of you.”
Grabbing my phone, I open my emails and sure enough, the brief is right there waiting for me. I begin reading over it as Professor Whitaker grabs a hat from the boy sitting in the front row and takes a seat at her desk. “You have a few minutes to figure out who you would like to partner with and then we’ll work out who’s taking what team,” she explains as she begins tearing up little pieces of paper and placing them in the hat.