💗EXCERPT BLAST💗 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 by Jennifer Sucevic!

Take a peek inside CAMPUS LEGEND by Jennifer Sucevic! This is a new adult, enemies to lovers, sports romance coming July 26th!

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Excerpt:

“I could use a tutor, and since you’ve taken the class before and know exactly what that woman expects, you’d be the perfect one to help me through the rest of the semester.”

Laughter rises in my throat as tears leak from my eyes.  “You can’t be serious.”

I’m not sure what world he thinks we’re living in, but that is not going to happen.

Like, ever.

His blue gaze sears mine as he warms to the idea. “I’m as serious as a heart attack, taco girl. My guess is that you don’t follow football, but this season is an important one. If I’m not out on the field, it affects whether I get drafted and play in the NFL.” He raises a brow. “Understand?”

“Here’s what I understand—you have an entire semester of shitty grades.  If football was so important, then you should have been working hard this entire time instead of trying to kick your ass into gear at the last minute.”

His expression becomes pinched.  “How was I to know that she’d put the kibosh on friends helping me with homework?”

I shake my head and scrunch my face.  “What do you mean?”

When he presses his lips together, I think about the scattered papers on the ground.  They hadn’t all been low grades.  In fact, a surprising number had been As, which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.  If you put the time and effort into the assignments, then the tests should be—

Oh.

I shift, cocking a hip and shaking my head.  “So…Nichols figured out that you weren’t doing your own homework, huh?”

Un-freaking-believable.

Here I am, busting my ass with eighteen credits this semester so I can graduate on time and get a job.  And this guy just skates on through, not even bothering to do his own homework.  I didn’t think it was possible to lose any more respect for him, but I just did.

He shrugs, unashamed of his cheating.  Because that’s exactly what it is.

“What do you want me to say?  I’ve got a lot on my plate, especially when we’re in season.  And those girls were eager to offer their support.”

Yeah…I’ll just bet they were.  Unwanted images of the females that were hanging all over him at the restaurant flood through my brain.  I roll my eyes and shove them away.  Now that I have the full story, I can understand why Dr. Nichols came down on him like a ton of bricks.  She’s not a professor to put up with shit.  Not even from the athletes on campus who are treated like demigods.

Good for Dr. Nichols.

“As much as I’d love to offer my assistance, I can’t.”

“Can’t?” He lifts a brow.

If he needs me to spell it out for him, I will.  Slowly.  So he can understand it.

“Won’t.”

His tongue darts out to moisten his lips.  “Come on, taco—”

When my eyes narrow, he trails off abruptly before clearing his throat.

“Lola.”  His voice dips, becoming deeper as he takes a step closer, once again invading my personal space and making my heart flutter.  “Come on.  I need help and you’re in the perfect position to offer it.”

“That might be so, but I don’t want to.  And even if I did, I don’t have the time.  Some of us do our own homework and have to bust our asses working a part-time job in order to afford school.  So, no…I don’t feel sorry for you one bit.  Honestly, I find it refreshing that someone around here is finally holding you accountable.  It doesn’t sound like that’s ever happened before.”  I raise both hands.  “Welcome to the real world.”

He blinks.  “If it’s a matter of money, I can pay you.”

It’s so easy for him, isn’t it?

There’s not enough money in the world to convince me to spend more time with him than I already have.  I shake my head before slipping my phone from my front pocket and glancing at the screen.  Great.  Now I’m fifteen minutes late.  Professor Harrison is going to have a field day when I walk through the door.

“Look,” I snap, fed up with this conversation, “I need to go.”

“Will you at least consider tutoring me?”

“Nope.”  It gives me pleasure to pop the P at the end of the word.

It’s a relief when I attempt to step around him for a second time and he doesn’t stop me.  Without a backward glance, I hustle up the wide stone steps before flying through the glass door and into the quiet corridor.

That’s twice now that I’ve run into Asher Stevens in a handful of days.

Which is two times too many, as far as I’m concerned.

 

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