Interception

Chapter 3

If only it were that.

I think I still hold a grudge against her because I never understood her reasoning.

I'm trying to remember if I ever did something to her that I have no clue about, yet still nothing comes to mind.

I just hope we can put it all aside.

My roommates, who are also my close friends, bought pizza and we divided it among ourselves.

They like me are also on the football team and after a long day of training there was no way we could find our way to the kitchen.

It was times like this that I wish Marcus would've accepted my offer to come live with us.

The guy can cook up a storm and we could use an extra hand around the place.

He nevertheless had his mind set on getting a place with his sister so he could look out for her.

After five slices and a coke, I go up to my room. I pull my phone out and search for Marissa's number.

I smiled before I even sent the call off because I know she's going to give me a hard time.

Her insults are so entertaining to me.

I hear real insults everyday in the locker room after football practice, so I'm used to it.

I guess that a smaller part of me is just happy that she's talking to me again.

"Hello?" She answered.

Her voice sounded raspy like she was on the verge of sleep or she was asleep.

"Guess who?" I goaded as a teasing grin broke out on my face.

I can sense her dramatically rolling her eyes.

"Damn! I don't remember you being so annoying," she groaned.

"It's called being persistent," I corrected.

"I'm going to kill Marcus," she mumbled almost incoherently, then she sighed exhaustedly, "What do you want Jeremy?"

"Some tutoring of course."

"Well, I would like for you to stop bothering me, but I guess we can't all get what we want," she spoke into the receiver.

I can't help it, I smiled.

"Well, I always get what I want," I replied confidently and it's the truth.

This is my first time having to beg for something like this.

I'm handsome, athletic and intelligent, with those qualities women will do anything for you and I do mean anything.

"Not this time," she replied just as confidently.

I sighed thoughtfully, "If this is about you still wanting to find your own identity, our encounters will be strictly professional, I mean that."

"That's not why. It's not about you, I just don't think I can take that on right now." Her voice sounds sincere.

But I don't really know her anymore do I?

I raised a brow, "You sure about that?"

"I'm sure," she answered bluntly, suggesting no further discussion.

I tried to think of something, anything to make her agree to this.

Then suddenly, something Marcus said clicked.

It's my last resort and I hope it works or else I'm done.