Interception

Chapter 3

"Marcus told me you wanted to cover a story about the football team for the paper." I said carefully, waiting for a reaction.

She sighed in disbelief, "Of course he did."

"Just hear me out." I took time to gather my words.

"How about I give you a close up interview with me only."

I waited patiently as I sensed some movement on her line, "Seriously?" She asked.

"As serious as a judge."

"You've never done an interview in your entire life. You like being the mysterious, football player no one knows about..." she rambled but I quickly stopped her from going on.

"Think about it. The ratings of the paper will spike if you're the first to ever interview the best player of the collegiate football season. Just give me some good ole tutoring in exchange for the interview."

She stayed on the end of her line for a while and I  tried to read into her abrupt silence.

"What's your answer?"

She exhaled thoughtfully, "I think we have a deal," she replied.

I lifted my head to the ceiling and mumbled a thank you to the big man upstairs.

"Let's meet at Marty's tomorrow so we can discuss an arrangement," I suggested.

"Okay."

"Meet me there at one. And goodnight Ri, cause I know mine will be."

"Whatever," she said, but I hear the smile in her voice before she hung up.

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While I waited on her I did my history paper, looking up every few minutes so I can see when she gets here.

This time when I looked up she's just walked through the door.

Tight, light colored jeans suck onto her hips and a cream sweater with our university's name plastered on the front in red, covers her top half.

Her natural hair is caught up to make a messy bun and her edges frame her makeup less face.

Marissa Virgo, is breathtaking.

She's tall, maybe about five eight, and she's thin.

She's what you would refer to as slim thick.

She has hips that aren't meant for a slim woman and a round ass that makes you look and think twice.

I know she's low key upset that she ended up having to tutor me.

Unfortunately for her, that's just the type of man I am. I never give up and she knows that.

The only thing I ever gave up on was our friendship and I regret it.

Maybe now is a chance for us to reconcile.

"Hey," I greeted her professionally.

She sat before me infiltrating my sense of smell with what seems to be coconut.

It's probably her hair.

After she returned my greeting, we got right into business.

I tried keeping up with the words tumbling from her glossy lips, "My shift at The Grill ends at seven thirty, it takes a while to get back near campus so I'd have to tutor you at eight. Does that work for you Mr. quarterback?"

"Yeah, that's reasonable."

"Eight sharp, no later, no earlier," she puts emphasis on her words.

"That sounds great," I kept agreeing.

I don't care what she's asking me to do, I just need to get my grades up.

"My turn. I'm only available on Mondays and Fridays so those are the days our sessions will take place."

Mondays we were at the weight room and Fridays coach had us watching game tapes so that means less hours training and more study time for me.

"I can work with that. I'm going to be real tired after work so this will only work out if you arrive early and promise to not waste my time."

"I won't," I agreed again.

"Good."

"As for the interview, we can do it whenever you're ready. I don't want you to think I'm going to pull out of it last minute," I said.

She bit her lip thoughtfully, "I'll let you know."

"Thank you," she said, then she looked over at me when I didn't say anything.

I couldn't say anything yet because I was stunned by her expression of gratitude.

"No, thank you. At least now I can see a season where I'm actually playing and not warming the bench," I grinned and her lips twisted into a reluctant smile.

She got up from the booth, "I'll see you Monday, eight pm sharp?"

"Eight pm sharp," I repeated and she nodded.

She picked up her purse from the table and walked away over to another table where she plopped in front of Kiara.

I could sense that they were talking about me because suddenly Kiara looked back and waved.

I waved and returned the smile before I went back to finishing my assignment.

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