Part of me was surprised that Jack didn't continue following me earlier, but I was glad he didn't. He seems nice, but the conversation we had only affirmed what I'd previously thought about him having everything handed to him.

Calc III is a junior level course so I'm not surprised he assumed I wasn't a freshman. This is what I get for taking college classes in high school. Silly me for thinking that by doing that I'd get to go to TCU.

But seriously? He doesn't remember everyone he's hooked up with?

If that doesn't tell me that I was right to not give him my number at the bar while I was pretending to be Alex, I don't know what else would.

I walk straight into Margot's room to see the room pitch black thanks to her blackout curtains. I flip the lights on and she groans, pulling the pillow over her head. "I told you last night I was coming over so you would know not to take a nap."

I don't think I've ever met someone who loves napping as much as Margot does.

"Al I had an eight a.m. and I got three hours of sleep last night. Can't you come back later," She whines and I hop onto the bed next to her.

"Nope. You promised we could hangout today. Maybe if you didn't stay up all night FaceTiming your boyfriend, you would sleep while everyone else does!"

Margot lifts the pillow off her face and shoves it at me as I laugh. "I felt bad because he works the night shift at the gym. I like to keep him company."

"He'll survive. You, however, won't if you continue staying up all night." I reply as she brushes her dark hair out of her face. She has dark bags underneath her tanned skin. Margot's from St Paul too and grew up with Pritchett and I, but her parents are immigrants from Mexico. I've always been jealous of her complexion and the fact that she was raised bilingual.

I took six years of Spanish and can barely piece together a sentence other than my name is Alondra.

"Al I just want to sleep," Margot whines and I shake my head.

"You should have told Hudson that last night."

Margot yawns and stretches, "Whatever. How's Jack?"

"Annoying. Wait..." I pause to look at her curiously, "How do you know about Jack?"

"Pritchett can't keep her mouth shut."

Figures. She really is terrible about gossiping. "When did she tell you?"

"Yesterday in Comp I."

"At least she held it in for the weekend," I say, almost surprised she kept it in that long.

Margot grins at me, "I think it was killing her. She was almost bursting at the seams when she bolted to her seat to tell me that you kissed one of your dad's players."

"Jack thinks he's going to get in trouble with my dad if he finds out. I'm certainly not going to tell him. Do I look like I want to be buried alive?" I ask Margot who giggles in response.

"God Mr. B would kill you if he found out. You're just too hot for your own good, but so is Jack."

I roll my eyes, "Tell me about it. There's nothing more unattractive than a guy who knows he's hot."

"So why did you kiss him then?"

"Because Pritchett wasn't going to let me leave the bar until I did something outside my comfort zone." I reply, trying to ignore the butterflies that flutter in my stomach at the thought of kissing Jack. If only he didn't play hockey, I might have considered giving him a chance. But it's for the best that I didn't give him my number. I flop backwards on the bed as Margot pulls a sweatshirt on.

"Sure, just blame her because you wanted to kiss a hot guy. How cold is it outside?" She asks, scrunching her nose up as she tries to decide between shorts and sweatpants.

"Go with the shorts. For the record, I'm not blaming her for me kissing a hot guy." I sigh, recalling our conversation a few hours ago. "Margot he is just so frustrating. I say one thing and he just ignores it and does what he wants anyways. And then he acts like I'm the one who did something wrong because my dad is his coach! How was I supposed to know who he was?"

Margot giggles and I prop myself up onto my elbows. "What about that was funny?" I ask because now I'm confused.

She tries to smother her laughter, "Didn't you let him think your name was Alex?"

"So?"

"Well first of all, you should have recognized him right away because it's Jack Schultz. You can deny it all you want, but I know you still keep tabs on all the top recruits. You're still your father's daughter. Second of all, you lied about your name so can you really blame him?"

Margot has a point; I do keep up with recruits, but I didn't piece together that Jack was well Jack. I look at the stats, not the pictures. I also did lie about my name. Fuck.

I shake my head, "Nope. I blame Eli. If he wasn't such a dickwad, maybe Pritchett and I would have stayed home instead of going to Twin City. Did she tell you they got back together?"

She gasps and jumps on the bed again, "No! You're kidding. Tell me everything."

*********

My headphones are at full blast playing old pop music as I bounce my foot to the beat to block out the sound of the show Pritchett is watching. We take turns with who has to wear headphones and who gets the speaker. It's a pretty great system. I have homework spread out on my twin sized bed from my classes today since I didn't get it done this afternoon because I was with Margot. Pritchett is in her bed doing hers also.

Pretty boring for a Tuesday night, but if I get it done today, that means I can go out this weekend when I want to. Or Wednesday night for margaritas at the only Mexican restaurant in town that doesn't bother checking id's. My fake ID is pretty much foolproof, but it's still a little stressful to use. Usually people flock there on Tuesday's, but we prefer Wednesday's because it's less busy. Leave it to Pritchett and I to find that out in the first few weeks of being here.

My dad would be so proud.

An old Taylor Swift song comes on and I start to sing out loud, using the pen in my hand as a microphone. I push my homework aside as Pritchett shakes her head at me. I smile widely at her and then she points to the door.

She shakes her head again insistently, pointing again and I pull one of my headphones out. "What?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"There's someone at the door. Can you get it?"

I look over to see that it's unlocked and it's probably Kelsey from down the hall. I have one of her shirts since she accidentally left it in the dryer that I used right after her.

"Door's open!" I call out loud enough for the person on the other side to hear before putting my headphone back in. I hop off the bed to go where I hung Lily's shirt up in my closet, continuing to sing and bob my head.

Except when I turn back around, Jack is standing there with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He's wearing a purple sweatshirt with the school's mascot, a viking, on the front of it.

Why is Jack in our room? How did he even find out what room we live in?

I yank my headphones out quickly, "What are you doing here?"

"Well you said door's open, implying that it was okay for me to come in." He says, setting his bag on the floor next to my bed, implying that he's staying.

Pritchett looks at me bewildered and I have no words. I don't have a clue of what's going on. "No, I mean what are you doing here? In my room?"

"It's Tuesday, pretty sure we have a tutoring session," Jack says slowly.

My jaw hangs open because I thought we covered this earlier after class. "There is no tutoring Jack. I literally only said that to save my ass with my dad. You don't need tutoring, you're fine."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Darling, I'm not fine-"

I brush past him, cutting Jack off to resume my previous position on my bed. "If this is about my rating on our kiss, it was better than a three."

"Forget it, this was a bad idea," He says after a moment. "I didn't come here to make out with you, I actually do need help with a class but I'll find someone else."

Pritchett shoots me a look after he turns to leave.

"I'm sorry. I was just surprised to see you in my room." I blurt out, trying to wrap my head around how weird this all is. "You don't have to go."

He looks at me skeptically, trying to gauge if I'm being serious or not. I move my homework to one side and motion to the end of my bed to prove that I am in fact being serious. Jack slips his shoes off and tentatively sits down, leaning against the wall, his blue eyes never leaving mine.

"Hey Jack," Pritchett says, offering him a smile, trying to smooth the awkwardness.

Thankfully his smile returns, "What's up Pritchett?"

"Oh just enjoying watching Alondra try to be nice. She's not very good at it." She teases and the sound of his laughter fills the tiny room.

My cheeks flame red, "I can be nice."

Pritchett sticks her tongue out at me in response before reaching into her backpack to pull out her headphones. "Sure. While you figure out how to be nice to him, I'm going to go back to watching my show before Eli calls. Jack you might want to think twice before asking her to tutor you. She helped me in high school to study for a final and I almost chose failing over Al's help."

"But did you pass?" He asks, pulling his computer out of his backpack.

"She got the high score." I answer for Pritchett who smirks at me. I am a great tutor which is why it was believable when I told my dad that. "So you need help with calc?"

The tips of his ears grow red and his cheeks are tinted pink, "Not calculus; microeconomics. I um...I kinda have dyslexia and I do my best to keep up, but I'm having a hard time making sense of it. I kinda failed it last year so I'm retaking it this semester. I don't know if you've taken it or not, but you seem smart so I thought I'd see if you could help."

"Lucky for you, I took it last year in high school." I say, feeling bad about telling him that he didn't need tutoring. "I'll tutor you, but no funny business outside of it, okay? Just tutoring."

Jack smiles, "Not even friends?"

"Nope."

He opens his textbook, "We'll see about that, darling. I think you want to be my friend, you just don't think you can handle it."

"You think I can't handle it? Please Jack, give me some credit." I snort, pulling up my old notes I scanned into the hard drive on my computer after I graduated. Pritchett made fun of me for doing that, but jokes on her, it's serving me well now. Not me exactly, but it should help Jack.

"Then why don't you want to be friends?"

I raise an eyebrow, "Do you have any friends that are girls?"

"Does my best friend's girlfriend count?" He asks with a cheeky smile, highlighting a set of dimples.

"No. It doesn't count Jack."

He shrugs, "I think it counts, but it's cool if you don't want to be friends now. I'll wear you down at some point."

I bite back a smile because he seems awfully confident that he'll be able to do that. Jack doesn't know that I'm just as hardheaded as my dad. Tutoring him is a stretch for me, but it sounds like he really does need the hell. Jack also isn't aware of my rule involving anything to do with hockey players—which Pritchett knows all too well. She looks up at us sitting on the bed together with a faint smile and I'm almost certain she paused her show to listen to our conversation.

Guess all I need to do to find out is ask Margot about it.

For the record, Jack and I are not friends.