Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES

six

Matti Williams

Waking up before the ass crack of dawn for lifting was horrible but what was even worse was going to class directly after. Who wants to take a stupid fucking art class anyway? Not me. I mean let's face it, I'm a 6'5, 230 lbs quarterback that wants to make it to the NFL, I don't even have a major in college, college means absolutely nothing for me besides football. I can't have absolutely any distractions so you're very fucking crazy if you think I'll be making a pottery bowl at midnight the night before the Cotton Bowl.

Walking into the building hall that holds all the lectures it was super easy to find the class considering nobody else was holding a damn eight in the morning class on a Monday. The class was the first door on the right, number 323. The class was huge, but when I walked in I was pleasantly surprised.

The tiny brunette was sitting in the front row in the corner grabbing what appeared to be her class materials, she hadn't noticed me yet. "Matti! My boy! Up here!" My head snapped up to see Pete, one of my linebackers, yelling at me to come to grab a seat near him. I nodded back to him and stole one last glance at Naomi.

She looks cute today.

"Good Morning!" Dr. Metz spoke while I started making my way up the stairs to Pete. She continues to ramble on about endless shit. Blah, blah, blah. I just want to get this shit over with. Junior year of college. It's my second to last year playing football. I don't care about a damn painting canvas. "Coach, was a dick this morning wasn't he?" Pete spoke.

I nodded in agreement. "Everyone needs to watch going offside. I'm sick of running because someone is moving in formation." He laughed.

"Shhh!" A girl with black hair said from behind us. Pete turned around and looked at her, "Shhh another person up to their ass. Do you even know who you just shushed? This is Matti effing Williams. He's going into the NFL. Don't do it again, Karen." I started laughing my ass off as her eyes widened and she looked back down at her paper.

"Pete. Oh my god. That was overkill dude." I said. "I'm so sorry about him, ignore him" I apologized to the girl. He just shrugged, "I don't let people sack you on the field, why would I let them talk smack on you during class." I just shook my head in response.

"I'm going to randomly select numbers for people, if matching numbers, that means it was meant to be and you have now met your new art class partner for the rest of the semester! Now just remember, partnership in college means that both of you reflect the grade you receive. It is teamwork that allows you to succeed." Dr. Metz said.

Thank god. Hopefully, I get paired up with a hot freshman that will be so excited to just be my partner that she just does all of the work. And maybe I'll put her to work too, we may never know.

"Joe Mcallister and Sammy Block."

"Ashely Dubwright and Lily Wok."

"Kimmy Johnson and Peter Boatwright."

"Matti Williams and Naomi Black."

I groaned.

I could not catch a break. Why her? She's going to make me do all of the work. At least she's pretty to look at. Maybe she'd let me bone if I sweet-talked her enough.

"Okay, guys! Class dismissed! Make sure to grab your syllabus and find your partner! Have a good day and I can't wait to see you for the class!" Dr. Metz dismissed us.

I looked down towards the bottom of the stairs where Naomi sat, she was packing up her bag. "I'll catch you later Pete!" I said to him as I grabbed my book bag and walked down the steps towards her.

"Why hello Miss. Naomi. A beautiful morning isn't it?" I looked down at her as I continued walking past. She looked very pissed off. Grabbing a syllabus, I walked out of the classroom, down the hall, and out the door. I was ready for a nap until I had my next class.

"Hey waterboy!" My head turned to look behind me, what I saw was laughable.

"Naomi darling, if you just wanted to come with me all you had to do was ask, short stack!" I smirked at her. "That's not what I wanted nor will I ever want from you. What I do want is a partner that wants to succeed in this class as much as I do. I can't afford to fail this class, it's my last class before my clinical rotations. I need to pass this."

Oh, so she was going to be a nurse? She would look so fuckable in scrubs. I mean she would look fuckable in anything. I smirked.

"Hello? Are you even listening?" She spoke agitatedly. I nodded, "Yes princess, I'm listening. I have a championship to win, so it looks like you'll be making the pottery bowls by yourself. If you need a wet rag, I can get you a few from the actual water boy. Other than that, see you in class?" I nodded and smiled as her eyebrows raised and she crossed her arms.

"You can't do this!" She pouted.

"I can do anything I want, baby. I'm Matti Williams." I smirked and slowly turned around and walked away.