Milo Skart had a terrible decision to make.
"Help me."
The pregnant teen girl stumbled into the lobby of the Atraville Hospital. Barefoot and tattered, she appeared ready to give birth.
"Help my baby."
However, the girl and her unborn child carrie...
Hock note: While Milo struggled with multi-dimensional calculus and Professor Aidan, Kwin struggled with Alec. After Kwin missed another goal, Coach forced Kwin to compete with Alec to retain her position. That wasn't enough for Alec. He wanted more...
"If I win, you have to spin with me for a week.
Alec grinned at Kwin. It was a big grin, a hungry grin, a grin that said, "I can beat you," or worse "I'm better than you." Either way, she didn't like that grin. She would give him indigestion.
Alec was one of those cyborg athletes with massive, augmented muscles. She told herself that she didn't like bulging biceps and she sure didn't like anyone who called her "babe". Besides, they were fake.
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"C'mon, babe," he said, distinctly enunciating each "b". He smirked big and wide after he said it. "Is it agreed? If I get a better grade than you today, then you have to spin with me for a full week. That means Sunday morning through Saturday night. Got it?"
"C'mon dude," She distinctly enunciated each 'd'. "Do you think we're in Kindergarten?"
"So it's agreed?" Although the smile melted from that cyborg face, his artificial eyes only grew hungrier.
She shook her head. "No way. I'm not spinning with you." She couldn't stand him for a minute, much less a full week. She didn't want him in the goalkeeper's box, she didn't want him on the team, and she sure didn't want to spin with him.
This had happened the week after Coach told Kwin she must compete with Alec as a goalkeeper. Unfortunately for her, he was in most of her classes too. At that moment, they made their way toward the middle of their business economics class. All of her pros took it for an easy grade. The team stuck together that way. They took most of their classes together: Jack, Nedda, Jules, and her good friend, Mischa. Except for Asher, because he thought he was smarter than everybody else.
When she chose a seat, Alec plopped in the seat behind her. He wanted to harass her throughout the entire class period. "Mind if I sit behind you?" he said. He couldn't sit beside her because Mischa grabbed that seat. The other side was taken by Jules.
"Yeah," she said, "I do mind. Sit somewhere else."
But he grinned and sat there anyway. He was a mighty big, augmented pain in her butt. She turned away from him and faced the front of the room. At least she didn't have to look at him. Mischa turned and glared at Alec. That's why Mischa was her good friend.
"What are you looking at, proton face?"
Kwin spun around and smacked him. He deserved it. Nobody spoke to Mischa like that.
That bionic pain smiled back at her as if the slap felt good. "I'm going to win and you're going to spin with me. You know you want to."
That made her mad. It wasn't true. He couldn't beat her in anything, not in soccer and not in the classroom. She didn't want to spin with him either.
