Game On

"You're an asshole." Georgia stated, her head held high as she thought she had actually won this little argument.

"But you'll still tutor me right?" Wes asked mockingly, tipping his head toward Georgia, a cigarette hanging from his lips. How could he be the football star at our college, but smoke cigarettes?

"Those things kills you, by the way." Georgia pointed out to the almost out cigarette. I raised my brows, a knowing smile spreading across Wes's face.