Two of a Kind Read online Ella Goode (FU High #3)

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: FU High Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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“You have the name of a douchebag,” she declares.

This is going really well. “I don’t know how they run things in your household, but I didn’t get to pick my name.”

Her pretty lips press together. I wonder how hard she’d slap me if I told her she looked cute doing that. Probably harder than the jock from this morning. Melody looks like she would not hesitate to take someone down. The corners of my mouth twitch upward. I’d definitely volunteer to be her first victim.

“What are you smiling about?” she demands.

“You don’t want to know,” I reply.

Chapter 4

Melody

He’s probably right. I don’t want to know what’s going on in that head of his. He almost looks like a typical jock. He has the build of one but he doesn't hold that pretty boy appeal that Owen and Carter have. He’s more rough around the edges. There is even a small faded mark on his chin, making me think he got into a fight. He probably got it from running into a door. Yeah, I’m not sure how he’s going to help me with Advanced Trigonometry. I hate math almost as much as I hate my father. That’s saying a lot because we all know how I feel about that man. It just never came easy for me. I initially thought anatomy and physiology were hard but trigonometry quickly rose to the top of that list. I’ve come to realize that math and science are so not my thing.

“Stop staring at me.” I rub my hand down my face. I really do need help with this class. I’ll wait for Ms. Cruz to get off the phone so she can find me another tutor. One that can actually help me. I don’t want to ask Ally for help because of course she’d say yes and she has her hands full as it is. No matter how hard I try in class, it doesn't seem like I’m making any headway. It’s all very overwhelming. Maybe some of us just aren't built to think this hard. It’s one of the reasons I love art. There are no equations or calculations, just my hand, some paint and a brush. I sigh internally, knowing that I need to use every tool that’s given to me in order to pass trig. I’m guessing that Brad is my best option at this point.

“Then give me your trig homework to stare at.” I drop my hand from my eyes looking at him. His hoodie has dropped back from his head. Now I see another scar that sits below his right eye. It’s small and white. I’m betting that it’s over a year old. I wonder how he got that one.

“Fine, hot shot.” I reach into my bag, pulling out the three pages of equations I have to get done by tomorrow, handing it to him.

“Got a pencil?” I reach into my bag, absently grabbing one. It’s not until after I hand it to him that I realize it’s one of my sketching pencils that’s a deep plum purple. He doesn't mind as he starts doing the equations one after another. He doesn't look as though he even has to think about them. Instead, his pencil flies over the paper and in no time at all he’s done. I snatch the papers from him because I can’t comprehend how he could have done them so fast. I grab the answer key they always give us, readying myself to check his work. This trig stuff is more about showing your work than only giving an answer, so they always give an answer key with homework to make sure we worked the problem until we actually solved it. One after another, his answers prove to be right. I’m not sure why it annoys me, but it does.

“I thought you hated trigonometry?”

“I hate all classes.” He shrugs.

“Except GT lounge?” Ms. Cruz says, standing in front of us now. She doesn't wait for an answer. “The point isn't to do her homework, Brad.” She taps my papers. I kind of agree with her. I have to learn how to do this crap if I’ll be taking hard classes in college. “No changing her grade online either.” Now she points her finger at him. Again, he gives one of those shrugs.

“You can do that?” I ask because I’m a little in shock that Ms. Cruz called him out on it. His crystal blue eyes look over at me but he doesn’t give me an answer. I get lost in those eyes for a second, the color reminding me of a beautiful ocean with the sun hitting it. It’s not just one blue. This is why I suck at trig; I get distracted too easily. There’s something about him that pulls me to him. Maybe it’s the whole mystery thing that he has going on. I can’t figure him out. Built like a jock but isn’t one.



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