Disputes never lead to good! If I’d known that, applying all my knowledge to ensure that I—a theoretical physicist—would get the ESA cup (Elite Sports Academy), I’d secure not only the attention of a bad boy basketball player, but also admission to ESA—I wouldn’t have bothered sticking my nose out of my beloved university.
Now I have to fight for my dream, for my return to my native alma mater, and to stand up to Yary. Will I make it? And what about my heart?
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“Let me go!” I struggled with all my might.
“You took our cup, I took you,” the guy rasped and firmly gripped my thigh.
“What?!”
“Not following rules? Great! Your tricks put you at fault,” Yary said. “My finger slid under my sweater sleeve and stroked my skin, getting revenge on yesterday.”
“The one who steals the ESA cup gets enrolled without exams. Congratulations on your admission, Soboleva!”