“Dude, I swear, if the temperature gets any higher, I'm gonna melt.”
We’re sitting with our backs to the net of the tennis court, waiting for the last few minutes before our practice begins. One of the professors we were supposed to have in the next period was absent due to a stomach infection, so we had two long hours without doing anything, which would be great if the f*****g weather didn't ruin the whole thing.
“I'm going to ask the swim team for permission to use the pool for the rest of the day,” Nate grunts, pulling out a notebook from his backpack to fan himself.
“Do you take it as an excuse so you can see some asses for free?” I mock and he rolls his eyes.
“Don't I see enough of that in the locker room?”
“Hey, but maybe you don't like them big or stocky, but thin and flexible,
