BRAYDON'S POV
“Now that midterms are over, I can finally feel like a student again,” Luke says.
The locker room erupts with laughter. Martin nearly drops his towel and punches him in the arm.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Justin asks, still grinning. His suspension’s finally over, and it feels good having him back.
Luke shrugs. “What? Was I the only one dying? I was buried in books, man. My GPA’s hanging by a 2.6 thread so I’ve been studying like I’m on academic life support.”
“So you didn’t feel like a student while you were studying?” Justin presses. “Make it make sense, bro.”
“I actually felt like a criminal,” Luke says with a deadpan face. “Like I was trying to dodge a jail sentence or something. Every time I opened my textbook, I could hear a judge saying, read or rot.”
