Baylor Hudson listened as Mrs. Hawkstone, Luna High’s science teacher, explained Antonio Larza was in need of help. Baylor loved to tutor but hated jocks. In his experience jocks and gays didn’t mix well. And Antonio was the worst of the lot—which was to say the best jock in school. To make matters worse, the three-letter senior was drop-dead handsome. Baylor distrusted handsome boys. They always thought they were something special.
Noting his reluctance, Mrs. Hawkstone reminded Baylor the Luna Lobo football team was on the brink of winning conference. The other end of that, of course, was that their key pass receiver—Antonio—was on the brink of academic ineligibility. She seemed to think that was reason enough for Baylor to pitch right in and volunteer his services. He wasn’t so sure.
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