The breath released through his lips caused those shoulders to raise and fall. This had to be some bad dream. Peering back down at the piece of paper in his hand , he shook his head and crooked his head upwards , staring at the mundane ceiling. The drawing class, pottery class , even the Japanese language course were all failure from his doing. The absences stacked up causing him to fail each course. This was his last chance , his advisor and coach warned him. He needed this class to keep his scholarship and the regret overwhelmed him, wishing he didn’t play the ditch game so much.
Again , he looked down at the piece of paper to make sure it was a mistake...it wasn't.
Drama - Play and Performance.
He shook his head and placed the piece of paper in his back pocket , being assigned to a “partner/tutor” to pass this class. The advisor had it in for him knowing that most athletes were privileged and the punishment finally caught up to him. Another deep breath and he entered the room waiting for a dorky , skinny , plaid wearing hipst.....
She was gorgeous-and he was half an hour late. “ Delaney ?”