A Long, Hard Ride
The nerdy (but hung) friend gets the jock's girl
My damn car wouldn’t start. I’d stopped for a Coke on the way out of town, and now I was screwed. I was a first-year frat pledge, a mere sophomore, and I absolutely had to make it to Norman for the Midwest Regional Track and Field Championship, the last big event for our university before the Nationals next week and then summer break, and now this. Before you get the wrong idea, I’m no athlete; no, I was working one of th...