Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

“Suck it up and call the tutor. Get both these grades above seventy by Friday, and above eighty by Boston.” “I can do that.” “Yes, you can. Use the damn girl, that’s why she’s there. Take up every fucking minute she’s got if you have to. That’s what she’s paid for.” “What if she doesn’t have the time?” “You’re my top athlete, she’s the school’s top tutor.” “What kind of qualifications does such a title entail?” I joke. Coach chuckles. “She has a premier passing rate and is the most requested, smart-ass. The girls had a continuous waiting list a mile long. It took a lot to get her over here, but she’s exclusive to athletes now. Her job is making sure they get and stay where they need to be.” “Sounds good, Coach.” I nod. “Listen, every session she has with you, she makes three times what she does with any other student.” He pins me with a pointed expression. “Don’t ever tell her you’re aware of this but know it’s something she can’t refuse.”