Chapter 44 Professor Asshole

“Something wrong?” said a familiar voice before an arm was slung around Wendy’s shoulders.

Wendy glanced at Christine, but kept walking. Their next class was going to start in ten minutes and it was one she couldn’t be late for. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit. Spill.” Her friend’s dark brown eyes were fixed on her curiously.

Wendy shrugged. “I’m broke. And on top of that, they’re going to terminate my scholarship if I don’t improve my grades in three classes.”

Christine frowned. “I thought you already talked to Bates and Summers and explained your situation.”

Sighing, Wendy raked a hand through her hair. “Yeah. But there’s also Fluid Mechanics.”

Christine grimaced. “Montreal.”

“Yep,” Wendy said miserably.