“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I saw this thing on Facebook. You said you were going. Had the address.”

“Okay. Okay. What the fuck do you want?”

“I can help you stay in school?”

“What?”

Ricky took the upper hand with his last statement.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“I ran into your mom at the grocery store. She said you lost your scholarship. Your grades are shit.”

Fuck. Ricky explained my three biggest problems at the moment in three quick sentences. My GPA dipped below a 3.0 in my second semester of college and resulted in the school pausing my academic scholarship. I had no money to pay for another semester of school without my scholarship and my mom was a raging gossip.

I checked the door to make sure none of my new friends had come out and could hear our conversation. I didn’t want them to know my struggle. They didn’t even know that I was on scholarship.

“Well thanks for driving all the way up to Spokane to tell me all this, but what exactly are you going to do about it? You look like you’ve been up for a week tweaking?”