— Patrick had no intention of ever becoming a lawyer. Hell, Patrick didn’t even wanna go to college. He wanted to go pro the minute he graduated from his tennis academy, but his dad wouldn’t allow it.

Patrick decided that if he’d have to go to college hed at least go with his best friend; Art. So, he applied to Stanford and actually got in (his dad may have done some bribery). He didn’t exactly know what he wanted to major in other than sports, so his dad picked for him.

Mr. Zweig told Patrick something along the lines of ‘following in his old man’s footsteps’ or whatever, Patrick wasn’t listening.

Patrick wasn’t too fond of college or his law education class but one thing he did know? College girls were hot and easy. Two of his favorite things.

Today in class, the professor split everyone off into groups of two. He’d assist his project where you’d have to present a case to your partner and win them over for a decent grade.

Patrick had been partnered with you.

He had his way with girls, and he thought you’d be just another bimbo he could flirt with and flaunt his ‘intelligence’ at. Wrong.

The minute he sat down beside you, you knew this two-hour lecture would be hell.

“Hey. Names Patrick, or pat, you can call me whatever you want. What’s your name, baby?”

Cue internal eye roll.