The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(12)

“Josh,” said Dean Miller, pointing at him.

“Do you recommend study groups?”



Professor Dudley stroked his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully.

“I think it depends,” he finally said. “Study groups can be a real advantage when everyone is of the same mindset and is focused on the group doing their best. But since we grade on a curve, sometimes study groups become very competitive, both within the group as well as toward other groups. Choose your study partners wisely.”



“Let’s take one more. How about you, Andrea?”



“Who’s the most difficult professor in the school?” The students laughed.

“Oh, come on.” Professor Eliot smiled. “You were all thinking it.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “I can honestly say that it depends. Since we all grade on the same curve here at Darrow, it probably isn’t something that you need to worry about too much. Usually law students have varying views about the subject, since some people do much better in a small group, while others prefer classes where all of the 1L’s are together. It really comes down to you, and your studying style. Do you work better alone, or do you need the constant attention of the professor to improve? Are you unafraid to go to office hours and ask questions, or would you prefer your ignorance to come through on your final exam? Remember, in almost every class, you get one chance for a grade, and that’s your final exam. You need to do everything in your power to make sure that you’re ready, prepared and awake on that day. Because in life, there are usually no second chances. And at Darrow, there never are.”



Dean Miller smiled. “That’s it for now. On your way out, please get your class schedule and check to see if you need to head back to your dorm. All of you will be heading to the bookstore with your dorm group this afternoon or evening. If you aren’t due to go soon, you have a short break. Use it wisely. Good luck and we’ll see you tomorrow.”



The professors stood to polite applause and left the room. The dean followed them. Kelsey put on her jacket and headed to the door. She stood in the line as students got their schedules from a girl with a curly ponytail who stood just inside the door.

“Name?” she asked, when Kelsey got to her.

“Kelsey North.”



“Here you go,” the girl said brightly, giving Kelsey her schedule. Kelsey looked at it and walked away as the girl asked the boy behind her his name.

Civil Procedure with Professor Dudley, Torts with Professor Wadsworth and Property Law with Professor Weber. Well, at least she had seen two of her professors today. And she wouldn’t be taking Professor Eliot’s Contracts course. At least not now.

Kelsey walked out of the building, and saw that her dorm floor was scheduled to go to the bookstore at 3:30. Just enough time to grab her wallet and give a quick brush to her hair. She wondered if Jessica was back.

She was. Jessica was putting on lipstick as Kelsey walked in.

“Tonight, I’m getting a fleece. Seriously, I was so hot in that room. No wonder no one wears coats here.”



“Fleeces are more versatile,” Kelsey agreed, picking up her hairbrush.

“Can I buy one on Madison?” Jessica asked.

“I think so. You can borrow one of mine.”



“It’s ok. I wonder if the bookstore sells them.”



“Probably,” Kelsey said. “Ready? We’re supposed to get downstairs at 3:25.”



“Let me get my wallet. I’m going to need it.”



“How much do you think it will cost? I read anywhere from four hundred to eight hundred dollars for books.”



“No way. We’re only taking three classes this semester,” Jessica said dismissively.

“I hope you’re right. I really don’t want to spend more than 250,” Kelsey replied.

“I’m confident,” Jessica said. They left the room and walked downstairs to the lobby of the entry. Several people were standing around, and a young woman with a Darrow t-shirt came up to them.

“Names?”



“Kelsey North and Jessica Hunter.”



“Room eight,” the woman said. “We’re only waiting for the boys from room five. Then we can go.”



“I’m here, we can go!” a loud voice boomed. Kelsey looked around. The boy from last night named Matthew strode into the room. Dylan walked into the front door as the young woman took Matthew’s name. He walked over to Kelsey.

“My roommate. Pray for me,” he said to her.

“You’re rooming with that idiot?” Jessica said. “I’ll pray for you too.”



“What I want to know is how all of his friends ended up on the same floor. There’s five of them.”



“There’s five? We’ve had the non-pleasure of meeting two of them last night,” Kelsey said.

“Let’s go,” the young woman said, waving the clipboard. She left as the students followed behind her. The group of students walked across the quad on the damp pavement.

“Who do you have?” Kelsey asked Jessica and Dylan. They all looked at their schedules as they walked along.