Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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“Stealing the paralyzed girl’s candy? That’s a new low.”

“Pfft. I guess now isn’t the time to mention that I also ate your Oreos, huh?”

I know it’s crazy, but this entire conversation is my favorite conversation I’ve had in I don’t know how long. It’s as if, finally, someone is treating me like I’m a normal person. Finally, someone isn’t trying to bend over backward for me.

“Dad says he misses you and loves you and plans to come visit Saturday after his morning shift.”

My happy balloon is instantly popped.

Ever since I was transferred to New York, my father has been spending all his time either working or visiting me. I hate it because I want some form of normal for him, too.

He’s always been a hard worker, but this is another level, and that’s all thanks to me and the financial debt my medical care has added to his life. I tried to tell him not to worry about it. I tried to remind him that I’m legally an adult and all the bills should be in my name, but he’s the best kind of guy and refused to hear anything I was trying to say.

Wren grabs a chair and moves it toward my bed, and she gives me no option as she grabs my foot and starts to paint my toes a pastel shade of pink. Normally, I’d give her shit, but now, my mind is doing its typical spiral of all the things that weigh heavily on my shoulders.

Medical bills. My dad working himself to the bone.

My scholarship.

My classes that I’m missing every single day.

My squad and the fact that my injury caused us to lose Nationals. And all the teammates who have reached out, trying to come visit, but I just make up excuses to keep them away.

My friends—Julia and Kayla—who are the sweetest, kindest, most amazing girls I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and for the past week, all I’ve done is avoid them.

Even Blake and Ace have tried to stop by.

And Finn, well…he texts me every day, all day long. Random shit. Links to songs on Spotify. Funny memes that made him laugh. I love yous.

He also hasn’t gone a single day without having a nurse come in and ask if I’m accepting visitors, but I always say no.

“Did you happen to see anyone out in the waiting room?” I ask Wren, my curiosity too damn piqued to deny.

“By anyone, I’m assuming you mean Finn,” she says and just barely glances up at me as she applies polish to the pinkie toe on my right foot. “And yes, he’s in the waiting room. Like he’s always in the waiting room. All he needs is a bed and a family portrait, and I think they’d officially declare it his new home now.”

“Get real. There’s no way he’s here all the time.”

Wren eyes me seriously. “Scottie, he’s here all the time. He never leaves.”

“But what about his classes?” I question, and she shrugs.

“All I know is that he’s here all the time. Sometimes, he is working on school shit, so I assume he’s found some way to stay on top of things.”

“I wish he wouldn’t do that,” I say, but my voice is so quiet that I don’t even know if Wren heard me.

“You might be trying to push him away, but it’s not working. I mean, he’s always here. Always. Not to mention, I just found out today about that GoFundMe he started for you. If all those things combined don’t scream love and devotion, I don’t know what does.”

“GoFundMe? What?”

“You didn’t know?”

She pauses painting my nails to pull her phone out of her jeans pocket. A few taps to the screen and she hands me her phone. And right there on the screen is an actual GoFundMe page for Scottie Bardeaux.

And when I see how much money he’s managed to raise for me, I drop Wren’s phone into my lap. “Is that real?”

“Girl, it’s real,” Wren says. “When I showed Dad this morning, he burst into tears. I can’t even begin to tell you how stressed he’s been about keeping your medical care going, even though he doesn’t have the funds to pay for it all. Last week, he spent hours on the phone trying to get payment plans in order. And now, because of Finn, all of that’s been solved.”

Big, fat, salty tears stream over my lips, and I pick Wren’s phone back up to look at the list of people who have donated money and left kind words of support.

The Kelly Family—Thatch, Cassie, Ace, and Gunnar.

The Brooks Family—Kline, Georgia, Julia, and Evie.

All of Finn’s newest brothers and sister—Remy, Flynn, Ty, Jude, and Winnie and their families.

Wendy Winslow and Howard.

Finn’s mom and his siblings.

Coach Jordan.

Literally every single one of my teammates.

A bunch of my professors.


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