Sequel to Organic ChemistryChemistry: Book Two
When his college biochemistry class turns out to be much more difficult than star quarterback Freddie Samuelson imagined, his lab partner, Kurt Maxwell, agrees to help. They’re very different: a rich kid athlete and a hardworking openly gay scholarship student. But Kurt slips past Freddie’s defenses, and little by little—despite Freddie ignoring his own sexuality in the past—Freddie realizes he wants to get to know Kurt, especially when Kurt helps him through more challenges than their science class. But it isn’t long before rumors begin to fly, and the obstacles Freddie will face may block him from both the future he planned on and the future he didn’t know he wanted.
“ISN’T it a little early to be leaving for class?” Peter said, yawning as he padded through the dorm room wearing nothing but a towel on his skinny hips.
Peter looked a bit like a bean pole in a skirt, but Kurt didn’t say anything like that. He’d only met Peter a few days earlier, when they’d moved in to the junior dorm. Kurt had managed a transfer to Dickinson College in Carlisle, PA, from Shippensburg after the end of his sophomore year, and he was both excited and terrified by his new school. Academically, Dickinson was a definite step up for him, and Kurt hoped he had what it took to make the cut. He’d never failed before, though, and he didn’t intend to begin now.
“I need to find my way around, so I thought I’d wander before class.” Kurt packed his books and laptop in his new Swiss Gear backpack, a gift from his dad, and got ready to leave.
“I forget you’re new here,” Peter said as he stood in the corner facing the wall and began to dress. Kurt looked away to give Peter some privacy, but he could still see his skinny white butt in the mirror that hung behind the door. “Head north through the quad and keep going. When you cross the street, you can’t miss the science building. Just look for the iridescent blue and purple tiles on the building.” Peter pulled on a pair of jeans and then rummaged for a shirt. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Peter had told him that he and his roommate from the year before had planned to room together this year too, but Peter’s former roommate had had to transfer away because his family could no longer afford the tuition. Kurt’s situation was just the opposite. He’d originally been accepted to Dickinson as a freshman, but his folks hadn’t been able to afford it and he hadn’t thought the student-loan debt was worth it. He’d instead gone to Shippensburg, worked really hard, and gotten top grades. He’d then applied as a junior, and not only had he gotten in, but he’d been awarded a scholarship on top of some financial aid. But his scholarship came with GPA strings attached, though he intended to blow past every single one of them. He and Peter seemed to get along okay so far. Kurt had been nervous initially, afraid he’d get some fundamental ’phobe for a roommate. He’d been lucky. He’d already met some of Peter’s friends, two of whom were gay, so his own coming out had been cool and no big deal.
“Text me when you’re done with class, and we can meet up for lunch,” Peter said.
“Cool, I’ll do that,” Kurt said and then pulled open the door and left the room. He hurried down the stairs, pushed the outside door open, and stepped into the early fall sunshine. He smiled as he walked across the campus, passing groups of students hurrying to class or gathering in groups and sitting in the big red Adirondack chairs spread throughout the campus lawns.
Two guys in football jerseys walking side by side approached from the opposite direction. Kurt moved to one side of the walk and continued on. As they approached, they seemed oblivious to him, and the one closest to Kurt bumped him with his shoulder as he passed. Kurt’s feet nearly went out from under him in the dewy grass. He managed to stop himself, but not before he twisted his ankle slightly.
“Watch where you’re walking, Short Stuff,” the guy called back. He then turned to his friend, and they laughed as they continued on.
“Are you okay?” a girl asked as she hurried up to him. “I saw the whole thing and I’ll be a witness if you need one,” she added seriously. “I’m Cathy. Prelaw.”
“I guessed that. The prelaw part, not the Cathy. And I’m all right, thanks.” His ankle hurt a little, but he’d be fine. His mother had sent him with a first-aid kit that would have every doctor’s office in four counties green with envy. She was a hypochondriac and liked to project her tendencies onto her only child. “Thank you.” He made sure he still had all his stuff.
“Where are you headed?” Cathy asked with a huge smile.
“I have a biochemistry class in the science building. This is my first term here, so I’m still learning my way around.” He brushed off his pants. “Where are you going?”
“Calculus class,” she answered and pointed to one of the older buildings. “I’ll see you around,” she said with a smile and then headed off, and Kurt made his way, definitely a bit more slowly, toward the science building. He found it easily enough and climbed the stairs to the room indicated on his schedule. He’d been expecting a lecture hall, but his room turned out to be a normal-sized classroom with rows of long, curving tables and chairs. He took a seat and began pulling out his things for class.
Other students began to arrive, and the room filled quickly. Of course, he didn’t know anyone, but he smiled at the girl who sat on one side of him. She smiled back and began getting ready for class. The students quieted when the door opened at the front of the room and a teaching assistant approached the podium.
“Good morning. I’m Professor Brendon Marcus.” Kurt looked around to see if this was a joke, but the other students didn’t react. “This is Introduction to Biochemistry, and we’re going to be exploring the chemistry of life.” He passed a stack of papers to one of the girls in the first row. “The syllabus is coming around. It includes the reading lists as well as required experiments, field work, and term-paper requirements.” The professor turned toward Kurt as he talked, and Kurt’s heart missed a beat. He was adorably beautiful, with incredible blue eyes. Kurt looked away and admonished himself.
The syllabus had just reached him when the back door opened and someone came in. The guy came down the row and took the seat next to Kurt, so Kurt grabbed an extra copy of the syllabus and handed it to him. It was the guy who’d knocked him off the sidewalk.
“Hey, Short Stuff,” the huge guy whispered as he took the stapled pages. Kurt looked around exaggeratedly. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Kurt said, turning toward the football player. “Just making sure this isn’t Planet of the Apes.” Then he turned and faced forward with a slight smile as the professor continued with his introduction and then went into his first lecture.
Kurt took notes and did his best to ignore the guy next to him. As soon as class was over, Kurt gathered his things and made for the exit well ahead of the lumbering ape with no manners. He zipped down the hall to the lab. There were two lab periods for the class, and the one directly after class fit his schedule. He got out his workbook and a notebook. Then he pulled his lab coat out of his bag and put it on.
Dr. Marcus came in a few minutes later. “Many professors have assistants who conduct their labs. I don’t.” The door opened at the back of the room. “It’s good of you to join us, Mr. Samuelson,” the professor said. “Now let’s get started.” Kurt turned and groaned inwardly as the ape stood at the station next to his. “Pair off into teams quickly.” No one moved, and Kurt groaned.
“Looks like it’s you and me, Short Stuff,” the ape said with a smile that Kurt wanted to smack off his face.
“Fine,” Kurt said and turned away to pay attention to the professor. He couldn’t do anything about his lab partner, but he’d make sure his work was correct and complete no matter what.
The lab was almost a disaster not once, but three times. They had to work together, but Ape Boy seemed more interested in everything around him than the lab work, and when Kurt needed an extra set of hands, Ape Boy almost poured the solution in too quickly. Only Kurt turning the stopper in the nick of time prevented them from having to start all over. By the end of the period, Kurt had his results and had taken all the notes he needed for the write-up. He cleaned up their station. “You didn’t take any notes,” Kurt said to his partner. “How will you be able to do your write-up?”
“I’ll use your notes, Short Stuff.”
“I don’t think so, Ape Boy,” Kurt said. He finished putting the last of his papers in his bag and headed out of the room. If he was lucky, maybe the guy would drop the class. Kurt would be better off doing everything alone. The bell rang, and Kurt hurried to his next class. It had to be better than the one he’d just left.
After two more classes, he texted Peter and got a response to meet him in the student union. Kurt walked over slowly. His ankle had started to ache a little by the time he arrived at the union dining hall. He found Peter and sat down to check his ankle. It didn’t appear swollen, and he figured after lunch he could probably go back to the room to wrap it before his next class.
“What happened?” Jamie, Peter’s cute blond friend, asked and then turned when his boyfriend Luka sat down next to him. They scooched close to one another, and then Jamie looked across the table. “You were limping.”
“Some ape guy refused to move over on the walk, and I ended up on the wet grass and twisted my ankle a little. It’s no big deal.” Kurt set his bag near his feet. “The thing is, the ape’s in my biochemistry class and I ended up with him as my lab partner.” The others all began to laugh. “It’s not funny. He didn’t bother to take notes, and when I asked him about it, he said he’d just use mine. Like that’s going to happen. He’s some dumb football player, and if he thinks he’s coasting on my work, he’s crazy.” Kurt noticed that both of them were no longer looking at him, and Kurt followed their gaze. “That’s the ape himself, the one getting in line.”
Luka laughed. “When you said ape, I thought it was some fat guy. That’s Freddie Samuelson. He’s a football player, but more important.” Luka stared at him, his laughter fading. “What dorm do you live in?”
“Samuelson Hall… no way!” Kurt exclaimed and then slapped his hand over his mouth. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Nope—Daddy,” Jamie said.
“So the term ‘more money than brains’ refers to him,” Kurt said cattily, and the others laughed. “Not that I care. I’m not doing his work for him,” he pronounced. “You guys go get food. I’ll hold the table until you all get back.” The cafeteria was beginning to fill, and he was willing to sit for a while and keep his weight off his ankle. Kurt let his gaze wander around the large room and it settled on Ape Boy… er, Freddie. He smiled at the thought. He couldn’t take his eyes off him. From a distance he wasn’t so menacing, and Kurt got a chance to take in the dark curly hair, broad shoulders, and small waist, and when he turned around, buns of steel stuffed into tight jeans.
“What are you staring at?” Luka asked as he put down his tray.
“Nothing,” Kurt answered quickly. “Just waiting and watching people.” He stood up and walked to the line. Thankfully, it moved quickly and he got a tray. He made a salad and got a deli sandwich, staying away from the fried food. His skin had finally cleared up, and he wanted it to stay that way. Kurt got two glasses of diet soda, since they were small, and then headed back toward the table.
“What happened to you, Short Stuff?” Freddie asked as he nearly barreled into him… again.
“You, Ape Boy,” Kurt snapped. “You pushed me off the walk and I twisted my ankle. I got stuck with you as a lab partner, and now you try to bowl me down at lunch.” Kurt seethed and stepped closer. “I don’t give a crap how big you are or who your daddy is. Do your own work and stay away from me.” Kurt did his best to stride over to the table and plunked down the tray before taking his seat.
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” Peter said when he joined them.
“He and Freddie had words, and from the look of things, our boy here got the last word. Freddie walked away looking completely confused and maybe a bit shell-shocked,” Luka explained with a grin. “It’s about time someone put that guy in his place. I had a class with him last year. He spent the entire class conning another student into doing his homework for him or looking at the paper of the guy next to him. All he seems good at is playing football.” Jamie joined them, and they all ate and talked. Thankfully, the conversation stayed away from Freddie What’s-his-face and on more interesting subjects.
“You guys should come over tonight after class,” Luka offered. “Jamie just got a super cool game for Xbox, and we could play for a little while.”
Kurt shook his head. “Sounds like fun, but I have to study. I already have hours of reading to finish and a lab I need to write up. And that’s just from this morning’s class. I still have the ones this afternoon.”
“Bring your stuff over. We all have to work, but it gives us a chance to chill for a while. We play Xbox for an hour after dinner and then spend the rest of the evening studying.” Luka leaned in closer to Jamie. “You can’t work all the time.”
“Okay, you convinced me, but not too long,” Kurt agreed. They finished up lunch, and Kurt headed back to the dorm. He got an Ace bandage out of the first-aid kit he kept hidden under the bed, took off his shoe and sock, and wrapped his ankle. It immediately felt better. Once he got his sock and shoe back on, he headed out to class.
Thankfully, his afternoon classes were ape-free, and after the last one, which ended at four, he headed back to the dorm. “Short Stuff,” he heard float over the quad, followed by laughter, and Kurt looked up to where Freddie stood with a bunch of his buddies.
“Ape Boy,” Kurt called back and continued on without looking back. That guy was a real ass, and Kurt gripped the strap of his backpack tighter in his hand. At his dorm, he banged open the door and marched inside, muttering under his breath through the lobby, up the stairs, and into his room.
Peter looked up from the desk as Kurt came in. He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything and went back to work. Kurt placed his bag next to his desk and began pulling out his books and papers. He organized his assignments by due date and then moved to the more comfortable chair to read. He had six chapters to read and two outlines to prepare for the next day’s classes. He figured he’d get the reading out of the way before dinner and then he could start on the other work afterward.
“So what’s got you all worked up, as if I didn’t know?” Peter asked. “It isn’t a big campus, so you’re going to run into him.” Peter continued working, and Kurt cracked open his biochemistry book and then placed it on his lap.
“My biochem professor looks like a student,” he observed, and Peter chuckled.
“You must have Dr. Marcus,” Peter told him. “I had him for basic chemistry last year. He’s a good teacher and very fair. He got his doctorate at, like, twenty-two or something, and if the rumors are true, he bats for your team. Apparently he and one of the assistant football coaches are together.” Peter went back to his work, and Kurt figured the conversation was over, so he picked up his book once again.
By the time the guys knocked on the door for dinner, Kurt had finished his biochemistry chapter as well as his lab write-up. He’d also completed his reading for one of his other classes, so he was doing pretty well. He didn’t have one of his classes the following day, so he placed that reading assignment on the bottom of the list.
“Are you two ready to go?” Luka asked, and Kurt marked his place and stood up, stretching his back and neck. They left the room and walked as a group down the stairs and out across the lawn to the dining hall.
The overlapping conversations were almost too much as hundreds of kids packed the place, all of them talking. Because he was on scholarship, he had to be careful with his meal plan. He got fifteen meals a week, but thankfully, he didn’t often eat breakfast, so he figured he could stretch them over the weekends as well. His meal card was swiped by one of the student workers at the door, and that reminded him that he needed to stop by the library the following day to see about his on-campus job. He made a quick note on a scrap of paper, which he then placed in his wallet, along with his meal card, and got in line.
It moved fairly quickly, and he talked to the guys as they passed tables and caught snippets of conversation.
Kurt groaned and slowly turned around.
“Did you finish the lab write-up?”
“Yes,” he answered and then turned around, ignoring whatever else was said. The line moved away from Ape Boy’s table, and Kurt refused to turn around to look at him. “That guy is an ass,” Kurt said, and Luka snickered. “What?”
“He keeps looking at you. He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s looking at you, but he is,” Luka told him.
“Come on,” Kurt scoffed lightly.
“He’s got his head forward, but I can see him glancing at you.”
“He’s probably trying to figure out how he can get a copy of my work.” Kurt grabbed a tray and began moving through the various food stations. He wasn’t sure what he wanted and ended up with another salad as well as some ham and potatoes. He could go back for more if he wanted, so he headed out and found a table.
They ate and talked. Once they were done, he and Peter stopped by their room to drop their stuff and then headed to Luka and Jamie’s. They played Xbox for an hour and then all got down to work. Mostly they all had chapters to read and outline, so there wasn’t much conversation. By early evening, they were largely done, and Jamie turned on the television. They sprawled out on the padded carpet and laughed through reruns of Big Bang Theory for an hour. Kurt began to wind down, yawning, and the others yawned as well. He and Peter said good night and walked down to their room. Kurt went down the hall to the bathroom, then came back and climbed into his loft bed. Peter flicked off the lights and then climbed into bed, and that was all Kurt remembered until he heard Peter moving around in the morning.
KURT checked the clock and jumped out of bed, then ran to the bathroom. If he didn’t hurry, he would be late for his appointment at the library, and he wanted to make a good impression on his employer. After shaving and showering, he dressed in a rush, grateful he’d packed his backpack the night before. He raced out of the room and down the stairs before hurrying across campus. He was forced to veer off the walkway into the grass by a group of slow students and tried to come to a stop at a muddy patch near a broken sprinkler head. He stopped, but his feet kept going. Kurt managed to twist to keep from falling on his backpack, but came down hard on his side.
“Crap!” he swore and began picking himself up. Before he knew what was happening, he was lifted onto his feet. His pants were wet, among other things.
“You need to be more careful, Short Stuff.”
Kurt groaned and turned around. Freddie Samuelson stared at him with a small smile on his face.
“Thank you,” Kurt said, pulling off his soaked windbreaker. Luckily, it had taken the worst of it, so he wasn’t a complete mess.
“No problem,” Freddie said, and Kurt glanced around to make sure he had everything and then headed off toward the library again. “So where are you going in such a hurry, Short Stuff?”
Kurt stopped walking and turned around. “Would you stop calling me that? My name is Kurt. Kurt Maxwell. I’ll make a deal with you: I’ll stop calling you Ape Boy if you quit with the Short Stuff crap.” Kurt continued walking toward the library, and damned if Freddie didn’t fall into step with him. “What do you want? I have an appointment I’m almost late for.”
“I need your notes and stuff for the lab,” Freddie said.
“Okay.” Kurt paused. “I’ll give you the notes, but you have to do your own work from there, and I won’t do it again.” Kurt sighed. He didn’t want to be a complete dick. “You’re my lab partner, so if we work together, things will go better. But I’m not doing your work for you.”
“What if I need help?” Freddie asked, biting his lower lip.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Kurt said. “Now, I’ve got to go.” Kurt turned and rushed toward the library, arriving just in time for his interview. It didn’t last long, and he left with a job and an appointment to come back for training. Kurt left happy and headed to biochemistry class.
Since he arrived early, he took a different seat, hoping different people would sit next to him. The rest of the students came in, and Kurt relaxed as the seats began to fill. His hope didn’t last, though—Freddie sat next to him anyway.
“Hey, Short St—I mean, Kurt,” he began. Kurt turned away and growled. “Come on, I don’t mean anything by it.”
Kurt shook his head, and thankfully Dr. Marcus entered the room and began his lecture. Kurt listened carefully and took notes, writing down formulas and the processes that acted on them. He glanced over at Freddie. He had a notebook out, but halfway through class he’d barely taken any notes, and he seemed to be peering blankly at the front of the class. “Can you remember all this?” Kurt whispered, and Freddie shrugged. “You need to take notes.” The lecture continued, and Freddie wrote some things down. Kurt paid him less attention and continued working through the class.
Once the bell sounded, he left the science building and walked across the quad. They only had lab twice a week, so today he had a break, and he decided to use it to his advantage. He found one of the red chairs on the lawn and settled into it. He pulled out his biochemistry book and notebook and decided to finish up the assignment before his next class. It would mean less work that evening.
“Do you study all the time?”
Kurt knew that voice without looking up. “I don’t have rich parents,” he said. “I’m here on scholarship, and if I want to stay, I have to work hard and keep my grades up.” Kurt glanced over the top of his book as Freddie pulled up one of the other chairs. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you,” Freddie said.
“Why? You obviously don’t care about the classes you’re taking. You spent the entire class staring into space. How will you pass?”
Freddie laughed. “Coach Josh and the prof are tight, if you know what I mean. He’ll make sure I get a passing grade.”
“Is that what he told you?” Kurt asked, but Freddie didn’t answer. “Because I don’t see Dr. Marcus like that at all. He worked hard to get his degree and become a professor. He’s only a few years older than us, but he’s not a slouch, and he isn’t going to let anyone slide, boyfriend or not.” Kurt lifted his book and returned to his reading. “I don’t know where you got that information, but I doubt it’s right.”
“A bunch of the other guys took Marcus’s class and they said it was good, so I assumed… crap!” Freddie tugged Kurt’s book out of his hands. “What am I gonna do?”
Kurt yanked the book back. “I suggest studying and doing the work. You’re already behind if you haven’t done the reading and aren’t up to date on the problems and exercises, so I suggest you get started.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” Freddie began. “I play football—it’s what I do.”
“Don’t you have to keep up a GPA to play?” Kurt asked.
“Yeah. So I take easy classes and do enough work to get by and still have time to practice. You gotta help me, man. If I fail this class and get kicked off the team, my dad will kill me and cut me off.”
Kurt so wanted to be a dick. But damn it, it wasn’t in him. “Okay. I have to work in the library this evening. Come by at eight and I’ll help you.”
“The library?” Freddie asked.
“Yeah. It’s the building over there,” Kurt said, pointing. “The one with all the books.” He shook his head. “I’m not going to do your work for you. I know that’s what people have done in the past, but I won’t. So either meet me there at eight, having read the chapters assigned so far, or you’re on your own.” Kurt checked the time and then went back to his reading. When he looked up again, Freddie had left.
“YOU what?” Peter asked and then broke into peals of laughter. “You let Ape Boy talk you into helping him. Good God, I’ve got swampland in Florida to sell you.”
“The guy’s already lost, and I’ll be working at the library anyway,” Kurt said. “He might not show up.” He was half hoping he didn’t. “What’s the worst that could happen? I end up with a useless lab partner. Wait… I already have that,” Kurt quipped as Peter closed the closet door. “What are you all dressed up for?”
“I have a dinner and study date,” Peter said with a smile. “She’s an art history major.” He looked in the mirror and made sure his collar was straight. “Don’t wait up.”
“Peter,” Kurt called before he closed the door. “Don’t you need your books?” Peter hurried back in and grabbed his bag before leaving again.
Kurt chuckled and went over to the cafeteria for dinner. He took his books and read at the table. No one bothered him, and when he was done, he packed up and headed right over to the library.
Elaine, one of the librarians, explained his job. Basically, he sat behind the counter and checked out books and materials using the computer. He also directed students to the various areas of the library and acted as the information desk. “Don’t be nervous. If you get stuck, I’ll be in my office, right over there. Just call or come get me.”
“I will,” Kurt said.
“Don’t worry, honey,” she said with a smile. “It’s early in the semester. There will be very few students in here tonight. Most of them will be back in their rooms or having a good time. So relax, and if that backpack is any indication, you brought some of your work with you. As long as you pay attention, go ahead and read.” She walked away, and Kurt settled behind the counter.
She was right—there were so few people in the library it was ridiculous. In the first hour, he only had two people approach the desk, and one of them wanted directions to the bathroom. It took fifteen minutes before he actually went through the book-checkout process. At nearly eight, he looked around, but saw no sign of Freddie. Kurt huffed and returned to studying. Since it was slow, he might as well get some of his classwork done. Every few minutes, he checked the clock, and at ten after, he gave up and continued his work.
As always I can count on the author to write a fun story full of characters that will have me smiling for days to come.
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I always read reviews before buying a book, so as not to judge a book by it's cover, and I was most astounded to read Ye Zaw O's review. Come on, get over your sexual stereotypes. I just can't believe that you would believe that a quarterback is more of a man than a nerd. Amazing! Open your eyes and look around, that butch top guy stuff only happens in porn movies. Anyway that said I will read the book and review later.
What happens when you mix a short, cute, scholarly type and the quarterback? Sparks, emotional and personal growth, and an HEA that will have you swooning.
Biochemistry is book #2 in the Chemistry novella series by Andrew Grey and I have to say, it’s a great ‘coming out’ / ‘coming of age’ story. So many I’ve read have left me feeling kinda flat and cold, but OMG I love Kurt! And watching as Freddy comes to terms with who he is, especially while under the microscope that is his life—he’s the star quarterback, after all—and dealing with his horrid father is both wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time.
Until recently I wasn’t over thrilled with reading novella length stories, but when they’re as deep and developed as Biochemistry, I’m totally won over. Oh, and yes, you get to see Josh and Brendon from book #1. I recommend this story for any that love HEAs, ‘coming out’ / ‘coming of age’ stories, or deep and passionate love, then this story is for you.
*Sex is not a focus, but when it’s had . . . it’s so powerful and sensual you want to reread that section before even finishing the book!
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This is the second book in the Chemistry series, however, it can be read as a stand alone. For readers that have read Organic Chemistry, it'll be a pleasure to see Brendon and Josh again.
Kurt attends college through a scholarship sponsored by Freddie's father. Freddie, the star quarterback, needs some help from Kurt to pass his biochemistry class. When they realized they are falling for each other, they have to overcome negative opinions from their friends, the football team, and Freddie's father.
The build up of Freddie's and Kurt's romance is well written and filled with obstacles, mostly on Freddie's side. Freddie is unsure of his own sexual orientation and insecure in his identity as a football player and college student. He faces difficult decisions on how to come out to his family, his team, and the school. His father also gives him a lot of pressure (and threats) to be a football star, instead of succeeding academically. No one believes in him or encourages him to discover his potential beyond playing football until Kurt.
Kurt, on the other hand, is out and pride. The only struggles he deals with in the book are rejections from Freddie and the threat of Freddie's father revoking his scholarship. Kurt's troubles all stem from Freddie. When Freddie is still unsure of their relationship and wants to hide their relationship from the public, Kurt says no. Kurt is the stronger person and I think Freddie needs Kurt more than Kurt needs Freddie.
The only character that I was confused about is Freddie's father. He switched personalities too fast. Originally, he is against gay relationships, threatens Freddie with stopping Kurt's scholarship, and just thinks about his son as the football star. At the end, Freddie's mother "talked" with him and then he become so accepting. The resolution to Freddie's family tensions comes too easily and too fast.
Overall, the story is very predictable. The theme is very similar to the first book, Organic Chemistry. I still enjoyed the story and reading about Freddie coming out of the closet, but I liked the first book better.
*review copy received in exchange for an honest review*
This is a awesome book but the sex scene turned me off a little. It felt wrong to me the quarterback was a bottom. Totally ruined the sex for me because I have my own view on what a man should be and that sex scene is just the complete opposite of what a quarterback should be. I would have enjoyed the book ten-fold if the sex scene turned out differently but it was a good book to read. I love how sassy Kurt is but that sex scene is just so emasculating to Freddie in my opinion. COME ON! A QUARTERBACK IS A MAN! What should be on the bottom is the nerd Kurt. This is just my opinion. Sorry for my rant but I had to get it out because it bothers to me a lot when a man doesn't take charge.
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