"Is there any chance the tutor is, you know, gay?" I held my breath, waiting for his answer. "What, like I hand out a survey?" He laughed when I blinked, worried I'd just offended him. "I'm just messing with ya. I'm pretty sure he doesn't play for my team. Though if he did, he'd be a little out of my league." He sucked in and patted his stomach, which was made somewhat flat by his efforts. "Nothing a couple of weeks at the gym and giving up bread for the weekend wouldn't take care of." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up." He sighed. "I love being a guy. Need to lose five pounds? Go without ketchup for a couple of weeks. Problem. Solved." We shouldered our backpacks and trudged up the stairs. "I really hate you right now."