Will cleared his throat, "What subject does she teach again?"
Ron shrugged. "Probably Maths. She originally applied for the Marketing Principles post but didn't get it."
Will sighed with relief. That was close. He didn't have that class until next semester. Uncle Nate had insisted he take some business courses, in preparation for college, those were his focus this semester.
"Oh, and before I forget," Ron threw a bottle of blue pills at him. "Your Grandad says you need to start taking these vitamins to boost your crap diet."
Will caught the bottle with ease. Only Milton Woodcombe would see the humor in making the hormone suppressor which would keep him from acting out on his impulse to mark and mate the same blue as pills taken by older men to increase their virility.
Will smiled and thanked Ron. They went in opposite directions in the parkade. He checked his watch. Crap, he had an hour to go home, change & get to Bryan's.
