Ellington whistled along with the birds as he strolled across the University of Montana quad in shorts. After the Arctic blast shut the school, the sun was a blessing. Just wasn't enough to keep him from freezing. Pretty quick, Ellington jogged painfully to the library so that he didn't freeze solid. Last thing he expected was the gorgeous jock Leslie Pherigo to spot him, talk to him, and ask for tutoring. Nothing could come of it. Ellington was too much of a nerdy nobody for Leslie to give him the time of day. Right?
