An Opposite Attraction

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In my typical fashion, it's a long, slow deep dive into the lives of two people whom society says aren't usually compatible with each other. It takes a while to get to the sex, so if you are looking for quick jerk material, this isn't it. Please comment and vote, and let me know what you think of it!

I looked up as I heard the door to the study room opening. I didn't know what I expected to see, but the sight that greeted me certainly wasn't it. She couldn't have been much more than five feet tall. Her stringy black hair was in a bit of disarray, as if it hadn't experienced a brush since the first thing that morning. Her bangs were long - long enough that they hung past her eyebrows, ending up just inside the oversized black frame glasses she was wearing.

She wore a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved top that had wide horizontal stripes in different shades of brown. Her eyes were a very dark shade of blue, and her lips were pursed, as if to show me that she meant business.

She looked first at a table on the opposite wall from me, where two of my teammates were sitting, working together on a homework assignment. Her gaze shifted to me, and she began walking towards me with a very purposeful stride. Once she got to my table, she stopped.

I was over a foot taller than this little bit of a person and probably outweighed her by over 150 pounds. Yet for some reason, I had never felt as intimidated by anybody in my life as I was feeling in her presence.

"Are you Beau Watkins?"

I meekly nodded my head.

"Good. I'm Angela Hastings - you may call me Angie. The Office of Academic Assistance has assigned me to be your geometry tutor for this semester. This is the first time I've been asked to tutor a football player, but I want you to know that I will have as high of expectations of you as I would anybody else I might get called to serve. In other words, I'm not going to let you slack off, just because you are a football jock. Got it?"

While I didn't necessarily appreciate the reference that football players had less of an academic standard than anybody else, my trepidation told me to let it slide, so I simply nodded again.

Angie took off the oversized backpack she'd been carrying and hefted it on top of the round table where we sat. "Let's get started, shall we? Did you bring your geometry textbook?"

I spoke my first words in her presence. "Uh...no, I didn't think we'd start today. I thought maybe we'd just get to know each other."

That apparently wasn't the answer Angie wanted to hear. "Listen, Beau. Let's get a couple of things straight. Rule number one - always come prepared with everything you need each time we have a tutor session. It's kind of hard learning geometry when you don't bring your geometry book with you.

"Rule number two - we are not here to be friends or buddies or teammates or anything else other than I am your tutor and you are my student. You're here so that you don't fall under an academic suspension for failing a class, which might jeopardize your potential pro football career. I'm here because I need extra money to help with my college expenses. So don't think we are here for any other reason. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good, then we should get along fine. Fortunately the office had a copy of your textbook, so we can start right away. Let's look at the beginning and see what you know and don't know."

She pulled the textbook out of her backpack and opened it to the beginning. Little did I know at the time what impact she would have on my life. I'd never met anyone quite like her, so I didn't quite know how to process her. But it wouldn't have mattered. Like she had said, I needed her if I was going to keep on playing and get my shot at the NFL. So I saddled up and hung on for the ride that was about to follow.

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It's safe to say that all I have is due to my ability to play football. I was blessed to be born to parents who were both college-level athletes. My mom Trish was a volleyball outside hitter at an NCAA Division II state college. She was just under six feet tall, but I've seen old videos of her playing and she could jump as high or higher than nearly all of her opponents.

My dad Stan was a pretty good small college linebacker, making the all-NAIA Division I first team as a senior. As I was growing up, I got my height from my mom and my strength from my dad. It was pretty clear that I had a chance to be a good football player. During my freshman year in high school, my coaches agreed that I was going to grow into the position of tight end. They began teaching me all the skills a good tight end needs - you have to be a good blocker, an excellent pass catcher, and have the ability to absorb big hits in the middle when you catch a pass.

I believe my parents saw my potential all along, so they did everything they could to prepare me for athletic success. That mostly meant that they were very strict with me - not to the point where I couldn't go out and do things with friends. But I had specific times when I had to be home, and I learned once that being late wasn't a good thing. I looked up to my parents and didn't want to disappoint them, and they were always willing to let me know when I'd done a good job at something.

They were not afraid to show me tough love, however. I was always bigger than the other kids in my classes, and once in sixth grade, I used my size and strength to intimidate a kid into giving me something of his that I wanted. I wasn't normally a bully, but it seemed like a good thing to do at the time.

When my parents found out about it, they spent the rest of the evening bullying me like I had done to the kid. They hounded me, denying me things I could normally have. They made me fix my own supper, despite the fact that the meal mom cooked that night was one of my favorites. They kept calling me names and telling me how pathetic I was to pick on someone who was smaller than me. I ended up running to my bedroom and throwing myself on the bed, sobbing until I went to sleep.

I know what they did may sound like horrible parenting to some, but it was exactly what I needed. That morning, I apologized to my parents and told them that the first thing I was going to do at school was to apologize to the kid I had bullied. I had learned an important lesson the hard way, but it was a lesson I still followed through high school and into college.

By my junior year in high school, I was starting to get noticed by college football programs across the country. Our team made it all the way to the state championship game for our class, the first time in over twenty-five years a team from my high school had made it that far. We didn't win, but that only fueled our determination to make sure we had another chance the following year. Seven of our offensive starters and eight of our defensive starters were returning, so we felt like we had more than a good chance at bringing home the championship trophy.

When my senior year arrived, my senior classmates on the team elected me as the team captain. In that role, I was the inspirational team leader. I was as tough on the team as my parents had been on me. I was constantly reminding them that every other football player on every other team we would face had only one goal, and that was being better than we were. We could not accept a weak effort from anybody if we were going to get our state championship. I was not afraid to approach other players when I thought they weren't doing their best, and I always backed up my admonishment of them in those situations by leading by example, making sure that I was giving 100% on anything we did in practice.

One of the responsibilities of the senior players was to lead a school-wide initiative of some type. It had been a practice in our school for several years, first introduced by head coach Stevens, who implemented it when he began at our school some ten years before. At our first senior player meeting, I remembered the bullying lesson my parents had taught me six years ago, and suggested that we work to eliminate all types of bullying in our high school. More than likely, none of my teammates had ever been bullied so they may not have thought it was a problem, but I pointed out to them that even things as seemingly innocent as students who ate by themselves in the lunchroom were more than likely tied to bullying that student had faced at some point in his school career.

We asked our high school counselor for help in creating a program, and she was thrilled to find out this was what we wanted to do. Our goals were simple - to make sure that no kid ever felt threatened in any way while they were in school, and to make sure that no kid was ever alone unless they wanted to be. Football players usually wore their jersey tops on days when we had games, and I remember coming into the lunchroom half-way through the season and seeing about fifteen football-jersey-wearing students spread out across the twelve lunch tables we had, instead of them all sitting at the same table.

The team was experiencing the success we had hoped for at the start of the season, and we began to attract attention of the nearby media. One of the television stations from the city closest to us sent a sports reporter to find out more about our season. But when she learned of the anti-bullying program we'd created, her focus turned to that aspect of our team, and we garnered quite a bit of publicity for our efforts. As the team captain, she interviewed me and let me tell my story of how I discovered how awful bullying was when I'd been caught before. I still have a copy of that interview downloaded on my computer. It reminds me that all people deserve to be treated equally, no matter what their standing is in life.

Our hard work on the field paid off - when the season was over, we were the undefeated state champions in our classification! For me, it was the culmination of four years of daily practices on the field and countless hours in the weight room off the field. By the time I graduated high school, I was 6'3" tall and weighed 230 pounds. Several major college programs were heavily recruiting me, and I chose to attend a state university that was just a few hours from my hometown. That way my family wouldn't be too far away if they chose to come and watch my games, which they did. My parents were my greatest supporters, and knowing they still wanted to follow me meant I would keep trying my best to make them proud. It wasn't in one of the top five power leagues, but I would still get some national exposure if I played well.

Once I signed my letter of intent, the coaching staff sent me a weight training program to prepare me for my first season as a college football player. Even though I was already a big person, they wanted me to put on at least 20 more pounds of solid muscle. I'd been used to being one of the biggest players compared to most of the players on the opposing teams we faced, but I wasn't yet big enough to play Division I college football. With my dad supervising me, I reported to my first practice at my current weight of 250, and over the summer I'd grown another inch. I was an impressive physical specimen, ready to show the world how good I was.

My freshman season was spent learning the art and speed of football at that level. I got a lot of time on the special teams unit since I had at least a little speed to go with my size. I had opportunities to play some snaps on offense that year, but those were mostly in mop-up situations where we had the game fully in hand. We didn't throw the ball when we were way ahead, so I got to work on my blocking skills against some of the biggest players I'd ever seen.

I also learned a very important lesson that first year. I wasn't a big party animal when it came time to having fun. My parents drilled the dangers of alcohol and drugs into my brain from the beginning of my middle school years. I knew I was a fairly good-looking guy, and I didn't have any trouble attracting the opposite sex if I wanted to have some fun. I'd had a serious girlfriend or two in high school and I certainly wasn't a virgin, but being a big partier wasn't ever one of my desires.

But I did get too far into that lifestyle the start of my freshman year. It was the first time I'd been away from my parents, and as many freshmen find out, college had lots of opportunities for good times outside of class. It took me one party to realize that wasn't the best choice for me, so I was careful to moderate myself when it came time to alcohol and the attention of the sexy women that were always around the team. I still had fun, but it was on my terms.

My sophomore season was my "coming out" party as far as playing time goes. I was named the starting tight end, and I ended up with 30 catches for nearly 550 yards and three touchdowns. I was feeling more confident with each game, and I started hearing noises about my potential to be a tight end in the National Football League. Those noises motivated me to work even harder, both on the field and in the weight room. I wasn't likely to get any taller, but there was always room for more muscle, which I would need if I ever wanted a chance to play professionally.

Academically, I was doing okay, passing my classes with some A's and more B's. But as I started my junior year, I knew I had a math class that I needed to take, and the team's academic advisor decided that needed to be geometry, since I'd not taken it in high school. The reason I didn't take it was that I was not good in math, and I'd barely managed to survive high school algebra. When I found out it was on my schedule, I immediately asked the advisor to have a tutor assigned to me. She and I both knew that this was a very important class for me if I was going to stay academically eligible to play football. The NFL wasn't going to recruit tight ends that weren't on the playing field because they couldn't handle the classes they were taking.

That's how I ended up with Angie Hastings as my tutor, who was assigned to work with me twice a week on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons at 1:30. As we went through that first session, it was clear that she wasn't my tutor because she was concerned for my success as much as she needed to earn some extra money for her college expenses. After she had set me straight, she didn't say one word to me that wasn't about geometry. I suppose I should have expected that, but I wasn't used to the intensity she was bringing to my tutoring session. It was going to take some work to get used to her style, but I certainly didn't see her changing her style for me anytime soon.

By the end of our first session together, it was clear that my ability was far below what she had expected of me. She would ask me questions, and when I didn't know the answer, I'd hear her exhale loudly, or see her roll her eyes. She had already talked down about football players in general when we first met, and apparently I was fitting perfectly into her lower standards.

Eventually, she couldn't keep quiet anymore.

Looking up at me for the first time since we had started, she exclaimed, "How did you ever graduate high school with the math skills you have - or should I say, 'don't have?'"

That question hurt, but it wasn't totally unexpected. "At my high school, we were required to have at least two math courses in order to graduate. I had basic math my freshman year, and algebra my sophomore year - which I struggled with. This is my first math class in five years. I guess my skills have deteriorated."

She huffed and replied, "Yeah, I guess they have."

I was getting worried at this point in the conversation. "Am I so far behind that I'm not going to be able to pass geometry? This is very important to me!"

She shrugged her shoulders. "That's up to you. I can get you caught up and make sure you don't miss assignments, but you're going to have to work like crazy and do everything I say. Can you handle that?"

"I pledge to you right now to be the best student you've ever tutored - well, I guess if you've already been a tutor. I don't know anything about you."

She looked at me with a very unimpassioned face and replied, "For your information, this is my second year to be a tutor. I had three students each semester last year as a freshman, so I guarantee I'll be good enough for you."

"No! I wasn't implying that I don't think you're good enough. I just want you to know that this is VERY important to me, so I'm willing to do whatever I can to pass this class. If that means we have to meet more than twice a week, I'm willing to do it!"

I paused long enough to hope she would look at me as I spoke, which she did eventually. "Angie, can you at least give me a chance to show you how motivated I am to impress you? You're the most important person in my life this semester, and I intend to honor that by making you proud of the work I do."

She kept looking at me as she replied, "You're going to have to prove that to me, because in my history, I don't have a very high regard for football players. They know they are big enough that they can intimidate anybody and get by with everything because in society it's much more important that our high schools have better sports teams than have students with high academic ability. Just being in your football training facility is intimidating me. I don't really belong in a place like this."

She had just presented me with a chance to show her how serious I was about this. "We don't have to meet here. We can meet anywhere on campus! Did you know that I know where the library is? I had three research papers to write last semester and I spent quite a bit of time there. I also know there are study areas inside the Student Union. And I imagine your dorm has several study areas available if you wanted me to come to you."

She thought about my proposition for a few seconds. "Truthfully, I would like that better. We are supposed to meet again here at 1:30 in two days. Shall we try the library instead?"

"How about the first one there waits at the main circulation desk for the other one to show up?"

She nodded her head. "Deal. Don't forget to bring your geometry book next time, plus I'm going to have another book for you to help you catch up where you've fallen behind."

We both stood up from the table at the same time. As she packed her ridiculously large backpack, I said, "I want you to know that I have no desire to intimidate you. I'm really a very nice person once you get to know me."

For the first time since I'd first met her, she cracked a wry smile. "And I am as well. But you still have to do what I say if you want to meet my standards!"

"Deal! I'll walk you to the door."

"You don't have to do that - I know where it is!"

It was my turn to smile. "True. But I want to protect you from all the knuckle-dragging jocks that hang out here!"

As we walked out of the study room, she turned to me and smirked. "I probably deserved that, didn't I?"

I shook my head. "No, you probably didn't deserve it, because obviously your experience with football players has not been great. I'm going to show you that some of us are different. AND I'm going to show you that I like to have fun in the midst of this serious work, so you'll probably get little cracks like that a lot from me.

As I held the door open for her to walk outside, she surprised me when she responded, "I hope so, Beau. See you in the library in a couple of days."

She turned to head off somewhere else, and I went back into the football facility, since it was time for practice to begin. As I walked into the locker room, I was immediately corralled by the two other players who had been in the study room with me.