Brian watched the freshman sit almost directly in front of them. He had seen her in swim practice that morning, an unusual occurrence since the men's and women's teams usually practiced at separate times. She was pretty good, for a freshman. She was pretty hot, too. Somehow, after swimming all morning and then rushing to class like he had, she now had immaculate hair that made her look like a supermodel. He hadn't even run a comb through his shaggy black locks. There was no good reason for it, but he found it annoying.<br/><br/>"What do you say we do some practical anatomy tutoring," he smirked at Vanessa, leaning into her again. It certainly wasn't the first time they had fooled around in the back of a class, and this particular setting seemed to be asking for it.