I guided Cassius through our lab. He is surprisingly good with his hands. That must be why they made him the quarterback when he was only a freshman. I don't know much about the sport, but Cassius must have been good for them to put him on the varsity team back when he was so young. As we were leaving class, he turned to say something to me, but stopped when he noticed that Jessica was leaning against the door across the hall, waiting for him. He rushed over to her, so it must not have been too ...