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For a moment, I swear I saw a hopeful look on her face. It was gone before I could really register it.
She glanced down at the paper in front of her. "Of course," she said softly. "I'll be happy to."
"Great." I grinned. "Do you mind if I eat lunch with you?"
"Go for it." She waved a hand at me, then picked up her half eaten sandwich.
We ate in companionable silence after that. Comfortable in each other's presence.
Chapter Nine
BEC
I knocked on the door and waited. After a minute or two, it opened.
Conrad looked tired, but he smiled and waved me in. "Right on time, as usual."
"It might be fashionable to be late, but it's not professional," I said.
"Priorities." He grinned.
My heart flipped. It really needed to get the message.
"Exactly." I nodded. "I've never been fashionable, why start now?"
He grinned. "Me either." He wore the same hoodie I saw him in after the game, and a pair of old jeans. I suspected the tears in the knees were from use, not from style.
He managed to look cool anyway. He'd probably look cool in anything. Okay, maybe not the orange dress from the shop. I didn't know anyone who could pull off that look.
"I have a test for English." Conrad flopped down on the couch. "Half of it is multiple-choice. You know Mr Leggit, there is going to be a trick answer in every question." He made a face so funny I had to laugh.
I sat down beside him. "Yes, that is exactly what hewoulddo. And two answers will be so close, they could both be right. But only one willactuallybe right."
He groaned. "Do teachers lay awake at night thinking up new ways to torture their students?"
I laughed. "I'd imagine some of them do, yes. The rest just want to make sure you know your stuff."
He cocked his head at me. "Are you going to be a teacher? After high school I mean. You'd be good at it."
"And spend all day every day dealing with people like us?" Now I made a face. "No thanks." I was flattered he thought I'd be good at it, but it was definitely a job you had to have the passion for, and I didn't.
He pouted playfully. "I'm sorry I'm such a problem child, that it put you off teaching."
"Yes, that's exactly it," I said jokingly. "Lying awake at night thinking of ways to torture you isn't enough."
He sat up straighter. "You lie awake at night thinking of me?"
"I—" My face felt hot. How in the world was I supposed to answer that? I did think about him, way too much, even after the game. I couldn't exactly tell him that though.
He grinned. He looked so smug, I should probably be pissed off.
"We should get to work," I said, back to business as usual. I expected him to say something flirty, that would make me blush even harder.
Instead, he nodded.
"Yes we should. Work first, then play. When we're done for the day, I have something I think you'll like." He picked up his English book from the table.
I wanted to ask what it was he had in mind, but I reminded myself that, in spite of his flirting, he was not interested in me.He needed my help to get through the rest of school. Nothing more, nothing less.
