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“Have fun,” Milo calls up after me, his voice like a taunt.
I glance back at him.
Our gazes lock just like they did that night in the hall.
The amusement glittering in his brilliant blue eyes fades, and the glint hardens before he adds lower, maybe just for me to hear, “Not too much fun, though.”
My heart sinks.
I nearly miss a step.
I grab onto the railing to catch myself, my face flushing after the near-fall.
“Careful,” Jet says, oblivious to his father’s hold on me.
I shake it off and hurry up the rest of the stairs.
I tell myself I won’t look back, but as we go around the rotunda at the top of the staircase, I glance down just to see if Milo’s watching me.
And he is.
Chapter two
Kennedy
It’s late by the time I’m leaving the Granville house.
Chemistry tutoring took longer than expected. I felt dumber than I wanted to, but Jet has such an effortless way of understanding all this stuff, I think it might be impossible not to feel dumb when you’re doing schoolwork with him.
Jet and I never talked much in school, but tonight we got to know each other a little better. He slipped up and told me about his crush on Brylee White—an impossible conquest because everyone knows Brylee only goes for guys who are already taken.
It’s a shame because the way he talks about her, I can tell he really, truly likes her. He notices things about her, little things that someone who wasn’t infatuated would look right past.
As I’m gathering up my books, I say with a little smile on my face, “Hey, maybe you’ll luck out and it’ll get back to her that I was over at your house tonight. If she thinks I’m into you, you might actually have a chance.”
I’m only joking, but his eyes widen and from the look on his face, you’d expect a glowing light bulb to flash over his head. “That’s kind of brilliant, actually.”
I glance back at him uncertainly as I swing my bag over my shoulder. “It is?”
He nods eagerly, already a step or two ahead as he stands and walks over to me. “You’re not seeing anyone, are you?”
“Well, no…”
He grabs my forearm excitedly. “Would you tell people at school tomorrow that we hung out tonight? Don’t tell them I was tutoring you, just pretend we’re hanging out because maybe you like me or something.”
“Whoa, hold on…” I shake my head, not totally comfortable with the deception.
“I mean, most tutors would charge you for their time,” he adds, apparently noticing my reluctance.
I stiffen, but he’s not wrong, and I can’t pay him—not with dollars, anyway.
It’s a rude thing to say, so I frown at him in disapproval. He scratches the back of his neck, looking a bit sheepish about the light blackmail he just attempted.
But he’s not wrong, and that’s what I’m coming back to.
I may not always make the right choices in life, but I do try my best. I suppose if he’s going to tutor me and helpmeout, it wouldn’t kill me to return the favor.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him. “Do you really want a girl who’s only interested in you if you’re unavailable?”
