CHAPTER THIRTEENThreat
I hang up my street clothes in my locker after changing in the bathroom. Dirk’s been back for a few days, but so far, I haven’t heard a peep about my weird changing habits.
I grin. That alone would put a buoyancy to my step, but I have other things to feel happy about.
It’s been a week and a half since my first study session with Celeste, and we had another one two nights ago. I didn’t know how well my tutoring would go, but she seemed to pick up on the concepts really well. At the end of our second study session, she had told me she could probably do better in class, but she doesn’t like to raise her hand to ask questions.
She had gotten quiet after that, and I could tell that the admission embarrassed her. I had told her that if I had such a huge target on my b
