Two weeks to finals. Two months of tutoring. My grades climbed. Just needed a little boost now. Time for a trade?
“You’re doing much better, Mister Peters,” he commented at the end of one of our sessions. He smiled, teeth white, straight. Dude obviously had a good orthodontist as a kid.
“Thanks to you,” I replied.
He shrugged, reached for his jack. “I like my students to succeed.”
The way he said succeed, emphasis on the suck. Yeah, I was grasping at straws. Still, worth it to go for broke. We’d become, if not friends, then at least friendly. “Um, I thought you should know, I saw, well, some derogatory comments about you in the bathroom stacks.” I paused, swallowed hard. “I, um, scratched them out.”
He paused, turning my way, jacket in hand. “Students can be cruel,” he replied, his ey
