"I told you that I would help you," he said, like he knew that I was suspicious of him.
"That was when you were trying to get me to ditch class, which I did not," I replied.
Pierce smirked at me.
"Otti, I told you yesterday, I'm making you my business. So, if you need help with calculus, the only subject you suck at, and I'm good at, then I want to help," he stated.
My eyes narrowed more.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why?" Pierce repeated, confused.
"Yeah, why?" I asked again.
"Why what?" he replied.
"Just... why to all of it? Why are you being like this? Why make me your business? Why help me? Why now?" I asked. "Are you just... interested in me now that I've... lost weight?"
To be honest, I've wanted to ask Pierce that question since he kissed me in the locker room. I kept pushing it to th
