Caden
I wasn’t sure what I expected when I agreed to this. Probably some pathetic attempt at her stumbling over every line like a lost little girl, but the second her voice steadies, and the words start to flow, I feel my chest tighten. Annoyance, that’s all it is, because it’s not supposed to go this way. I’m supposed to be proving a point, showing her just how hopeless she really is. Not sitting here like an i***t, giving her advice and watching her run with it.
“Now, you’re getting it,” I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
What the f**k am I doing?
This isn’t some charity case. I’m not here to make her feel better or boost her confidence or whatever pathetic crap she’s probably thinking. I’m here to keep her from screwing up so badly that it looks like I didn’t do
