POV’s Philip
I tried not to think about why Tate hadn’t mentioned that her family was visiting. Or about the fact that she lied to them about my busy schedule.
I only had two classes today, and besides practice, I’d had nothing to do. I guess it made sense that she didn’t want to go through the hassle of introducing me to her parents, but if she’d just told me that, I would’ve done a better job of avoiding them for her sake. But Tate hadn’t so much as talked to me since Wednesday.
She was avoiding me.
And I had a pretty good idea of why.
I tried to be as polite and charming as I could when meeting her parents. I didn’t want them to be on her about dating an antisocial guy who can’t f*****g smile. I was her fake boyfriend. I had to act the part; make myself useful to her.
It seemed a
