Tyrone coming home early had its perks—like not having Simon escort me to school. When Simon came to say goodbye, he shot me a look of pure resentment, and I could only offer him a guilty smile, silently apologizing for ditching him yesterday. Hopefully, he'd let it go.
But Simon surprised me by ratting me out on the spot. "Zoey went on a date with a boy yesterday afternoon," he said.
"With who?" Tyrone asked, fixing me with an unyielding stare.
"You know him," I said, shifting uncomfortably. "Maybe you've even investigated him. It's Abel."
"Oh." Tyrone's gaze softened, and, to my surprise, he didn't say anything disapproving. "He's actually a good choice. If you're going to date someone, Abel's a solid option. He comes from a good family, has decent grades, and he's a well-mannered gu
