Summer's Pov
The week moved like it was doing it on purpose. Slow and thick, like everything was wading through something.
I barely saw Crew. Which was fine. It was actually ideal. After the classroom incident that I had filed under things we do not think about and the tutoring session where I had accused him of holding his pen wrong like a completely normal and sane person, some distance was exactly what I needed.
I caught glimpses of him though. Once in the corridor with Richard, both of them standing near the study doorway, Crew with his hands in his pockets and Richard talking about something that had Crew nodding with that focused look he got when hockey was involved. Something about an upcoming game. A big one. I didn't hear the details but I saw Richard's face during that convers
