Crew's Pov
On my knees.
I'm on the ground, kneeling for Summer Winters.
Me. Crew Ashford. The guy everyone at Blackwood wants to be or be with. The hockey captain who has girls literally throwing themselves at me. The golden boy who's never had to beg for anything in his entire life.
And here I am, on my f*****g knees, begging this girl to help me.
Who would have thought I'd be in this position? All because I need her help.
"What are you doing, Crew?" Summer's voice cuts through my thoughts. She sounds shocked. Maybe a little horrified.
Good. At least one of us is as uncomfortable as I am.
"Please, Summer." The word tastes like battery acid in my mouth. "I know I haven't been good to you. But I need you to teach me."
Please. I actually said please. To her.
"You don't mean this."
