His lips twitch into almost a smile. Well, not quite.
“Do you want the job or not?”
“You can get someone else to help you,” I say.
He hums under his breath. “Maybe. But… I want you to do it.”
I turn back to the window before he can see my face. “It’ll cause issues,” I mutter.
“With who?”
“Everyone.”
Him.
Ryker.
Lucas.
Brielle.
The whole damn school. He shrugs again. “f**k everyone.”
The casual way he says it, like it doesn’t even occur to him that the world might care or that he should care, makes my chest ache in ways I don’t understand.
I open my mouth to argue again. To tell him no. Before I can, he adds, “I’ll pay you.”
I blink. “You’ll... what?”
He nods, like it’s obvious. “I’ll pay you to tutor me.”
“How much?” I blurt before I can stop myself, knowing we need the mon
