Erica
Throughout the class, I kept thinking of what the exact game plan for Cole was, because it made no sense. And it’s sure as hell no coincidence because all of a sudden, in the middle of the year, he decided to transfer to history.
I tried my best to concentrate, but my eyes kept moving in his direction, and he always winked and gave me this evil smile. It made me so uncomfortable.
This was bad. This was really bad.
If this class wasn’t one of the most important ones I had, I would have dropped it, because tutoring Cole—even being in the same space as him—was f*****g dangerous.
When the class was over, everyone packed up their things—laptops, books—and I sat there for a moment. Maybe I could do this.
I shook my head immediately. No. I cannot do this. I cannot tutor Cole. I cannot
