Brooke was sat at the table with Blake when I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas. She was leaning over and looking at what he was writing, and she had clearly been helping him with the work he was trying to do.
He didn’t even look up, and I realized that he wouldn’t have noticed if my eyes were a different color because he was totally focused on the work he was doing.
I could see that they were working through all of my notes from English class, and I guessed that she had been the one to offer him the help.
I don’t know how close it was to the truth, but Brooke was supposed to have a degree in Creative Writing, and she was actually trying to help him with the things he was looking through because knowing about this stuff was part of her cover.
I felt a little bad for abandoning him
