“I love how your face is always at a natural state of outrage.”
David only frowned at him as he continued pacing in circles front of the fireplace, his face red. “Not now, please.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” André asked as he sipped from his lemonade, and David abruptly stopped, startling him.
“The budget for the school scholars has been cut. Next semester, we’re gonna have to pay for our own tuition, and I can’t afford that! It’s too late for me to apply for scholarships from other schools.”
André’s eyebrows only furrowed. “Doesn’t your government do that?”
“No, they—” David brushed his hair away from his face and sat on the space beside André, his feet tapping continuously against the carpet, “—they offered me a scholarship, but Elton High’s was better. I figured that if I was gonna go to
