Sydney
Maeve nearly lost it when she found out I was actually going through with the whole arrangement with Dean.
And honestly, I didn’t blame her.
I was ditching one of the few evenings she actually had free—one where she didn’t have to rush off for some random family emergency she never really explained.
But you couldn’t blame me either.
The only way I could get some annoying ass jock off my back was to make sure he got at least a B in chemistry.
And maybe…I liked the idea of being useful to someone for once. Maybe being remembered for something other than the fat girl people whispered about.
Cindy.
Or not.
Maybe because that stubborn part of me had other reasons for saying yes to a tutorial after school.
Something that had to do with dark hair and steel-blue eyes.
I shook of
