His gaze narrows. “Evaluation?” “Coach asked me to write you one,” I tell him. “It could get you out of community service.” “And you said yes? Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” His face etches with fake concern. “This is another thing I can hold over your head to make you do what I want.” I flutter my lashes. “You don’t need blackmail to get me to do what you want, Summer.”
