I could just say forget it and walk away now. But my heart rate triples and my stomach hurts from just the thought of losing my spot on the team. The fucked-up truth is I need him, desperately. I can do this. I have to do this. And if I really think about it, whoring myself for tutoring isn’t even the most embarrassing thing I’ve done. Probably doesn’t even make the top five, if I’m really honest. “Fine. Fine. I’ll do whatever. Just help me out, man. I’m begging.” The pencil freezes in his hand and he cocks his head, eyes slightly widened. I’ve surprised him by agreeing, I know it, but that
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