And Tobias Cruz wins again. I snatch it up, pointing on my way out. “Thanks, Jonny Boy.” Outside, I send a text to my tutor. Me: It’s Tobias. I’ve been waiting, Tutor Girl. Where you at? I stare at my phone and then stare some more. I scroll up, make sure it was sent, double-check the number, and then lift my phone in the air just in case. Nothing happens. A full minute passes and still, no text back. What’s that about? Did I pay my phone bill? Yup, I did. Coach responded instantly, like he’s supposed to. Like they all do.
