“No freaking lie?!” Meyer’s lips curve up as she snags the paper I’m holding up in front of her. She scans over it and that smile of hers grows. Laughing, I repeat her words. “No lie.” “That’s killer for a pop quiz.” “I’ve got a ‘killer’ tutor.” Finally, her eyes come up to mine and she pulls her mouth to one side. “We didn’t go over this section. You read this one on the bus on the way back from your Arizona game. This is all you, Tobias Cruz.” Again, with that smile. “Be proud.” Are you?
