“Coach’s orders.” That right there sets her straight. Literally. Her spine squares as her entire body grows rigid, and all signs of stress vanish from her face. In fact, any sign of life vanishes from her altogether. “He told you I’d tutor you in both?” My smirk is slow. “He told me to take up every spare minute you had, Tutor Girl. Starting right this second and ending the moment the bell rings on the last day of the semester, metaphorically speaking, of course.” The girl quickly pushes to her feet, excusing herself for the restrooms. And she doesn’t invite me to join her.
