Chapter 119

“Tristan is furious,” Creed says, as he drapes himself over the chair next to mine in preparation for our tutoring session. I glance over at him, but I have this rule about having personal or private conversations with the Idol guys. It's just a no-go at this point.

Still, I can't help myself from teasing him.

“Whatever for?” I ask innocently, using my academy-issued iPad to pull up the assignment that we’re supposed to be working on.

Creed laughs, and his laugh is just as lazy as everything else about him.

Insouciant. Cavalier. Disregardful.

“Oh, don't act like such an innocent little lamb,” he purrs, leaning in toward me, his eyes half-lidded, a wry smile on his lips. We haven't talked about what happened on Halloween. I imagine we’re never going to. “We all knew what Tristan, Harper and Becky had planned. So who told you?” I ignore him and focus on the assignment. Not only am I helping him with his, but I also have to complete mine. “Was it Zayd?”