Chapter 65

Tutoring with Creed is going well. He’s actually ridiculously smart, he just chooses not to apply himself. When he buckles down and focuses, it’s all easy for him. He could be top of the class, too, if he wanted.

Since we’re both busy with schoolwork and orchestra and social gatherings, the only times we’ve been able to agree on for our sessions are early afternoons on Saturdays, and late afternoons on Sundays. Today, I’m hurrying over after orchestra rehearsals, taking the elevator to the top floor and knocking until Miranda lets me in.

“Hey,” she says, stepping back. “Creed’s in the shower, but just make yourself at home.” I notice that she’s all dressed up in a blue and white striped dress, strappy heels, and a fancy updo. My brows go up, and she blushes. “I’m just … Andrew and I are going into town today to grab a bite to eat at that little café we went to. You know the one.” She gestures at me, and nervous laughter falls from her glossed lips.

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