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PeachyKeen:
You know I’d bring flowers.
And a trophy.
BigBear88:
I’m keeping this receipt.
When I inevitably crash and burn, you’re contractually obligated to hype me up.
PeachyKeen:
Deal.
Official hype womanstatus achieved.
BigBear88:
You’re a menace.
But also
Thanks, Peach.
Seriously.
You’re the best person I’ve never actually met.
PeachyKeen:
Right back at ya, Bear.
SEVEN
My new tutor didn’t seem too excited to work with me.
It was our first official session, and I had to admit I was a bit thrown by her cold shoulder. I didn’t expect everyone to bend over backward for me, but I was used to most people being excited to at least be around me.
She seemed like she’d been sucking on a sour lemon all day at simply being near me, which seemed completely at odds with how kind and understanding she’d been when we first met a few days ago.
I discreetly tucked my nose toward my armpit while she was distracted writing down a math problem for me and took a whiff. I didn’t stink.
I rubbed my hand over my chin and then moved it to cover my mouth and nose and let out a silent breath. Nope, my breath was minty fresh.
So why was she acting like I suddenly had the plague and she wanted to be anywhere but sitting next to me?
She’d held her body stiff and her face pinched when we’d first started, but the longer we worked and the morefocused she became on the math in front of her, the more her face softened and I couldn’t stop staring at her.
She had walnut-brown hair with lighter shades throughout that seemed natural. It fell in soft waves past her shoulders, although she’d had it up in a ponytail when we first met. I liked it better down.
Her face was clear and looked incredibly smooth. Apart from some mascara, I didn’t think she was wearing any makeup. If she was, it was definitely a natural look. But what captivated me were her big brown eyes. There was something familiar about them that I couldn’t put my finger on.
I was sure I would remember if we’d met, so it couldn’t be that, but I wasn’t sure what it was about her that made me feel like I’d been lost in her eyes before.
She hadn’t been wearing glasses when we first met, but she was today. They were simple, thin, black frames that sat on the bridge of her button nose and made her look nerdy hot.
Like a sexy librarian.
