“And you’re not?” Macey asked, her expression never wavering, even for a second.
“No, I’m not.” My playful mood was fading quickly. This wasn’t as easy as I had hoped, and it wasn’t even the homework I had to blame.
“No?” Macey said, and this time she did smile. She smiled big, mocking almost. “You’re not an idiot? Then prove it.”
And that’s all it took. All I needed, really. I laughed, shaking my head. Macey watched me silently, eyes narrowed. I liked this girl. I liked her a lot. And when Jayce Gregory wanted something, he got it.
Macey Britton would soon be mine.
Chapter 2
Macey
“Go on a date with me,” Jayce said, sliding his laptop across the table, out of the way. He leaned forward, supporting his elbows on the table.
“What are you talking about?” I demanded. “I can’t date you. I’m your tutor, Jayce. You don’t evenknowme.” I shook my head, reaching to twirl my braid between my fingers, a nervous habit I’d had since childhood.
“Hence the date,” he said with a shrug, leaning back in the seat to secure his hands behind his head as he looked at me. “You’re cute. So, how about that date?”
“How about I pass?”
“Easy now.” Jayce rocked forward, placing the palms of his hands on top of the table. “You’re gonna break my heart.”
“Can we discuss the actual reason you’re here?” I said, leaning back as he leaned in. “You’re here because you need help passing your classes. Because what happens if you don’t pass your classes?”
“I lose my scholarship,” Jayce said with a slight shrug, but he looked away from me when he said it, convincing me that it meant more to him than he wanted to let on.
“Very good,” I continued. “Now, wouldn’t it be a sad day for you if you could no longer play...football?”
“Football?” Jayce repeated, and now it was my turn to shrug.
“I took a chance, sorry. Swimming?”
“Do I look like a swimmer?”
“Hockey.”
