She sits there in silence for a moment, before saying: “I don’t want to be friends with that nerd.”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about.”
Skylar scoffs.
“It’s time to make new friends, and spending time with people your own age is a good place to start.”
“But do I really have to start with him? We have nothing in common.”
“How do you know?”
“Have you seen him, Kerry?”
“In passing, yes.”
“Exactly. But I’ve seen him – and I have to listen to him.”
“It can’t be as bad as you think.”
She glares at me.
“Invite him over. You could have one of your study sessions there, and then…”
“No dinner,” she says, cutting me off immediately. “Fine. Next time we can study at home, but he’s not staying for dinner.”
“But how do you expect me to give you my opinion of him after such a short time?”
“It only took me ten seconds to form an opinion of him.”
“That’s because you had a preconceived idea in your head. People deserve a chance.”
“Are you still talking about that nerd? Or are you talking about yourself, now?”
“Everyone,” I say, looking pointedly at her. “Everyone deserves a chance.”
What can you tell me about this nerd?
What are you talking about?
That boy who you’ve assigned to help my daughter.
Carter?
I don’t know his name, I just know that he’s a nerd and she hates him.
He seems like a good kid to me.
I’m sure he is, but Skylar thinks differently.
Has he done something to make her uncomfortable?
It seems stupid to talk about this over text, so I decide to put an end to the bullshit and just call her.
Jordan picks up after five rings – and a heart attack on my end.
“You didn’t want to pick up,” I say immediately as soon as I hear her breathing down the other end of the line.
“No.”
