Chapters (64)
“Great!” I say and wince. I don’t sound great. Ace can probably tell, too. “Sorry. I’m just antsy. Anyway, I think we’re finished for today.”
Ace looks me over, his lips pressed together and his eyes focused on my leg, still jiggling up and down. “Can I help?”
“No. No. Uh, I should probably head home. You probably should too, right? I saw your brother Xander earlier in the library, checking out an Italian cookbook. Maybe he’s cooking dinner for your family tonight. Or maybe it’s for school, I have no idea. Does he take AP Italian? I heard rumors during freshmen orientation that the AP class cooks Italian cuisine. That’s why I took Italian over Spanish in the first place. We haven’t cooked yet, but—” I abruptly cut myself off, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”
Ace is watching me in bemusement. “You saw Xander doing what?”
“Nothing,” I say, quickly packing up my things. My mouth is far too dry. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
Ace is still staring at me, lips parted on an unasked question.
“Right?” I ask again, almost insistently. I know I’m a nervous wreck, but hopefully he doesn’t take that as a reason to end our tutoring arrangement.
After a moment, Ace leans an elbow on the table and sets his chin in his hand, looking up at me through dark lashes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ahmed.”
I slump in relief. “Yeah, see you then.”
As I walk away, I can feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of my head. I turn and meet Ace’s eyes one last time, and his lingering stare feels like a warning.
10
T-MINUS 24 DAYS
“I’m a horrible tutor,” I say, slamming my locker with an air of finality and revealing Cora and Nandini on the other side. “Why did I agree to this when I’m a mess of a human being who can barely keep my head on straight? I doubt he’s learned a single thing.”
“Is that really your fault?” Nandini asks, scratching her neck. “It sounds like he’s being difficult.”
“Don’t even use the word difficult,” I hiss before pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m clearly destined to make a fool of myself, and it doesn’t help that he’s barely trying to learn. I don’t even know why he asked to be tutored.” I drag my fingers down my face, trying not to groan. “As much as I hate my parents’ rules, maybe they were onto something with the boy one.”
Cora laughs into her elbow, attempting to disguise it into a cough. “Karina, sweetie...no. Boys are not the problem here.”
My shoulders slump. “You would say that. At least you have girls to choose from, too! Nandini and I are stuck with these useless, uncommunicative, and unproductive disasters.”
Nandini tuts sympathetically. “Have you tried marriage counseling?”