“Just do it,” he growls.
He’s right. I avoid responsibility. Call it a character flaw, I guess.
I click on the posting and type in the message box below to open a new chat window.
PuckMe_69
Hey, I need a tutor. Are you still available?
Two minutes later, a small bubble pops up below my message.
Heir_of_Slytherin
Yes. Which subject?
PuckMe_69
Business Law
Heir_of_Slytherin
How many days/hours do you need?
PuckMe_69
I don’t know. I’m failing. Can I start this week?
Heir_of_Slytherin
I’m booked on Wednesday. How about Friday at 4?
Friday is our game against Notre Dame, and I’m not allowed to dress for it. Fuck, this blows. Thinking about everything Trent and I gave up only makes me want to work harder and improve. If not for me, I have to get my shit together for Trent. He would do the same for me. I feel so damn guilty about roping him into my mess. My brother shouldn’t have to pay the price for my mistakes.
PuckMe_69
Friday works for me. What’s your name?
Heir_of_Slytherin
Sam. And yours?
PuckMe_69
Tuck
Heir_of_Slytherin
Where do you want to meet?
PuckMe_69
My house?
Heir_of_Slytherin
No. Somewhere public.
I roll my eyes at the computer screen, my fingers still hovering over the keyboard. Is this guy afraid I’m a serial killer? I don’t have a good feeling about this one.
