laughs. “As if he would be here to talk to boring, old Evie.”
The door opens wide when I ring the bell a second time. Now I’m just pissed off. Why would I be here to talk to anyone other than Evie? These damn girls are all the same with their assumptions.
“Hey Rob,” Christina greets seductively, her body language attempting to match her tone of voice.
I know Christina because she’s in Student Government with me. The only similarity between the Papageorgiou girls is their coloring. Dark hair, blue eyes, tan skin. That’s where it ends. Evie’s hair is a mass of thick curls that I want to run my fingers through and tug. Christina’s is boringly stick straight, like all the other girls at school. Evie’s always effortlessly gorgeous. Christina tries too hard. Evie has the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen. Christina’s always seem to gleam with ulterior motives. Their personalities are polar opposites too. Evie is reserved, top of our class, and involved in tons of activities. Christina, on the other hand, is loud, outgoing, and boisterous. She’s involved in Student Government because of the popularity aspect of it and gets only average grades. She seems to have a new boyfriend every week. As far as I know, Evie’s only dated one guy. And that didn’t go so well.
“Hey, Christina,” I attempt to sound as casual as possible so she won’t get the wrong idea. “Is Evie home?”
Christina frowns at me and abandons her post at the doorway in favor of their mother. Ms. Papageorgiou looks me up and down like she’s judging me, and I’m coming up short.
“She isn’t home yet. The band must be practicing late. Can I help you with something?”
“Oh, um, sure, Ms. Papageorgiou. It’s actually my fault she’s so late.” She eyes me with a concerned look, so I figure I’d better make with an explanation. “I’m, um, tutoring her in calculus after practice, and…” I hold up the notebook that this whole plan hinges on. “We got our notebooks mixed up, so I was just returning hers and hoping to get mine back to do homework tonight.”
“Why does Evie need you to tutor her in calculus?”
Shit. Me and my big mouth. Of course she wouldn’t have told her mom she’s having trouble. “She just um, asked me for some extra help. No big deal.”
“You’re more than welcome to come in and cool off while you wait for her.” She holds the door open wider for me. “Did you run here?”
“Oh,” I can’t stop the dumb laughter that comes out of my stupid mouth. “No, not specifically here. I have to do a certain amount of conditioning every day for football. I just figured I’d drop this off and get my own notebook since I was out, anyway.”
I really need to break this sudden bad habit of talking too much when I’m nervous. Kind of like going off on Evie today. Maybe I should go back to being quiet after all.
“Oh. Come on in and wait for her then,” she calls over her shoulder.
Walking into Evie’s house under this pretense sucks. I would’ve been excited as hell to be here under any other circumstances. Now Christina’s eyeing me like a piece of meat, Ms. Papageorgiou seems suspicious of me, and Evie hates me. I’m in way over my head, but it’s too late to back out. Unsure how welcome my presence might be in the living room, I close the door behind me and look around in the foyer.
There are several pictures hanging on the walls of the entrance, depicting the Virgin and Child and some Saints that I don’t know. Growing up Catholic, I’ve never seen anything like them. There are letters on the pictures that I recognize as being Greek, but I only know what the symbols mean in science and math. I can’t read them to find out which Saints they are.
“They’re icons,” Christina laughs. “Haven’t you ever seen one before?”
“Uh, no…actually.” I hadn’t realized I’d been looking at them so intently. “They’re beautiful.”
Christina shrugs, probably
The door opens wide when I ring the bell a second time. Now I’m just pissed off. Why would I be here to talk to anyone other than Evie? These damn girls are all the same with their assumptions.
“Hey Rob,” Christina greets seductively, her body language attempting to match her tone of voice.
I know Christina because she’s in Student Government with me. The only similarity between the Papageorgiou girls is their coloring. Dark hair, blue eyes, tan skin. That’s where it ends. Evie’s hair is a mass of thick curls that I want to run my fingers through and tug. Christina’s is boringly stick straight, like all the other girls at school. Evie’s always effortlessly gorgeous. Christina tries too hard. Evie has the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen. Christina’s always seem to gleam with ulterior motives. Their personalities are polar opposites too. Evie is reserved, top of our class, and involved in tons of activities. Christina, on the other hand, is loud, outgoing, and boisterous. She’s involved in Student Government because of the popularity aspect of it and gets only average grades. She seems to have a new boyfriend every week. As far as I know, Evie’s only dated one guy. And that didn’t go so well.
“Hey, Christina,” I attempt to sound as casual as possible so she won’t get the wrong idea. “Is Evie home?”
Christina frowns at me and abandons her post at the doorway in favor of their mother. Ms. Papageorgiou looks me up and down like she’s judging me, and I’m coming up short.
“She isn’t home yet. The band must be practicing late. Can I help you with something?”
“Oh, um, sure, Ms. Papageorgiou. It’s actually my fault she’s so late.” She eyes me with a concerned look, so I figure I’d better make with an explanation. “I’m, um, tutoring her in calculus after practice, and…” I hold up the notebook that this whole plan hinges on. “We got our notebooks mixed up, so I was just returning hers and hoping to get mine back to do homework tonight.”
“Why does Evie need you to tutor her in calculus?”
Shit. Me and my big mouth. Of course she wouldn’t have told her mom she’s having trouble. “She just um, asked me for some extra help. No big deal.”
“You’re more than welcome to come in and cool off while you wait for her.” She holds the door open wider for me. “Did you run here?”
“Oh,” I can’t stop the dumb laughter that comes out of my stupid mouth. “No, not specifically here. I have to do a certain amount of conditioning every day for football. I just figured I’d drop this off and get my own notebook since I was out, anyway.”
I really need to break this sudden bad habit of talking too much when I’m nervous. Kind of like going off on Evie today. Maybe I should go back to being quiet after all.
“Oh. Come on in and wait for her then,” she calls over her shoulder.
Walking into Evie’s house under this pretense sucks. I would’ve been excited as hell to be here under any other circumstances. Now Christina’s eyeing me like a piece of meat, Ms. Papageorgiou seems suspicious of me, and Evie hates me. I’m in way over my head, but it’s too late to back out. Unsure how welcome my presence might be in the living room, I close the door behind me and look around in the foyer.
There are several pictures hanging on the walls of the entrance, depicting the Virgin and Child and some Saints that I don’t know. Growing up Catholic, I’ve never seen anything like them. There are letters on the pictures that I recognize as being Greek, but I only know what the symbols mean in science and math. I can’t read them to find out which Saints they are.
“They’re icons,” Christina laughs. “Haven’t you ever seen one before?”
“Uh, no…actually.” I hadn’t realized I’d been looking at them so intently. “They’re beautiful.”
Christina shrugs, probably
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