After biology, I’m reviewing my pop quiz with a sinking pit in my stomach. Even with Steven’s help, I’m doing poorly. With as tense as things had been, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to asking him to tutor me more.
Debbie is sitting beside me, patting my back in sympathy. “It’s not all bad. I mean, there are worse scores you could have gotten.”
“An F is an F, Debbie.”
“It’s not an F-.”
I appreciate her looking on the bright side, but failing is failing whether it has a minus next to it or not.
Sighing, I accept my fate. I’m going to have to bite the bullet and ask Steven for more help. Maybe if we avoid talking about the fight or being a warrior or his brothers, we could have one of our more pleasant conversations. I really hope so, anyway.
I’m sighing again, when Tide approaches u
