Page 12 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

She digs out her math book, looks up at me, and narrows her eyebrows. “Why are you staring at me?”

Busted.

“I’m not.”

The door to the coffee shop opens and I recognize the girl entering from our house parties. She smiles at me and approaches our table. Her face lights up when she spots Adison with me.

“Hey Adison,” she greets.

Adison looks up and I swear her face goes white. “Oh, hey there. Brenna, right?”

“Yeah, we met at the party at the football house.”

Adison bites her thumbnail and nods.

“I was looking all over for you later that night, but I couldn’t find you.”

Adison’s voice shakes. “Oh, I was there. You must’ve missed me.”

Brenna shrugs. “I better get my coffee. I need my caffeine. Big exam tomorrow.” She smiles. “See you around.”

“Yeah. See you.” Adison thumbs through her math book.

I study Brenna from across the room and look back at Adison who is still engrossed in the book.

“You were there.” I smile. The memories from the night of the party are starting to come back to me. This is definitely the beauty who cooled off my lap with that drink.

She looks up. “Where?”

“At the football house that night. The party. You were there.”

Adison’s eyes dart around. Around to anything but my face. “Not sure what you’re talking about.”

“You’re the one who fell into my lap. That’s where I recognize you from.”

Adison shakes her head. “I think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

I smirk and tap my chin. “I don’t think so.”

“I’m sure there were a million people there that night. Could’ve been anyone. Besides, you probably had a lot to drink and you’re getting things mixed up.” She takes a deep shaky breath. “Back to business, Mr. Radcliffe.”

I reach across the table and put my hand on hers. “Not so fast.”

I squeeze her hand. “I wasn’t drinking that night. Not a drop. Practice early the next morning. Iknowthat was you. Admit it.”

Adison lets out an exasperated breath. “Fine. It was me. Happy?”

I laugh. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She rolls her eyes. “Embarrassed? Not one of my finest moments.”

“I’ve been looking all over for you, you know.”

“You have?”

I nod. I’ve been trying to find the mystery girl who spilled her drinks on me.”

Adison’s head tips adorably. “Iamsorry.” She smirks and wrinkles her nose. “I think you can blame Benny. He’s the one who got the ball rolling.”

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