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❝Golden on the surface, hollow underneath.❞
gilded verb cover thinly with gold.
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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . chapter nine
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
" a test of patience "
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It's been a week. A full week of tutoring Daniel LaRusso. And to be honest, it wasn't much of a challenge. If anything, it had been more of a test of my patience than a test of actual academic skill.
The real challenge would be today—the exam that decided whether he'd climb out of whatever academic ditch he'd fallen into.
I had until third period to see him, to gauge his expression, to figure out if I had to mourn my extra credit or celebrate it.
But enough about Daniel. Jeremy was throwing a party. And apparently, unbeknownst to me, he was quite popular. Like, "I thought I was the social one in this relationship" levels of popular. The realization hit me as we walked together between first and second period, heading toward Drama.
"It's gonna be huge," he says, carrying both his books and mine—because, say what you want about Jeremy, but he's a gentleman when he wants to be. I flash him a smile as he keeps talking. "When everyone's downstairs or in the pool, my room will be empty. Just me and you."
I smirk. "What are you trying to imply, Jeremy?" I ask, peering up at him with playful suspicion.
He shrugs, all nonchalance. "Nothing. Just that I wanna spend some alone time with my girlfriend."
"In your bedroom?"
"In my bedroom," he repeats, tone so innocent it's borderline incriminating.
I scoff, rolling my eyes with a grin. "Yeah, don't get any ideas."
Jeremy raises his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not."
He absolutely is.
We continue down the hall, my mind already skipping ahead to the party—who would be there, what I'd wear, how many people I'd have to pretend to like. But then Jeremy derails my thoughts with a question I should've seen coming.
