&
nbsp; “Okay,” Sebastian said with a firm nod and a determined look on his face that told her that he’d come to a decision about something.
“What are you doing?” she asked, reaching over to pluck the iPad out of his hand.
“Coming up with a new plan,” Sebastian said as she turned the iPad around in her hands and…frowned.
“Latin Scribe High School?” Mikey asked, throwing Sebastian a questioning look to find him nodding as he plucked the iPad back out of her hands.
“We’re applying,” Sebastian said absently as he went back to doing whatever the heck he was doing.
“We are?” she asked, blinking up at him.
“Mmmhmmm,” he murmured absently as she laid there, unable to help but frown because there was no way in hell that she’d ever be able to get into that school.
“Sebastian?”
“Hmm?”
“I think you forgot something,” Mikey said only to purse her lips up as she thought it over before adding, “Make that two things.”
“What’s that?” he asked, continuing to scroll down the page.
“Besides the fact that my family doesn’t have fifty thousand dollars a year for tuition?” she asked. “I don’t have the grades to get into that school.”
“No, but you will,” Sebastian said, making her frown.
“And how exactly are you planning on pulling off that miracle?” Mikey couldn’t help but wonder.
“I’m going to tutor you,” he said with a shrug like what he was suggesting was no big deal.
“And the tuition?” she asked, wondering if he’d even thought this through.
“We’re going to apply for every scholarship that we can get our hands on,” Sebastian said with a firm nod.
“And why are we doing this?” Mikey couldn’t help but wonder.
“Because we really don’t have a choice, not if you want to play baseball and I want to go back to school,” he said, sounding determined.
“I don’t understand why you both just don’t apply to Radcliffe,” Jonathan said, sighing heavily as he pulled himself off the floor and dropped down on the end of the bed, forcing them to pull their legs up to make room for him. “I bet they’d offer you a scholarship this time.”
“Radcliffe doesn’t offer athletic scholarships,” Sebastian said, making her worry her bottom lip between her teeth because they both knew the real reason why he wasn’t going to apply to Radcliffe.
He wouldn’t do anything to risk his brother’s scholarship.
“Okay, so then why don’t you ask Uncle Jason for help? He’s the head of the History Department at Latin Scribe. I’m sure he’d be willing to help,” Jonathan said only to add, “At the very least, you could probably get a letter of recommendation from him and Aunt Haley,” when Sebastian started to shake his head.
“What if I don’t get in?” Mikey asked, already knowing that there was no way in hell that she was going to get into a school like Latin Scribe.
“You will because I’m going to help you study for the entrance exam,” Sebastian said, making her groan.
“There’s a test just to apply?” Mikey asked, staring up at him in horror.
“And you’ll do fine,” Sebastian absently murmured as he reached over and gave her one of those patronizing pats on the head that was going to get him killed.
Grumbling as she lightly slapped his hand away, Mikey said, “Sebastian, let’s face it. I probably won’t get in.”
“That’s not really an option,” he said, shaking his head as he returned to scrolling.