“Nat, come on.” I chide. “I’m sure she’s asked this all the time.”
“I do,” Blair agrees.
“Yeah, but this is different. Joanna here actually knows him.” Natalie waves a hand in my direction.
Blair swivels her head toward me. “You do?”
Way to embarrass me, Nat. “Sort of.”
“How?”
“I’m his English tutor,” I admit.
Blair stares at me for a beat, her brows drawing together. “Wait a second. Aren’t you the girl who works at the bookstore? The one Knox sang that song for?”
My cheeks are immediately on fire. I forgot she witnessed that moment. “That was me.”
“He sang a song for you?” Natalie’s eyebrows shoot up. I never did mention the singing incident.
My face grows even hotter, if that’s possible. “He was trying to figure out my name. I had on my Jo Jo nametag.”
“Ah.” Natalie nods. She knows how much I don’t like that nickname. “Leon strikes again.”
“Who’s Leon?” Blair asks.
“My best friend,” I say, earning daggers from Natalie. “Besides Nat. I work with him at the bookstore.”
“He loves to give our girl shit,” Natalie says. “Like me.”
“I feel like everyone likes to give you shit. Including my brother, maybe? That’s one of his favorite things to do to me,” Blair grumbles.
“He only gave me grief about my name. He figured it out after our first tutoring session.” And had his lips on mine pretty quickly after that.
I duck my head, regretting all of my decisions. I should’ve never kissed him. I should’ve pushed him away and told him to stop. Found him another tutor and walked away. And I definitely shouldn’t have come to the game. Now he thinks I’m interested, or worse, that I’m some crazed fangirl who will follow him everywhere he goes.
“He’s always struggled with reading,” Blair admits.
“I’m trying to help him,” is all I say in reply. I’m not allowed to discuss anyone we tutor, despite Blair being his sister. It’s part of the contract we sign.
“That’s great. I hope he’s not hassling you too much,” Blair says with a friendly smile.
“He’s not. Really,” I say, my voice weak.
We’re about to leave Taco Bell to head to Logan’s when Blair says she needs to use the restroom. The moment she’s gone, Natalie is on me, her gaze narrowed as she stares.
“What’s going on with you and the football player?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head. “He’s a student that I tutor. That’s it.”
I keep my expression neutral, trying not to break under Natalie’s perusal. She can get the most hardened person to confess all with a single look.
Meaning she’s kind of scary.
“Why did he give you tickets to the game then?”
“He was being friendly. I don’t think he likes the fact that I never go to games. He’s trying to convert me.”
“Convert you to become a football fan? Hmm.” She pauses. “You think he’s into you?”