“You actually do homework?” Anthony squeezed her hand and let out a surprised laugh.
Was he making fun of her? Charlotte slowed down, lifted her chin, and shot him an annoyed glare. “I’m doing you a favor. You should be grateful.”
Anthony just smiled, that kind of helpless, spoiled smile he saved just for her. Sometimes he wondered if he had a girlfriend or if he’d accidentally adopted a little princess whose mission in life was to keep him on his toes.
Andrew, who had been totally ignored, slipped into the car and claimed the farthest corner seat. He listened to their banter, his jaw practically on the floor. Wait a second. Had Anthony really been doing Charlotte’s homework all this time? And he actually seemed to like it? Why would Anthony happily help Charlotte with her work but always come down so hard on him? That was seriously unfair.
As Charlotte stepped into the car, she spotted Andrew and raised her voice just enough. “You’re sitting in the middle?”
“Huh? No, I’m good here.” Andrew caught the teasing look on her face and shrank back even more. “Charlotte, you should sit by Anthony,” he said quickly, hoping to avoid the hot seat. If he ended up next to Anthony, and grades came up, he’d probably get chewed out right there on the spot. He never escaped Anthony’s lectures after an exam, and riding in the same car as the country’s top student was just asking for trouble. The comparison would make things so much worse.
“No, you take the middle,” Charlotte said, arching her brow. “Didn’t you text Anthony about me a few times? Now you can report to him face-to-face.”
Andrew felt like he might split in half. She knew about that? “Charlotte, it’s not what you think...” he whined, tugging at her sleeve like a lost puppy. “I’m sorry, please, help me out.”

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