Chapter 17

I ignore yet another call from my dad, switching my phone off and flinging it behind me on the bed.

"You okay?" Zack asks me. I turn in the chair to face him. He's lying on his bed in only black sweatpants, arms folded behind his head.

Yes. His bed.

Zack is my math tutor, has been since we started highschool and he figured out how horrible I was at math.

I'm currently seated at his study corner, well, he'd brought the study corner to me, so I'm seated in a chair directly beside the bed, books in front of me on the table.

He'd given me a problem to solve, and to be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Yeah." I reply, smiling at him.

He rolls his eyes. "Will you stop with the fake smiles already? It's starting to annoy me." He sits up so he's sitting right in front of me, looking at me intensely.

"It's better than not smiling at all." I shrug.

Zack reaches out to tuck my hai