Fake it with me
"I know what I heard."
"Brooklyn Pierce texted me three times today because I helped her with a calculus problem last week and she wanted to know if I could help her again before her test on Thursday," he said, flatly, no performance in it, just the flat delivery of someone saying a thing they shouldn't have to explain. "That was the conversation. My teammates think it's funny because I spent forty minutes on calculus with someone who failed to mention she already had a tutor, and I wasted the time, and that's the joke. That's all it is."
Ava stood with the mat under her arm and looked at him.