It all started out innocently enough. I began staying after school for tutoring sessions with Mr. P.. I confess I didn't need the tutoring. I was playing dumb so I could hang out with my cowboy.
"Our tutoring sessions are really helping," said Mr. P.. "Your grades have improved dramatically over the last few weeks."
"Oh, yes," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. Would he ever see me as more than a student behind a desk? Would he ever see me like I saw him-as the object of my desire?