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that last part. Like I’m the only one he’s worried about being able to teach little kids. Which is super-insulting when you think about it. I mean, yeah, math’s not my best subject, but I can totally help kindergartners. They’re probably just learning how to count. They probably don’t even need tutors.
    In fact, this whole thing seems like something schools do to make it look like they’re getting involved in community service. It’s all very political.
    â€œYou’ll be assigned peer partners in class to help you,” Mr. Jacobi says. “That way, if you encounter any problems, you’ll be able to get together with your peers and brainstorm teaching solutions.”
    Yawn.
    Someone in the back raises their hand. “Will we be able to get class time to do this?”
    â€œYes,” Mr. Jacobi says. Then he narrows his eyes and pushes his glasses up on his nose. “But let me remind you that this is to be taken seriously. This is not an easy way to get extra credit. These children are your students. They are going to be depending on you to teach them and be good role models. You’re going to need to work hard to come up with a lesson plan that’s going to be successful, just like a real teacher.”
    Again his eyes flick over to me. Really, what is this guy’s problem? I’m getting a lot better in math. And I’m really trying. And now that Brandon isn’t going to be a distraction, I’ll probably get even better.
    Of course, Brandon was helping me with my math, but whatever. I don’t need him. I can do great on my own. I sit up straighter, determined to pay attention. I open my notebook to a blank page, making it my new resolution to take perfect notes on everything Mr. Jacobi says.
    â€œBe a role model to kids,” I write, and then draw a littleflower next to it. Who wants to read their notes back if they’re not fancy? Probably if people kept their notes nice and doodley, they’d be a lot better off. In school and in life.
    â€œNow, I’ve put you in groups of three,” Mr. Jacobi says.
    â€œWorking in groups of three,” I write, with a little smiley face after it. Wow. I am a really good note taker. I mean, I’m not missing a thing.
    â€œI’ll read the partners now.”
    I’m writing “Mr. Jacobi will read the partners” and realizing that might be taking it a little too far when Mr. Jacobi calls my name.
    â€œKendall, Brandon, and Madison,” he says. “You three will be working together. When you arrive at the elementary school this afternoon, we will have a short informational meeting, and then you will be assigned the names of your students. Now please take out your weekend homework so we can go over it. I’m sure you’re all struggling with something.”
    My blood is rushing through my body so fast, I can hear it. My face feels flushed and hot. Me, Brandon, and Madison are going to be working together? It’s bad enough I’m going to have to be with Brandon, but Madison Baker ? Madison Baker is this seriously annoying girl who has a big crush on Brandon. She’s actually part of the reasonBrandon got so upset about me hanging out with Micah. Madison kept telling Brandon that I was spending a lot of time at Micah’s mom’s nail salon, hanging out with Micah. Which was true, but still. She didn’t have to go blabbing it all over the place.
    I sneak a glance over my shoulder to where Madison’s sitting a few rows away. She smirks at me and then waves her fingers. She’s wearing a tight white skirt and a long-sleeved red top. Her hair falls in silky waves over her shoulders, and her lip gloss is perfectly applied. As she waves, a shiny Michael Kors watch slides delicately down her wrist.
    I swallow and turn around, forcing myself to pay attention.
    It’s okay, I tell myself. I’ll just tell Mr. Jacobi that I can’t do this