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they're on academic probation and end up flunking out. Or they're able to squeak by with D's and then face failure in college. Now when a white student is failing at Charleston prep do you know what happens? I'll tell you what happens. Their rich old Charleston money parents buy them tutors for every subject to get them through the school year. Well, some of the black students can't afford that so, you know what? I'll be their tutor in every subject if I have to be."
    Reyna beat her plastic bottle of water against the kitchen counter emphatically with each sentence trying to drive home her point.
    “You know, Reyna, Charleston Preparatory School isn’t all about grades. They seek to develop unique, well-rounded students. Maybe the students aren’t admitted because they’re black, but because they have a special talent. That’s part of the reason I chose that school for you.”
    She nodded at that fact. Charleston Prep was a very progressive school that fostered a community of individuality. They were the only private school in the Charleston Area that didn’t require uniforms and afforded their students almost limitless freedom. Charleston Prep had very few rules.
    “That may be true, Daddy, but it is still a college preparatory school.  No matter how well you can sing, or dance, or toss a football you still need to be able to pass geometry if you’re going to make it in college.”
    "Okay, Okay, I see your point. I didn't mean to get you started on one of your tangents. I just wanted you to take a break. That's all. Why don't you and Scottie go to a movie tomorrow after your study session?”
    "That'll never happen," Reyna said after chuckling to herself. She took a swig of water and said, "First of all, there is no time for movies on a Saturday at the Kincaid house. It's like a Rocky training video at that place." After reaching into the pantry and pulling out a bag of chips she added, "Second of all, it would never be allowed. Sam Kincaid hates me."
      Reyna kissed her father, and then dashed upstairs with her chips and water.
      After two hours of drilling herself on derivatives, Reyna still wasn't tired. Normally she would pick up the phone and call Scott. He would pretend he wasn't asleep either and they would talk till the wee hours of the morning until she could hear him snoring on the other end. But tonight it felt too weird to do that. She was afraid he would bring up his question again. Why had they never dated? She had convinced herself for so many years that he was just a friend and that she didn't want to see him as more. She didn't want to be one of his silly blonde bimbo gold-digging girlfriends. She was better than that. And she knew Scott didn't see her that way. So there had to be another reason. There was something else holding her back from falling for him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something that made Scott Kincaid off limits.

Chapter 6
    It took me over an hour before I felt strong enough to walk off the beach outside of Andrew’s place without giving away my ailment. Then I ran into Amber and had to comfort her before I could make a clean break. For some reason, I decided to reassure her of our relationship instead of breaking it off right then and there like I wanted to. I didn't want to completely wreck her. Obviously that girl was about as nutty as a squirrel's intestines.
    When I got home from the costume/victory party, I found my little brother in my room playing my Xbox.
    " Wanna play?" Stu asked without taking his eyes off the flat screen TV, a gift from Sam after I threw a no-hitter last baseball season.
    Even though it was already almost two in the morning, I would never turn down a chance to show Stu a little attention. It was something our mother always failed to do.
    "That was a great game, Scott. I'm sorry Sam's not happy about it."
    "That's all right. You know as well as I do she's hard to please." I reset the racing game and picked up the extra