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desperate need of a job that paid well, otherwise we wouldn’t survive.
    It looked like Penthill was very quickly becoming my new hangout now. “Do you think they’ll turn me down for being in high school?”
    Nathan shrugged. “I figured they wanted someone in college, but you’re just as smart if not smarter. Be a bit more confident and you’ll get the job. It’s a ten-year-old, no biggie. You’ve handled worse.”
    My brother was right. I had handled worse. I handled worse every single day.
    “So, are you gonna call up?” Nathan asked, shifting away from me and grasping his cup again.
    I slowly nodded. “Yeah, I think I’ll call now. Are you leaving or sticking around for a while?”
    “I don’t wanna be here when he gets up. I have a class this afternoon so I’m gonna head back to campus.” Nathan stood up and planted a kiss on my head. “Let me know how it goes with the job.”
    I stood up and followed him as he headed out, and then went into my room to figure out what I was going to say.
    It was strange the amount of money they were offering as the tuition fee. And the only detail the flyer really gave was that the location was Penthill and that ‘Dylan’ was supposed to be the one to contact.
    With a shrug, I reached for my cell and dialed the number at the bottom of the page. The phone rang and rang and rang. Maybe they were busy. I guess I could try again but it would have to wait until after school. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to wait that long just in case someone else beat me to it.
    Just as I was about to hang up, someone answered the phone.
    “Helloooo!” It was the voice of a little boy.
    “Um, hi, I was just calling about the position that was advertised—“
    “Oh! You want to tutor me?” The boy sounded excited; his words all came rushing out at once.
    “Well, yes, I saw that a tutor was—”
    “Can you meet me this afternoon?”
    My brows knitted together at the sudden offer. The boy hadn’t even asked for my name and he was already asking to meet me. This was too weird, even for me.
    “Maybe we should check to make sure your parents are alright with us meeting.” I wasn’t sure how legitimate this was, and as sweet as the boy sounded, I didn’t know if he was really in a position to be making these decisions.
    There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “No, it’s fine. My brother said I can choose who I want my tutor to be.”
    “Oh, okay.” I still wasn’t sure how to proceed. “Is that your brother Dylan? Can I speak t him?”
    “I’m Dylan,” the boy responded. “And my brother isn’t here right now. But we can meet you at the Penthill library at 4. I’m really looking forward to meeting you!”
    A part of me was bursting to say yes, but the sensible part of me was still wary about the entire situation. “Are you sure about this, Dylan? Should you make sure your brother is okay with this?”
    “It’s fine! I’ll see you this afternoon!” And without saying anything else, Dylan hung up.
    Still reeling from the bizarre exchange, it took me a few minutes to realize that he hadn’t even asked my name.

Chapter Four
     
    Vincent
     
    “Should I tuck in my shirt?” Dylan asked from beside me as we leaned against the door of my truck.
    My little brother and I couldn’t look any more different from each other if we tried. I was dressed in my usual blue denim jeans and denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I looked like I was about to go and beat the crap out of someone.
    Dylan, on the other hand, looked like he was about to head off to church. The little squirt was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a white shirt with the buttons done up almost to the top. I reckon he was trying to impress his tutor. All he’d told me was that she was a girl and she sounded nice.
    His last tutor had been this stuffy, college guy, and I’d had enough of his arrogant bullshit and probably scarred him for life when I’d had a