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myself with Griffin he doesn’t jump to any crazy conclusions. The
reality of the situation is bad enough.
“What happened in the lunch room today wasn’t about me wanting
Griffin.” At least, not just about me wanting Griffin. “Stella and
I made a deal.”
He looks skeptical. “About what?”
“If I break up Griffin and Adara she’ll tutor me in Modern Greek—”
“I could help you with Modern Greek.”
Why hadn’t I thought of that? “That’s not the only thing. If I do
this she’ll help convince her dad that I don’t need to stay on for
Level 13.”
“And if you don’t?” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“She’ll convince him that I do.”
He scowls. “Why that conniving, blackmailing—”
“I know . . . but I agreed.”
“So,” he says slowly, “you want to get off this island so bad you’re
willing to make a deal with the gorgon?”
“Yes.” He sounds so sad that I feel kinda guilty. But undeterred.
“I just wanted you to know, so you would understand, because I
don’t want to lose your friendship.”
I place a little extra emphasis on the word friendship, trying to
make him see that that’s how I think of him. As a friend.
From the look in his eyes, he knows exactly what I’m saying.
“All right.” He smiles, like he’s trying to show that he’s fine with
that. “If that’s what you really want I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
I tug my zip-front sweatshirt tighter around my waist. The sun
is gone now, and the beach is downright chilly. Maybe all that cool
air blowing off the water.
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