I just stood there, staring at the two of them, feeling like my entire world had flipped upside down.
"Savannah, how’s the scholarship going? Did your teacher give you any trouble?" Dad asked.
I swallowed the anger, setting the milk down in front of him. "It’s fine. I gave up the scholarship and gave it to Scott. I also promised I won’t fight him for the next spot."
"You haven’t eaten much the past few days, have you?" I could tell he was just trying to sound like he cared. "I bought this with the money I made selling cardboard boxes."
Dad let out a relieved sigh and pushed the milk towards me. "Good, good. I heard the Harlow family is really powerful. We can't compete with them, so don’t worry. Even if I have to borrow money, I’ll make sure you finish college."
"Just drink the milk, Savannah. You’ve been looking tired. I can see you’ve lost weight, you need something to get your strength back."
Dad rubbed his forehead where Scott had hurt him, trying to sound casual about it, but I could tell he was faking it.
I still couldn’t shake the image of him kneeling outside the school gate for three days.
But now, I wasn’t sure when he was being real with me and when he was just acting.