But I couldn't. Right now, I wasn't Lily; I was just a temporary stand-in for Rick, who had paid me 500 bucks to cover for him.
Here I was, swallowing my pride for a measly 500 dollars.
"Yes," I replied, forcing the words out through clenched teeth.
My cheeks burned hotter than a summer day, but thankfully, Andrew didn't press me further.
"Alright, take a seat. Don't forget to swing by my office after class," he said, dismissing me with a wave.
I hurried to my desk and shot Rick a WhatsApp message. [Little bro, you're about to flunk.]
Rick replied: [Huh?]
[Get back to school ASAP. The jig is up.]
The first time I had a civil conversation with Rick was in Andrew's office.
He was lounging back, sipping coffee, and finally asked, "So, what's going on here?"
Before Rick could open his mouth, I decided to come clean.
I laid it all out—how Rick had lured me into this mess with cash and how he was skipping class to go on dates with his crush.
"Is that so?" Andrew's smile was as warm as spring sunshine, but it sent shivers down my spine.
"Sir, I know I messed up," Rick said, bowing his head in apology while simultaneously pushing my head down as if to hide me.
I was speechless.