But when I saw Luther, I realized just how mistaken I had been.
Eason and I hadn’t even defined our relationship. So how could Luther claim to be my boyfriend?
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
Ignoring my irritation, Luther grabbed my hand and tried to pull me towards his car.
I raised my hand to slap him, but he pushed me against the car, saying, “If you don’t want your colleagues to find out how messy your private life is, including your involvement with a U of T boy, get in the car now!”
I thought he must be out of his mind. “Have you lost your mind? If you’re going to make wild accusations, at least make them believable.”
The one with the messed-up private life was clearly him!
I’m a teacher—I have at least some moral standards.
Luther sneered, “Demi’s brother is only seventeen. You think if this news gets out, you’ll be able to keep your position in the school system?”
I was stunned. “That can’t be true.”
How could he be just seventeen? He’s so tall and strong. How could that be?
Then I remembered those viral posts online about people who bravely asked for a guy’s contact info only to find out he was wearing a child’s watch.