
Ds. Oh dear. Charlie kind of wanted to help, but she was scared she'd let it slip how good she was. And Charlie wasn't confident in her ability to teach anyone anything...
"Ds, um, aren't...so bad..."
Charlie tried to sound comforting. But they both knew Ds were kinda bad.
Charlie had a small lump in her throat when Jaxon eased himself onto the window sill, and Charlie took her book out of the way. She hadn't exactly expected company, she wasn't mentally ready, but Charlie didn't want to chase Jaxon away either. Not that she'd be able to anyway, and Jaxon seemed nice. Charlie didn't want to be rude.
"Okay...make yourself...at home."
Charlie said, and realized that she sounded like she owned the place and had a slightly panicked expression.
"Not that, um, I...have any right to...tell you where you can be...sorry..."
Panic turned to embarrassment and Charlie looked down on her lap and wanted to bap herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Charlie made herself comfy, or as comfy as she could be when someone else was so close, and opened her own book, trying to hide the cover so Jaxon wouldn't realize she was reading college level book. She glanced at Jaxon's practice book, she was close enough to see one of the problems he had already solved. It was wrong. Charlie squirmed just a bit, should she say it?