Andria's POV
She gave a light laugh. "Touché. Still, I like your confidence. I was thinking, maybe we could be study partners for mathematics. I could use someone who actually enjoys it or at least, someone who's good at it."
I hesitated for a moment. "You're asking me to help you study?"
"You're smart," she said simply. "And I appreciate intelligence."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Becca's expression falter slightly. She quickly masked it with a smile, but I knew her well enough to catch that hint of jealousy. Arlo, however, looked like he was silently betting on how long this "friendship" would last.
I took her extended hand. "Fine," I said, "but only if you can keep up."
Her smirk widened. "Oh, I will."
Becca's tone went back to its usual bubbly self. "Well, if there's going to be a study group, I'm in too."
Arlo, who had apparently been eavesdropping, threw his hands up. "And me. If we're forming an academic dream team, I want in."
