I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone what he did in the locker room

Ethan sighs, leaning back on his own bench, which is neatly organized with textbooks stacked in perfect rows. "And why come to me? I’m not exactly the jock type."

"You’re the only one who actually understands this stuff," I admit, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at needing help from someone who isn’t part of our usual group.

"Plus, you owe me, remember? I kept your secret last year when they were teasing you about... well, you know."

He frowns, clearly remembering the incident. "Fine," he says after a moment, standing up and grabbing his backpack.

"But you’re going to have to make it worth my while."

My stomach twists uncomfortably. "What do you mean?"

Continue your own way...