Half an hour later when Declan dropped me off at the bookstore, my cheek still stung, and it was probably red, too. I should have canceled Jaxon's tutoring session, but it was the only thing that made any sense - my entire day had been bizarre. Besides, I could really use a bit more of his no-nonsense advice.
Jaxon was once again seated on the couch in the alcove, and when he saw me, he stood. "Why is your hair wet? What happened to your face?" he asked, eyes wide. "It wasn't the mean girl, was it?"
"I went swimming after school," I said, taken aback by his concern. "And no, it wasn't Olivia. It was an unfortunate volleyball accident."
He narrowed his eyes and studied me as if he didn't believe me.
I sighed. "Sit, and I'll tell you everything." I dropped my bag to the floor and flopped down on the couch.