The Education of Sebastian by Jane Harvey-Berrick

“Oh, I love your uniform! It’s, like, so cute!” Her eyes swiveled toward us and, from the look on her face, I was pretty darned certain that she had super-powers, probably X-ray vision, the way she was ogling his body. I was like a deer caught in headlights from the juggernaut that was Brenda Wiseman-and I was about to get squashed flat.

I flicked my eyes to Brenda then stared at the floor, but he didn’t seem to be able to read my mind, which, at that precise moment, was extremely inconvenient of him. You would have thought he hadn’t seen me in days, not just a few minutes. Sebastian was walking toward me in his country club uniform, a huge smile on his face. I stood up to go but I was ten damn seconds too late. Quietly, I closed the laptop’s lid and slipped it into my shoulder bag even though the poor machine was still grumbling through its start-up routine. In fact, the smart thing to do would be to pack up and go home for that very reason.Įven though I’d only just arrived, I should leave-maybe if I could just pretend that I’d forgotten something, I could go without drawing too much attention. I didn’t have any plans on helping her out with that-the less she connected me with Sebastian, the happier I’d be. It was clear from her confused expression that she recognized me, she just couldn’t remember from where. Brenda looked up and frowned as I settled myself at a table under a sun umbrella and fired up the laptop.

The Education of Sebastian by Jane Harvey-Berrick