“Good,” I said as I went back into my classroom, “see you later.”

Now I’d have to find a way to get out of this date while trying to figure out Mike’s code.

*   *   *

The second half of the day had my new plan occupy my mind in place of my failed attempt to decode the message. Mike was a master of whispers. Good at keeping things from people, and getting them to do things for him. Discretion was his weapon. The best way to get Mike’s attention would be disarm him – to draw attention to him. And to let him know that I’d gotten an upper hand on him.

After school was let out I took the scholarship pamphlet out of my...

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