"About to grab something quick to eat on my way to class," I tell him. Brendan begins walking with me. I allow him to take the lead through the new garden since he apparently knows where he's going. He must have some sort of Marauder's map that changes when the Court does, because there's no way anyone can adapt this quickly.
"Okay. So, you're restricted to campus today. Sorry, there was nothing I could do even after I explained what happened. Apparently, they hold you responsible for making sure your phone is charged."
"Whatever," I say in resignation. Stefan's is the only place I'd go today, but I'm not in the mood to be around anyone, not even Grant.
"If you need to punch something, let me know," Mr. Garner offers with a sympathetic smile.
"Bye." I click off the screen.
"Why is your life advisor offering to let you punch him?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm taking boxing lessons as part of my anger management treatment, or whatever ridiculous name they call it."
"It's not working," he scowls, rubbing his arm. "What class do you have now?"
"Chemistry." I pull open the door to enter the Great Hall.
"I'll meet you in the foyer after your class."
Brendan doesn't enter the dining hall with me. Instead, he disappears down the hall, which leads to ... I have no idea where, because this is the only place I've been inside this building.
I grab an iced coffee and breakfast burrito to-go before continuing to class, hoping another new garden doesn't pop up and throw me off course. I'm barely going to make it on time as it is.
Nearly two hours later, I've learned nothing. My lab partner probably wants to murder me. And we have our first test on Friday. How do we already have a test?
"Blackwood offers peer tutoring," the chemistry teacher, no I don't remember his name, says to me after class while he reviews my class assignment. "You could probably use the extra help. We bring on Printz-Lee honor students during the summer months. I can arrange for the chemistry tutor to meet with you tomorrow if you'd like."
"Sure," I answer automatically, too exhausted to care that I'm already in need of tutoring.
"What time?"
"Um." I hate that he's forcing me to think right now. "I have to work in the morning and then I have two classes. Could they meet in the evening?"
"I'll check. If I can arrange something, I'll message you."
"What took you so long?" Brendan asks when I finally walk into the foyer.
"I suck at chemistry," I tell him plainly. "Already need a tutor."
"Oh, Lana. You don't need a tutor. Maybe you should try staying awake in class." He so patronizing. I'm tempted to throttle him.
I sneer. "Stop being a freak. Do I seriously need to put tape over my phone's camera and mic when I'm not using it to keep you from invading my life?"
"I do," he answers honestly.
Of course he does.
"Where are we going?"
"My room."
When we reach the bridge leading to the guys' dorm, I expect him to sneak me in some secret entrance, but Brendan continues to the main doors and holds one open for me to enter.
"What about your monitor?"
"He sleeps during the day," he explains. "Doesn't think we're capable of getting into trouble when the sun's up. Foolish man."
I follow Brendan all the way to the fifth floor. "You're not a senior."