Blaine runs is fingers over the assignments list posted in the teacher's lounge, frantically trying to make sure he read it right. He did. He groans. This can't be happening.
Every summer, Dalton Academy hosts a day camp for young children. And every year since he transferred, Blaine and Wes ran the tennis workshop, teaching elementary schoolers the fundamentals of a perfect serve, match strategy, and gentlemanly sportsmanship. Only this year, Wes had abandoned him for the ivy-colored halls of East Coast higher education, leaving Blaine paired with…Sebastian Smythe.
I'm impress, Killer.
Piss me off, and the gloves come off.