Tutoring A Bratty Billionaire

Panties in a Twist !

After that interesting and such a fun day, Note the sarcasm, i finally reach home and go inside to find my beautiful mother BAKING!! Yes!! The smell of chocolate cookies reach my nose as soon as i enter my house and see my mom inside the kitchen wearing an apron which has 'The Best Mother' written on it- a gift from me.
"Hi mom" i greet her skipping towards the kitchen and kissing her on the cheek, she smiles at my gesture.

"Hi honey, see i made something very special for you." She says as i pick up a cookie amd ram the whole thing in my mouth, " No honey dont, its still hot" she frantically says but too late OMG !!  It feels like my mouth is on fire, i spit out everything and take huge gulps of water to calm my mouth.

"The Fuc-" " Language" my mom scolds me, i roll my eyes " The hell" i say " nothing absolutely nothing is going right today, God what is the problem with the universe ? I exclaim and my mom sighs, she knows i can get dramatic when annoyed.

"What happened now? She asks and i tell her everything from the snooping to the annoying billionaire and his more so annoying son and how i have to tutor him, she listens to all  this patiently while applying frosting to the cupcakes, " And now i have to tutor him, mom, him he is so annoying and he is friends with that bitchy group." I tell her and she raises her eyebrow. "Friend as in friend or something... anyways i dont think you should beat yourself up too much, as i dont think he will show up that much for his lessons and surely wont tell anyone he is getting tutions. Especially to that 'bimbos group'."

Yeah i guess she is right i mean he would die rather than tell people he is getting help and out of all people from me, the batch's 'Nerd', his repo would go down for sure.

I look at my mom just as she brings a cookie to my mouth, now cool enough to eat, and smile while taking the whole thing in. " Jesus Beth, take a bite at a time." I smile goofily at her and she laughs at my behaviour and kiss me on the head and turn to the faucet to wash her hands.

" Now dont eat all these amd ruin your appetite for dinner." She says while pointing a finger at me. " what was the point of making them, mom, if i cant even eat them?" I look at her with my puppy dog eyes and a pout. "

She turns and put her hands on her hips, not taking any of my bullshit
" Beth.."
" Okay okay sorry i wont eat all of them."

She smiles "Okay great, so i have to go, lock the door and dont open it unless its me, i already made pasta and bread for dinner, eat it and please please dont wait for me honey i never know when i will come. Its really busy these days in the office."

If youre wondering my mom's a lawyer and she has a lot of work as she takes as much cases as she can, being the only bread earner of the house.

I lost my father a couple of years ago due to heart attack, it was so unexpected and bad, i dont even like to remember that time. My mom is all better now but that was the hardest time, she wasnt herself and it took months for her to come back to herself. Its obvious they were both high school sweathearts, went to the same college, worked in the same firm, married after a year of moving in together and had me a year later. It was like the perfect love story but not every has a happy ending.

I know my mom is still hurting and tries to keep herself busy so as to not go back to that phase just for me so that is why i like to keep things easy for her.

Like not partying, good grades and then i also work so i can at least cover my own expenses and not trouble her for little things and also save for college so that she doesnt get burdened to which she obviously doesnt agree with. So basically i'm a perfect and lovely daughter. "Honey" my mom asks flicking her fingers in front of my face.
"Oh sorry, just spaced out and as for not waiting for you thats not gonna happen." I tell her placing my hands on my hips and copying her expressions, sometimes i have to be the mother here as she tends to not eat after coming home which is not acceptable.