"Let's start with how much you know." Erick says.
We're sitting in his kitchen, and he's currently tutoring me in spanish.
"You mean Hola?" I ask sarcastically.
Erick gives me a deadpanned look.
"Why do you make people think you know less than what you actually know?" He asks.
I look at him, stunned.
It's like he has me all figured out.
And I don't like it.
"Here's what we'll start with, I'll give you a test on everything we learnt in school so far and if you get even fifty percent of the questions right, all you have to do is answer a simple question honestly." He says.
I cock an eyebrow.
"And if I don't?" I ask.
"Then you get to ask me a question. Anything." He says simply.
I smile, liking the sound of that.
I'm confident I won't do well in this quiz anyway, so I say, "You've got yourself a deal, then Mr. Diaz."
He grins.
"First question: translate this sentence: I drink coffee everyday for breakfast." He says.
"Easy. Bebo café todos los días para el desayuno." I say with ease and confidence.
Erick seems impressed.
I smirk.
"Next one: I drive a car to school everyday." He says. "Translate that."
"Conduzco un coche a la escuela todos los días." I say, struggling with the pronunciation a bit.
"Not bad." He says. "Now tell me, if I ask where the closest restaurant is, what would be your reply in spanish?"
"Siga recto y luego gire a la izquierda" I say, translating 'Go straight then turn left.'
"Perfecto." He says.
I smile proudly.
Guess I'm not as bad as I thought.
"What's the opposite of left?"
"Right." I say smartly.
Erick rolls his eyes but I notice the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
"Smart ass. In spanish." He says.
"Deresha?" I ask, unsure.
He shakes his head.
"It's pronounced Derecha." He says.
"Derecha." I echo, trying out the word on my own tongue.
"There you go." He says encouragingly.
"How many more questions?" I ask.
"Dos más." He says.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"Two more." He says with a sigh.
"Let's say you and I are having a conversation and I ask you whether you want tea or coffee, what would be your reply?" He asks.
"Un Cafe, con leche, por favor." I reply fluently.
A coffee with milk please.
"Good. Now, reply to this, ¿Le agrado?" He says.
Do you like me?
"Si, me gustas." I say, not meeting his eye.
Yes, I like you.
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Trusting You
Teen FictionArrogant, confident, bold, sassy and smart, Jessica Lopez is the 'Queen Bee' of her school. She is tough and cold around people she doesn't trust. Which is pretty much the entire high school except her best friend, Jasmine Anthony. Jessica doesn't t...
