Now that it's time for finals and the end of our first semester as juniors, I can't help but thank God that this was finally over. No more homework, projects, or tests for two whole weeks. I would prefer for it to be longer, but what can I do? I'm just glad I was able to finally get a break from all of this.
I didn't have to worry about finals too much, since I'm doing decent in all of my classes and the grade won't really affect me. But I know who this might affect, and they came running to me a week before the dreaded final days.
So, as I've been doing for the past few years, and now with this year to add to the list, I have my extra study sessions with Ernest and Autumn. Now, they are not dumb or slow, it's just that by this time of year, they sort of slack off a little because if the "holiday atmosphere." That's why, by this time, they always have at least one subject that that they have a borderline grade in, in which they absolutely need that finals grade to raise them up if even a little or keep them there.
However, as I've said before, Ernest is being more distant than usual, and that's bothering me lot. At least, now he needs to go to the tutoring sessions so he can't avoid me even if he wanted to. He needs the sessions too much to avoid me this time.
They usually happen after Autumn's practice is over, but Ernest comes before that to get more information in before I also have to tutor Autumn. This way, he can get more information in and not take up as much of Autumn's time.
As school went by, I was still sort of getting the cold shoulder from Ernest, but he made sure to confirm that he was coming today with a reluctant face and grumbling attitude. Now that it's after school, I waited at the gate for him so we can go to the café together.
As we approached his car, I asked broke the silence. "So are you driving or am I gonna drive?"
"Does it matter? Just get in the car."
See what I'm talking about? His passive-aggressive attitude is really getting on my nerves.
I huff and get into the seat next to the driver's and sit down, not making any eye contact with him. As the drive went by, I just kept looking out the window to keep the awkwardness of unusual silence and frustration at bay.
As we near the café I notice the holiday themed decorations all over the place and feel just a little better on the inside. Who would Christmas decorations not cheer up? I get out of the car feeling happier and more in the holiday spirit despite the fact I heard the door slam beside me as Ernest got out.
I got to give it to him though, throughout the entire ride he said nothing, and didn't even turn on the radio. It's like he wants me to feel the uncomfortableness on blast, and I'm not happy with it. We walk into the café with me stalking in front of him and look for a place where the three of us would fit.
I find a spot with an outlet at the corner of the place next to a window and sit down; glad we got here soon enough to get one of the better seats. He sits down on the seat across me with a plop and opens his math textbook to do. I stare at the top of his head as he tries to do his math homework unsuccessfully.
He looks up with a huff and looks pointedly at me, "Well, aren't you going to help me?"
"You didn't seem like you wanted help, so I was waiting for you to ask." I say in the same accusatory tone.
"Well, I need help now so help."
Despite feeling frustrated, I asked him to show me the problem and proceed to tell him how much of an idiot he is for taking this class when he can't even tell two from one. Either way, we spent the rest of the time in the usual end-of-the-year-agony that comes with math and finals. When April came into the café, she immediately got into the working mood and joined our club of frustration for the afternoon.
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