"he's tutoring you?!" Candyce said, her lips curved ear to ear.
"Maybe?" I shrugged.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYBE?!" She grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
I took her hands off of me and continued to lunch.
"Dunno." I contemplated on whether for him to tutor me or not.
I exhaled deeply.
"Why dont you want the hottie to tutor you?" her eyebrow shot up in a questioning look.
I rolled my eyes.
She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed.
***
I groaned hastily and i set my bag on the mattress.I plopped onto my bed and closed my eyes.
I heaved in a sigh and rolled onto my stomach and rested my chin on the back of my hand, my feet dangling off the bed.
I felt sleepy and was going to fall asleep until I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket indicating I got a text.
My eyes shot open.
For Fuck sakes!
I slided my phone unlocked and rubbed my eyes.
My vision still blurry, I read the text.
When can I come over?
I read, the unknown number flashed on my screen.
Guessing it was alex, i lazily typed back to him.
Whenever is fine.
6 okay?
Yes sir!
I clicked the lock button on top of my iPhone.
I let out an exasperated sigh.
I just wanted to take a nap Jesus Christ.
I got off of bed and slipped my feet into a pair of panda slippers and headed downstairs.
I turned to dishwasher on normal speed and let it run while I cooked some spaghetti as that was what I was in the mood for.
I went to sit on the couch and surf through channels until it landed on the flintstones.
I giggled.
Oh childhood please take me back.
I twirled my fork into my bowl of spaghetti and took a bite and laughed along with the show.
I am so immature.
I thought to myself. I continued to eat until I heard a knock on the door.
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Alex' point of view
The door sprung open as I was about to knock the third time.
"Alex!" Anastasia gave me a half hearted smile.
I shoved my hands in my pocket and grinned.
She closed the door after gesturing me inside.
I frantically looked around the house awing at the cozy atmosphere.
Pictures hung on the walls, which were a shade a cream.
I gazed at the beautiful antiques scattered amongst tables and counters.
The floors were a hard wooden plaster. Plaster was it?

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