tutor and scones

seven: september 11 2020

"Mr Hawthorne,  you might know Aurora already from most of your classes. She'll be your tutee for this semester, of course if anything happens I'll assign her a new tutor. If she'll have any problems in the second semester, you may continue to tutor her. Is it fine?" Ms Clooney queried the boy sitting next to me, our elbows almost brushing.

"Yes, everything's great, I hope she's a fast learner."

"I bet she is as she's a great listener, according to her earlier teacher's reports."
They just spoke about me like I wasn't there. In  the same room. Although, I liked being complimented and at least they weren't talking behind my back, it would've been weird nonetheless. Ms Clooney informed him about what he should work with me and other boring stuff that I tuned out. At the same time the bell rang, me and Alexander headed out of the classroom. I had an hour of free time so I decided to spend it in the archive. Alexander had... no clue what.

"So, when shall we start, Thornsbury?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not stopping.

"Tomorrow?" He questioned.

I shook my head.

"Sunday?"

"No..."

"Then when?"

"Tuesday."

"Tuesday?"

"After school, your place, preferably."

"Uh, alright, my place! What's your number?"

"830-117-3838"

"Okay, bye!"
I motioned my hand in a small wave, while he rushed to class... I think.

*

Tuesday, September 15th 2020
3:36 pm

"I warn you that I have three brothers" Alexander pointed a finger at me, chucking his shoes on the floor.

"Three brothers?" I grinned.

"Stop that. No funny business, it'll be... strange."

"I believe I am friends with one of your fellow and very dear brothers."

"Jameson?"

I nodded vagorly, sauntering after him.
The Hawthorne house was like a palace. It had at least fifty bedrooms and five staircases, no doubt. Yet, I would probably be too afraid to live here, a killer could hide anywhere. Yes the Hawthorne's had one of the greatest security shit ever but still... Too spacious.

My uniform was super uncomfortable and I wanted to just strip naked but that would be super- and I mean like very super- awkward and just... weirdly weird.

Alexander opened the door to his room, revealing a lengthy desk with a bunch of papers spread across it, a king sized bed with grey-navy sheets, a closet, which took up most of the wall and other stuff like a nightstand, lamp, a door where a bathroom probably was hiding and the list could keep going. It was like a normal teenage boy's room just minus the hideous smell and mess. I fell onto the spinning, office chair in front of the desk. Alexander chuckled, throwing his backpack on his bed and taking a seat on the armchair-office chair. He leaned back, pressing his weight on the chair, I was afraid it'd tip back and make him fall. I would've laughed then, knowing me. I searched through the papers on his desk, different types of numbers, letters and calculations scribbled on them. I could barely read it as he cleared his throat. I paid attention to the boy sitting near me, his uniform crinkly and definitely not as neat as his hair was. Alexander grabbed the science workbook from underneath some papers and flipped through the pages.

"We can start with the test we had a week ago or whenever it was" He said in a soft but very serious voice.

I nodded, taking a pen out of my blazer.

...

"Okay, now Kirchhoff's first law?" Alexander quizzed, his workbook in one hand and a pen in the other.

"For any point in an electrical circuit, the sum of currents into that point is equal to the sum of... currents out of that point."

"Excellent! Now, charge flow equals?"

"Charge flow equals current multiplied by time."

He plopped his workbook down along with his pen, which made me twirl my hair. One of my many nervous habits. Alexander sighed and announced, "break time!"

Which left me confused and curious. Did I answer correctly? Was he mad at me? What happened?

"Wait, hold on, was my answer right?" I wanted to know as I scurried down behind him.

"Yup! That's why I think we're just wasting our time. You know too much, too well. Maybe the nervousness ate you up during that test and you just flunked! Or maybe you have a short memory span."

I scoffed, leaning on the island as the tall boy searched for something in one of the cupboards. In his hands I saw a giant jar, it had a label on it, which I couldn't quite see what was written on it. Something with an s and c, cookies? Biscuits?

"Do you like scones? And how do you feel about blueberry flavoured scones?"

"Uhm, they're okay. I'm not that picky about food but do you have coffee?"

"Of course we do! What do you want?"

"Just coffee, black coffee."

"No milk?"

I shook my head.

"No sugar?"

Shook my head again.

"Evil!" Alexander gasped, handing me a scone.
I bit into it, lemon? I munched on it and it was certainly lemon. He had a blueberry one as the purple-blue filling was seen through it. I hummed, enjoying it and waiting patiently for my coffee.

"Are you enjoying it?" The boy acted like I murdered four people and felt incredibly fantastic after it.

"I won't repeat myself again."

"Huh? Most people don't like lemon scones..."

"By most people you mean you?" I giggled, taking another small bite.

Alexander placed a pastel dark blue cup filled with dark coffee with no milk or sugar on the island. We both sat down, talking. Talking about school, Theadora and Rebecca, his brothers and his grandfather. Shit! Jameson. Dead grandfather. Reading his will. I began to remember the stuff Jameson told me about last week.
'We're reading his will this week.' he said something along those lines.

"So what did you get?"

"From the will?"

I nodded, sipping my black coffee.

"My brothers and me will receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars apiece, on our twenty-fifth birthdays."

"My brothers and I."

"What?"

"You said, 'my brothers and me...' that's grammatically incorrect. But that's a lot of money."

"I guess but my brothers are not happy about it..."

"Why?"

"Because this girl- Avery Grambs- inherited forty six point two billion dollars."

"What?" I spat out, my eyes wide and full in shock.

I wasn't shocked that a random girl who they probably have never seen inherited that much money... I was shocked because his grandfather was a fucking billionaire!

"I don't really mind, though. I just miss him, you know. It's weird... I feel alone without him."

"It's far better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone."

"Ellen Burstyn?"

"Marilyn Monroe."

"Really?"

I hummed with a nod.