Tender Conversations | ✓

8

"What shall we do on this fine day, Ven?" Grant asks on Monday afternoon. His feet are propped up on a chair, and his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows like always.

"Stop existing."

Grant whistles, "Dark."

"Like my soul."

"I don't know whether to find you charming or scary."

"..."

"It's official. You're scary."

"..."

"Hey," Grant asks, concerned, "what happened?"

"I failed a test," I groan, head in my heads.

"How bad?"

I squeeze my eyes shut, "Sixty-four percent."

"What subject?"

"Calc."

"I can tutor you."

I almost laugh at that prospect, but then I remember not to judge a book by its cover.

"You take Calc?"

"Mmhm."

"You're smart."

"Sure," he shrugs, "I mean, I'm in the same AP Government class as you...? And almost everything else...?"

"I still didn't peg you as a school person."

He laughs, "I'm not. I just get things."

"Stop rubbing it in."

"As far as I know, you're better at everything than me."

"Not Calculus."

"Fuck Calculus."

"Will you really help me?"

"'Course."

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This update is super fancy.

I love it.

I mean, just look: UNDERLINED THINGS.

--thyselves