Need A Coffee Miss Hughes? (WLW)

Chapter 22

"Are you trying to get me to like you?"

HAHAHAHAHA. WHAT DOES SHE MEAN? WHAT DOES SHE MEAN???

Okay, calm down. She hasn't seen through your plan yet. Don't worry.

"Why? Is it working?" I ask, smirking. Wait, I meant 'what do you mean?' and not 'why is it working?'

Oh. CRAP. It's okay, she'll just take this as me flirting.

"No, not really. You're doing a horrible job," she says, shrugging nonchalantly.

We continue our walk, our steps perfectly in sync. The early morning sun casts long shadows on the pavement, and a few people pass us by on their morning jogs and walks. To an outsider, we probably look like two friends enjoying a morning stroll together.

"I think I'm doing a decent job," I retort, pouting dramatically and pointing a finger at her. "Tell me you didn't have fun earlier. Because with the way you were bullying me and knowing how you enjoy my misery, I can 100% say that you absolutely enjoyed it."

She sighs, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I'll have to agree with you there. That was quite an amusing experience."

She'll say anything but the words 'I had fun with you.' But she did agree, so I guess that's progress.

"How long have you played for?" I ask her, because there's no way she's just randomly that good. I'd start crying.

"Been playing since I was five, I guess. What about you?" she says, turning to face me.

"Hmmm, I've been playing since I was seven, I think, but I'm no footballer. I lean towards volleyball more. I bet I'd defeat you in that," I tell her, nudging her shoulder.

She chuckles, a warm sound that makes me smile. "I see. If only you were this determined in your academics, I'd have no stress about you failing," she says, glancing around at the people walking past us. Her voice is so soothing; I wish she'd just keep talking. It has this low tone, but it's also laced with some kind of drug. You just WANT to listen to her. 

Wait a minute, did she just admit that she thinks about me? Bitch, you're literally failing her class??

"I must be giving you a lot of stress for you to think about me," I grin, feeling a mix of mischief and surprise.

"I don't think you should be proud of failing my class," she tells me, furrowing her eyebrows. Her gaze is sharp, like she's trying to cut through my bravado.

I scoff, kicking a small pebble on the path. "I just don't like physics. I simply don't get it. No matter how much I try, it doesn't click for me," I admit, my voice tinged with frustration. I swear this subject is the only one I'm failing in.

She looks at me as if she's planning my murder, her eyes narrowing. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"Tell you what," she begins, her tone softer but still firm, "I'll give you extra classes since I'm pretty sure you have 0 knowledge about what I taught so far, but you'll have to genuinely practice the questions I give you. No half-assing them."

I look at her with disgust. Does she really think I'll volunteer to study extra for physics? The thought alone makes me shudder.

"Is there a reward?" I ask, hoping she says yes. At least the reward will keep me going. The morning sun glints off her eyes as she sighs, clearly exasperated.

"You are so...ugh, fine. What do you want?" she says, giving in. Her shoulders slump slightly, as if resigned to this inevitable negotiation.

I grin. Perseverance is truly a gift I have, bitches.

"I can ask for anything?" I ask, just to make sure. The breeze rustles the leaves overhead, and a dog barks in the distance.

"Yeah...?" She looks at me, now suspicious. Her eyes narrow again, and she crosses her arms over her chest.

I think about it for a second, tapping my chin theatrically. What is it that I want? The question hangs in the air as the sounds of the park surround us, creating a moment of suspense. I mean, I still have one wish yet to be granted. 

"How about, you come over for a meal first and then I'll ask for my reward?" I ask her, I am an amazing negotiator.

She raises her eyebrows, "I thought you'd forgotten about that." She says now folding her arms.

I tilt my head a bit, smirking, "Why? Were you looking forward to it?" 

She frowns, "Don't you have other people to flirt with?" 

I scoff, "No? Why would I flirt with people I don't want?" I tell her, continuing to walk in the direction we were walking.

"I don't even want to answer that. Fine, just tell me which day." She says, and walks past me. 

She isn't roasting me as much now, does she possibly like me now? I think im just being straight up delusional.

We part ways, since I have to get back home and work on the billion assignments we had for this weekend. Ugh, remind me why I chose these subjects again.

I feel like if I don't finish this year, the year will finish me. Quite literally end me. My dad was never really worried about grades nor felt that it was important to get straight As, but I just couldn't get a F. Like, he's paying for my fees, I shouldn't let it go to waste. 

But at the end of the day, I have a dinner date with the love of my life and another surprise reward. Maybe a kiss? Maybe a hug? Maybe both? Tune to find out. 

*I'm so extra my grandma would be so proud of me right now*

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Hiii guys, Short chapter, but it's ok I think I've come to the conclusion that I simply can't have a steady length. Hope you liked it!

I also did not mean for the previous chapter to be a cliffhanger it just happened. hehe.