it was 1:15 pm and that meant that luke is coming back for the tutor session. after that whole emotional blow up i don't even know how this shit is going to be like.
i heard someone open the store door and immediately recognized the voice that greeted michael at the front. i closed my eyes and started taking deep breaths and pushed all my nerves deep inside of me.
luke came into the doorway with a very bored expression on his face and his shoulders were slumped. i rolled my eyes at his negative presence. he slammed himself down into the seat in front of me and brought his book bag over his shoulder and placed it violently on the table.
i raised my eyebrows and scolded him, he gave a short, fake smile and went back to his frown. i rolled my eyes and shook it off. i grabbed my math textbook and notebook out of my purse and placed it on the table. i flipped to the trig section and rotated the book so luke can read it properly.
i watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion while scanning the page with all the different examples and questions.
"what the fuck kind of language is this?" he said. i laughed quietly to myself.
"that, is what you have to learn before exam week." i answered, while pointing my finger at one of the pages.
"anna, this is literally some sort of foreign alien language." he pushed the book away from him, "i'm not going to be able to learn this in just weeks, this we literally take years!" he complained.
i closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself down before i blew up on this ignorant breadstick in front of me.
"luke, its just fucking math. if you try, and i mean actually try then it will eventually make sense. just throw away that whole 'i don't give a fuck' attitude and actually give a fuck for once, and actually put in effort, i promise you, you will pass." i explained, trying my best to get my point across.
he stared at me and slowly his smirk grew, "but babe, the chicks really dig the whole 'i don't give a fuck attitude'."
"asshole." i muttered.
//
after two whole fucking hours of explaining just the basics, luke finally left. i sighed in relief and let my head fall onto the wooden table. ashton came in and started giggling.
"aww, did wittle anna have a hard time teaching lukey some math?" he pouted and spoke to me like i was a two year old.
i lifted my head, "shut the fuck up, irwin. i need a shower. luke's germs came onto me when he touched my shoulder." i shuttered.
ashton raised his hands in defense, "woah chill anna. does he seriously drive you that insane?"
"yes!" i screeched, causing him to flinch, "sorry. its just- he's so fucking ignorant and i don't work well with ignorant assholes." ashton nodded.
"but then sometimes, he actually is okay. like he seems to actually try to understand and tries. and when he got an answer right, his eyes would just light up like he just won a billion dollars." i said slowly and softly. it was true, it felt nice when he looked so happy figuring out the answer. like this warm feeling would form in my stomach and i would snap myself back to reality.
ashton commented, "you're fucking whipped dude." and started laughing.
i gasped and threw one of my heels at him, "i am not you asswipe!" he quickly complained at how hurt he was and i brushed it off and demanded him to take me home.
while riding silently in the car, my phone vibrated, notifying me that i just got a text message.
unknown number: HEEEYYYYY
