i took a quick shower whilst notti was doing whatever and when i finished getting dressed and i was pulling my socks on my phone rang and i obviously answered it.
"hello." a deep, raspy voice said.
not like a friendly hello more like an annoyed sort of angry hello.
"hi."
"what you need help with?" he asked and i put my phone on my vanity.
"um the conjugations."
"don't you know spanish?"
"yea. but idk what all this means." i replied knowing i'm definitely lying.
"right. well idk how yu want me to explain it cuh i aint a teacher."
"aren't you like a smartypants?"
"no. don't ever say that again."
"or what."
"aii bye."
"no sorry. i need help. really." i replied and he sighed.
"i'll just give you the answers tomorrow."
"it's due tomorrow."
"okay? its a little late not that deep."
"can't you just help me now?"
"your asking for a lot right now." he replied and i sighed.
"fine. i'll just get help from somebody else."
i was about to hang up but he stopped me.
"wait."
"hm?"
"i'll tell you the answers."
"no i don't want you to tell me the answers i just want help."
"i don't like talking."
"i can tell." i mumbled running my fingers through my hair.
"face time me." he said sighing.
"wut?"
"arora you deaf or sum?" he asked before hanging up.
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