My Tutor? // Calum Hood

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

IF YOU WATCH OUAT THERE IS A SPOILER HERE FROM SEASON THREE. JUST SAYING. ANYWAYS YOU HAVE TO READ IT SO HA! xD

~~~~In Calum's room~~~~

We were obviously in Calum's room, both of us on the comfy floor. I wanted to go to the green bean bag, though, but I wasn't that comfortable to just go and sit over there. Since we aren't exactly friends. I was waiting for him to finish his question.

"Are you done?" I asked him.

"Yeah, your turn." He handed me the papers.

We were doing the assignment by turns. Since we had to read an essay, in French, and answer some questions, in French, we took turns answering the questions. I was having a hard time answering the questions I had no idea about, though. So I secretly turn around and look in Google for a translator. Well I thought I was secretly doing it.

"You know, I've already seen you cheat. Why do you keep turning around?" I widened my eyes and chuckled, a bit embarrassed.

"Well, cause I think that maybe you're a blowmouth. I just don't wanna take risks, just case."

"Blowmouth?"

"Yeah, like you're gonna tell on me to the teacher."

"I'm not a blowmouth. It shocks me that you think I am."

"It shocks you?" When did he start talking like that? "You are friends with Sebastian."

"That doesn't mean I'm bad." He argued.

"Still, I'm not taking chances."

A few seconds passed until he said, "Okay"

"Okay?" He's fine with it?

"Are you done?"

I look at the paper. I haven't written a single word since he gave me the paper back. I sighed and fell to the ground. I laid there for a few seconds with my eyes closed.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't understand anything." I opened my eyes and looked at him,"Even with the translator. Some words stay French and I have to stay there and guess what the F it means."

"Those translators suck."

"I know."

*Silence*

"My sister knows French." He sighed, scratching both of his eyes.

I sat up,"She does?"

"Yeah, she took classes with our teacher when she was in high school. I'll go look for her since both of us seem to be stuck." He got up.

"Okay"

He went outside and I stayed there. I smirked evilly as I see the bean bag. Okay... I've NEVER been in a bean bag, that's why I want to be in it. I got up and threw myself in the huge bean bag. I cuddled there, in its soft fur. It was fluffy, so fluffy.

It hasn't been really awkward. Sometimes we did small talk about school and about the teachers we hated or about how the cafeteria food seems a bit better since they change the old lady with weird hair. Other times it was quiet as he did the work and I scrolled through my Instagram feed. It wasn't awkward. It was as if we were just hanging out in his room.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He had a cup in his hands. His sister was behind him with two cups. "Nothing"

"Got some water" He sipped the water from his cup. His sister, Mali, after making a face behind him, making me laugh, walk in a gave me the cup of water,