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No, be Median or Mode

I knock on the door; I really hope this tutor session goes better than the last. Contrary to last week Noah opens the door in an ever so slightly groggy state, also known as, just gotten out of bed. I keep my eyes trained to his face, but I can't help looking at his perfectly sculpted abs, which he doesn't even have the energy to smirk at.

"C'mon in" He grumbles and I hang my cardigan on one of the hooks in his hall, I am already relishing in the air conditioned house, it has all of a sudden gotten quite hot (weather wise you pervs) which is annoying.

Noah stumbles into the kitchen and I follow, seating myself down on one of the stools at a huge, shiny island.

"Do you want me to cook breakfast for you?" I ask noticing him contemplating whether to go upstairs and shower, or eat breakfast. He hesitates before answering,

"Yes please, I'll pay extra" He says scratching the back of his neck, he darts out of the kitchen and I laugh to myself, the bad boy is a mess in the mornings; noted for future teasing.

*

Noah walks in just as I place an assembled breakfast on the counter, he is now fully dressed with damp hair, again. He sits down and I sit across from him, I drum my fingers on the counter, this is awkward.

"So...Um, what do you need help with?" I stop drumming and look him in the eye

"Everything?" He seems unsure, how on earth could he possibly need help with everything, then it dawns on me,

"You don't go to lessons do you?" I watch his expression as it goes to amusement

"No, I do, but me, plus any girl, equals make out session rather than algebra. I mean who would pick algebra over making out?" I frown at him

"People who want a future" I say rudely, as he finishes his breakfast and gets up to put his plate in the sink.

"I'm rich, I already have a future" He replies snootily, and I sigh

"Yeah, and what if suddenly something happens, then you might lose your richy richness." He turns around, his eyes cold, they were warning me to shut up but I didn't, why oh why I didn't I'll never know.

"Like what?" His cold voice makes me want to jump off a cliff but I keep my ground

"I dunno, your Ma dies?" I shrug, he glares at me, shooting daggers out of his eyes that pierced my fragile heart.

"How can you say that so fucking casually?! " He shouts at me and I wince, shit.

"No! I didn't mean it like that! I just mean..." I trail off again then remember last week, sense of déjà vu anyone? But I hurry to repair my mistakes "I just mean, your future won't be guaranteed, you have to prepare! Lets just please focus on maths so I can do what I came here to do, not argue about something that's probably never going to happen."

I suddenly get a flashback of my parents and I stumble back, grabbing onto the counter to keep myself upright. I start breathing a little harder and I bite my lip. No, no please, not in front of him. Anyone but him! I taste blood and am reminded of the situation, I count in my head and thankfully manage to slow my breathing. Even more fortunately, it seems to go unnoticed.

"It's already happened"

He mumbles incredibly quietly but I catch it, oh god. Does this mean his Mum is dead? Blood pounds in my ears as his words replay over and over again in my head. I glance to the floor and clear my throat, "Lets do some work..."

"Okay"

After recovering from our fight, we seem to get along all right. I teach him and he practices using the questions in the book, he grasps everything easily and if he were just to pay attention in class, he would actually be pretty good at maths. Although not as good as me, wink wink. My phone rings and we both jump, I laugh and mumble a quick sorry then go out into the hall to answer my phone.

Noah's POV

She gets up and goes out of the hall, and to be perfectly honest, I can't help but try to eavesdrop.

"Sono nonna," Is that Grandma? "ma ora non è il momento migliore per chiamare ... Potrebbe chiamare più tardi?" Wait, what?! She can speak... Italian I think that is? She's talented! My Mum tried to teach me Spanish when I was growing up, but apparently I didn't get anything. Like, nothing, nil, nada.

I am reminded of when Kayleigh said "I dunno, your Ma dies?"

She should be grateful she has a Mother! I don't. But I guess she doesn't know. I look down at my paper; she really has helped me though. She is a great teacher, much better than Mr.-pot-belly-Thomas, she is so patient with me and explains everything really simply, I should be more thankful. She is also a really nice person, also funny. Although I feel like something is off with her, after she had a little rant at me, she found it hard to breathe by looks of it, but that's not exactly my business.

She came back in and sat down, she seemed evidently happier, probably her boyfriend or something. 

"C'mon, lets get back to work"

*

"So if x plus y equals to 1, and x and y are in the ratio 1 to 3, what would they be?" She asks whilst writing it down in her large, bubbly handwriting.

"Ummm, I don't know" I reply, teasing her

"Don't be stupid, I know you know" She rolls her eyes

"Don't be mean" I reply playfully whining

"No, be median or mode" She laughs, and I can't help but join her, how can she even make maths funny? This girl is a piece of work, I tell you, she's so different to every other girl who I've met, admitted I only meet the ones who throw themselves at me, but still.

I cast a glance at the clock and see that it's 3:35, wow; we spent three hours on maths. She notices me looking and gasps out loud, "Wow, we spent three hours on maths," She says, voicing my thoughts exactly, creepy "I should probably get going now" She stands up and collects her stuff and I remember her pay, which I stupidly forgot last time.

I take my wallet out from my pocket and dish out £70, £30 for both sessions and £10 as a tip and thank you for breakfast. She watches me in awe, most likely because of my money. I hand it to her and she counts it out and tries to hand £30 back to me.

"Here, take this back, I didn't tutor you last week, we didn't get a chance" I shake my head and stubbornly put my hands behind my back.

"Sorry, no can do, you still came," She folds her arms and glares at me,

"But I didn't do my job, take it back" I sigh, doesn't she realize I'm not going to give in?

"No"

"Fine I'll leave it on the counter" I shake my head

"And I'll put it in your locker, for gods sake just take the money Kayleigh, we have enough of it, and it's my fault you didn't tutor me, I'm stubborn so give in."

She sighs, realizing my valid points and nods. She slings her bag over her shoulder and I walk her to the door. My large frame towering over her small frame, she opens the door and I quickly hand her her cardigan.

"See you at school" I smile and she smiles back

"Thanks" She gestures to her cardigan "Bye"

I watch her walk down the path, the breeze flows through her dark brown hair, beautiful.

Can I just say awkward is such a hard word to write! I always always always spell it wrong somehow. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please vote and comment your thoughts or any tips! Tell your potted plants!

Thea x