Of Jerks & Drama

Chapter 6

More of Foster's assholery in moment ;)

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"...so the number that doesn't have a coefficient," Mateo says slowly, pointing at the first half of the sum. "You bring it out of the bracket."

He has explained this particular sum to  me three good times and I still fail to get, but I nod my head vigorously to show him I'm following so I don't annoy him.

"Then you multiply the number by the second half." He quickly does that at the speed of lightening and then turns back to me. I look at him blankly and he laughs.

"I'm sorry Mateo," I run my hands through my curls, shifting my weight from one thigh to another as we are currently sitting by the island in the kitchen. "You're a really great tutor and I appreciate everything you've done so far. I promise you if you're teaching anyone else, they'll get it in an instant. I'm just not the brightest you see." I ramble.

His eyebrows knits together. "You're smart Riley, you just don't know it yet."

I raise an eyebrow at his odd comment but let it slide and pull the text book towards me. "Go over it again?"

Before Mateo could have time to answer, the back door opens abruptly, causing me jolt, Mateo didn't even seem phased.

Since the door was located in the kitchen, we can see who it was in an instant and I groan loudly.

His piercing blue eyes lands on us and he stomps in.

"Why is he here?" Foster growls, his voice like venom.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you here?"

Mateo blinked at us multiple times. He probably thought we were going to still be friends after nine years.

Now what I don't understand is why Foster is so jealous, anytime I'm with Mateo he grows more sour than he already was.

"I asked first." He said going through the pantries.

I get up and shove him aside but he doesn't even budge. "What's your deal? Coming in, and acting like you own the place."

I finally grew a pair.

"Well," He turns to me. "If you must know, there's a spare key in here somewhere."

I pointed towards the counter he stood in front of and turned and grabbed them.

Foster walks towards the exit but before glaring at Mateo — who has been waiting patiently — and at his textbook and then he stopped.

"Is that Algebra?" He asks, on the verge of laughter.

"No it's English." I flatly reply. "Now get out!"

He waves me off before continuing. "You need a tutor in Algebra Riley? Didn't know you were that stu—"

"She asked you to leave!" Mateo says, loud and firm. I swear all the things in here shook, me including.

I've always heard rumors about how Mateo could literally kill you with just his looks and what happened at the last game our basketball team played against the rivalry team — Southvale snipers.

One of the Southvale players was caught travelling with the ball — and i totally believe this part because they're a bunch of cheats — by Mateo but the referee didn't see him do it so the game went on. Then during half time, a fight broke out between three of our players — Mateo, Jay and Lolo — and two of theirs. And things went spiral from there.

Most people are scared of Lolo, Mateo and Jay but they fear Mateo more.

I wasn't one of them. I've never seen them in action, and I wasn't really moved by rumors.

The two guys built like Greek gods stood in my kitchen, throwing glares at each other, leaving me shift my wait awkwardly in the corner of the room.

Foster was the first one to break their intense stare off and walked out the door, slamming it behinds him.

"Sorry." I mutter after a minute and take my former position on my stool next to Mateo. "He's jerk."

"No kidding."

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