"Alright," I said as we sat down at a table. "Where do you want to start? Mr. Brown said that you need help in all subjects."
Braxton glared at me. "Does it look like I give a f***?"
"Language, sir." I said automatically. Then I blushed. "Sorry. I mean, please don't swear around me."
Braxton raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Um...well...because I choose to surround myself with things clean. And language like that isn't exactly clean," I stutter. "I would like for you to respect that and use clean language around me, please."
"Whatever," Braxton sighed, stretching his arms over his head. "Let's just start this fu- I mean stupid study thing." He glanced at me.
I smiled softly. "Okay. First up, math."
***
An hour later, I felt like I was going to pull out my hair. No matter how I tried to explain it, he just didn't seem to get it.
"Okay, Braxton. I'm going to explain it one last time. See this side of the traingle? That's the base," I said, pointing to the triangle's bottom. "This is the hypotenuse, and this is the leg."
"I don't get it. Why isn't the base the leg? Why can't the hypotenuse be the base?" Braxton said, pointing to the different parts.
I sighed. "Because that's the way it is. Do you really need an explanation for every single little thing?"
"Maybe," he responded, a sly grin appearing on his face.
"That was a rhetorical question. I give up," I groaned, closing the textbook. "Let's move onto English. It's my best subject."
Braxton pulled out an English book and opened it up. I looked over his shoulder. "Alright, it's Shakespeare."
He scratched his head. "Yeah. It's so weird and hard to read! Who even says fu- I mean freaking 'thou' or 'thee'?"
"That's how they talked back then," I explained. "Here, I'll explain it to you."
***
"Get it?" I asked."I guess. 'Thee' and 'thou' mean 'you', and 'thine' is 'mine'. Right?"
I grinned. "Yes!"
Just then, his phone rang.
"What's up?" Braxton answered. There was a muffled response on the other end.
I started putting my books away, trying my best not to eavesdrop.
"Well tell her that I won't be avaliable tonight," Braxton responded.
Seconds ticked by.
"Tell her I won't fu- I mean freaking see her tonight. She can just get the hel- uh, heck out of there," Braxton stuttered, glancing at me. After another minture, he hung up.
"I gotta go," he mumbled, swiping his stuff into his bag. He got up to leave.
As Braxton walked away, against my better judgement, I called out to him.
"Thank you, Braxton."
He turned. "For what?"
I blushed. "For not cussing around me. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. See you tomorrow?"
I smiled. "Yeah. See you."
***
That night, I skyped my best friend. Big mistake.
"OMGOSH KYLEE HE TOTALLY LOVES YOU!!!"
I winced at Rosie's volume. "Jeez, Rosie. Tone it down, will ya?"
She just rolled her eyes. "What-ever. The boy's head over heels for you!"
"No, Rosie. Braxton Shaw is not in love with me, nor will he ever be. I just tutor him for Pete's sake!"
Rose wagged her finger in my face- well, in the computers face. "Nuh-uh! You've asked lots of guys not to cuss around you, but did they listen?"
"No."
"But when you asked Braxton, he did stop. Right?"
I sighed. "Yes. He tried."
Rose grinned. "I rest my case. Braxton Shaw totally loves you."
"Oh my gosh, Rose. You're impossible!" I cried, exasperated.
"So you admit it! Oh my goodness, Kylee! You can he'll get converted and baptized, go on a mission, you guys get married- in the temple, of course- and then you have babies! You guys will make such adorable babies!!" Rose squealed, clapping her hands.
"Ugh. I give up," I groaned.
Rose ignored me. "Okay, but you guys need a ship name. How about like...um...Kraxton or Brylee? I like Brylee the best!"
"Okay, sure, whatever," I muttered. "Hey, listen. I gotta go, it's getting late and I still have a bunch of homework to do. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okie dokie! Bye, Brylee!!"
Ugh.
"Bye Rosie."
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