Chapter four.
I don't know how I ended up in Scott's house, actually. I guess it was because of his constant, irritating insistence on him helping me with chemistry as, let's face it, I'm shit at subjects which involve numbers. I didn't know it was so obvious that I can't seem to understand a single thing. However, I refused to take his offer more a less eight times but, after Hayley practically stabbing me with her pen if I didn't accept his help only because of my stubbornness, I had to say yes.
The thing is, I'm in his living room, uncomfortable as hell, waiting for him to come back from wherever he went. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. It was a bad idea. I'm standing here while he may be in his room or in the bathroom or whatever. Maybe if I leave right now he won't even notice...
"So, shall we start?" his voice startles me.
"Oh, uhm, yeah... sure" I rush the words. What the fuck's wrong with me?
"Do you want something to drink?" he asks over his shoulder while we walk inside the kitchen.
"Okay, but only if you drink too" I say nonchalantly but he looks at me like if I had grown two heads.
"And what if I don't want to and you do? You won't drink anything because of me?"
"I guess so" I shrug. "No big deal..."
"Nope" he popps the 'p', "that's not how it works, young lady. Come on, what do you want? Coffee? Tea? Juice?"
"Hmm, okay..." Young lady? What the hell? "I guess a coffee will be fine."
"Right. Milk?" he says while taking a mug out of the cupboard.
"No, thanks."
"Sugar?" he speaks again and a soft chuckle escapes my lips. "What?" he looks at me with a playful look in his eyes.
"Nothing" I shake my head, "you just ask too many questions. And yes, please. Only a spoonful of sugar."
"We aim to please" he smiles, quoting something that I can't seem to remember, "two coffees will be then."
"I thought you weren't going to drink anything?" I look at him confused.
"Just a supposition" he shrugs, "but I got you to tell me what you wanted." I frown as a smirk appears on his lips.
After he finishes preparing the beverages, we sit by the kitchen island and he spends an hour and a half trying to make me understand the first two excersices, which envolve four chemical equations extremely hard to solve, from my point of view. The sequence keeps repeating: he reads the sentence, he explains how to solve it, I nod with understanding, but then I fail misserably when I try to do as he told me to.
"God, explaining this to you is like trying to teach my grandmother how to use a computer" he huffs.
"I don't understand where to put these stupid letters!" I complain.
"You don't understand because you're not paying attention" he scolds me.
"No, I don't understand because you're a bad teacher."
"If you at least tried to understand, then you would."
"I'm trying over here but I can't do this if you keep using all these weird words like isotope, or mass number. What the hell does that even mean?"
"I explained it to you like two minutes ago!" he groans and throws his hands in the air in frustation.
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"No. You. Didn't."
"Yes. I. Did."
"Okay stop it."
"You stop it."
"No, you stop it."
"No, you."
And at this point we're glaring at each other, no more than a few inches separating our faces —as cliché as it sounds.
You really need to stop it, my subconscious advices me and I decide to do as she says for my sake.
"Maybe we need to go get some air..." I suggest, slowly backing away.
"Yeah" he carefully agrees and stands up, offering his hand to help me get down the stool.
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We walk down the street to the nearest park, the one that I used to go to when I was younger. It's been so long since the last time I came here, and I think to myself that I should come more often. It used to be so beautiful; I remember coming to the playground with my sister. She would push me into the sandbox and then laugh at me, but I would pull her down with me and we ended up bursting into laughter, none of us caring about my mom scolding us for dirtying our clothes. Those were good days, when Audrey wasn't so shitty to me... But it's a nice park, even though the playground is now barely existent. There are slightly worn wooden benches under every tree that lines the pathway, some of them covered in the recently fallen brown and yellow leaves.
After walking quietly and sitting on one of the benches, we stay there, facing each other in complete silence for what seems like forever, and my mind unconsciously makes its way towards that weird place where wondering why a boy like Scott would be stuck here trying to teach chemistry to such a stupid girl like me, when he could just leave and be with plenty of other girls way prettier than me. Not that he's here for anything other thing than just helping me out, but I can't find a reason why he would rather do that instead of doing any other thing.
Oh god, I really need to stop with these thoughts.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel something that taps my forehead. I glance around but it takes me no longer than a few seconds to realize the soft chuckles coming from Scott's mouth.
"Hey! What was that for?" I glare at him.
"That was for being so stubborn, and this," he grabs another stick —a bigger one this time— and throws it to my face again, "this is for not listening to my explan-"
But he is cut off by a handful of grass shoved —by me, obviously— into his mouth.
"Oh my god! I can't believe you actually did that" he says with disgust and tries desperately to take the grass out of his mouth, while I try, in vain, to control my laughter. "Stop laughing!" he says and tries to silence me by covering my mouth but he's only making it funnier. "Man, I just threw a stick to you, I didn't make you eat it." He continues complaining and untangles some grass from his teeth. Well, maybe I took it too far, but it's funny. "My turn, lady" he says and before I can move, he pulls me onto a mattress of leaves and starts tickling my stomach.
"No... plea... please... s...stop!" I try to say between giggles and I try to kick him off of me but instead I push one of his arms and he slips and falls on my chest. I feel like the air is drained from my whole body as his eyes meet mine and his breath gently tickles my nose.
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A/N (I'll try not to make this one so long): Hi! It's been a whileeeeeee. Well, I know this kind of sucks but I guess it's something. I've been trying to write something a little bit longer but you know what they say, if you don't feel like writing, then don't (because then it sucks. If that even makes sense...) I've written this whenever I felt the need to do it, so I hope you like it, and if you don't, it's okay, I'm not so proud of it either lol.
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