Knowing Jude

2. Nothing Will Be Happening On Fridays

2. Nothing Will Be Happening On Fridays

Jude Walker is the classic blond blue eyed beauty, trust me when I say.

Don't go getting any cute boy next door images in your mind, though.

Jude Walker is not cute, and he is not nice.

Well, that last one I don't know, but judging from my first ever proper meeting with him, which was a Math study session that ended ten minutes ago after lasting a mere ten minutes half of which we argued and the other managed to make a schedule, I can confidently say I didn't detect a single nice bone in his being.

Jude is hot.

That's right. I said not cute, hot.

He might be a jerk, but I'm a girl with eyes, and when I see eye candy I name it for what it is. I've been around the guy for three years, so I've seen his hotness a lot of times, but one thing is sure.

It never diminishes.

Sometimes when you get used to something it eventually loses its appeal after a while, but this one guy seems to get hotter and hotter as days go by.

Two days ago, my Maths teacher called me to her office, and told me there was a student who needs help with his Maths, and she asked me if I could offer to tutor him. I'm good at Maths, and always welcome a little practice, so I agreed.

I don't know who I had expected, but Jude had been a surprise.

School football team star Jude Walker, school bad boy Jude Walker.

The moment I left Ms. Fernandez's office, I did a bit of digging here and there, otherwise known as stalking.

Jude is not a dumb kid. In fact, I think he has more As on his transcript than I do. I was wondering why he needed my help when I noticed his Math grades. We were halfway through our last school year, and the highest he had managed was a B-, which compared to the rest of his subjects was poor.

He was going all out on As, I couldn't help but admire him.

I was a bit flabbergasted at his high grades, however. Let me just confess I was a victim of believing in the stereotype of dumb jocks.

If he wasn't so annoying, maybe I would like him a little.

We have successfully made a schedule, though I wouldn't exactly call it a schedule.

We have the days.

Not the time.

Which, if you ask me, makes the whole thing useless and pointless.

We cancelled out the days he has football practice, and the days I have club meetings.

Drama and Journalism which he says are too many.

Which leaves us with Tuesday and Friday.

"I'm pretty sure nothing will be happening on Fridays," he says as we head out of the library area.

"Why not?" I ask, irritated that he is making this hard, even though it's all for him.

He shrugs. "I mean, it's Friday," he says.

The reason of reasons, if you ask me.

"Why are we restricting ourselves to evenings, anyway?" he asks.

"You want to do it early in the morning before classes?" I suggest.

"Hell no, I barely get up in time for the first class."

Makes two of us.

"I'm saying four to six, and you?"

We walk in silence for a while.

"Only four hours per week?" he asks.

"I'm up for more, just give me the time," I say.

I literally have all the time in the world, since finding a job for after school has proved futile for me. I snicker mentally, remembering the annoying voice over my phone.

"How old are you?"

"Have you had any experience waitressing before?"

"I'm sorry, in that case we can't take you in, we need..."

Like what the fuck, it's a waitressing job, in a dingy restaurant at the very edge of town, not a hostess at a five star spa in the middle of the city or some shit like that.

"I'll let you know," Jude says as we come to the front of the school.

"Cool," I mumble, and start off on my way.

"Hey, wait," he calls, and I look back at him.

I stand still and wait for him to say something.

"Thanks for taking me up," he says, serious for once with no trace of humour in his voice.

I shrug. "It's a way of revision for me," I answer and turn away, and this time he doesn't call me back.

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