Runterra High: The Charmer Who Cried Politics

Rich Suburbs and Piltover Streets

Xayah's watch beeped. 2 hours and 15 minutes left to 6 PM. Indeed, she has to make every minute count on tutoring Rakan. If he was even interested to listen at the first place, then it would be easier for Xayah to tutor him.

And one question... Why does he live so far? And why does he have no bike?

Xayah followed Rakan to his house, where he openly admits that it is the best choice over the library. She assumed it had something to do with the big blast or something loud coming from the library one day. The suburbs were pretty neat for Piltover taste. Every house had a mailbox, and some had some unattended mail. Each front lawn looked like it was tended to. Especially at one's home whose lawn was quite a masterpiece. Brambleback Roses and Sentinent Violets... Galibana Lilies... She was awed by the beautiful sight. Felt like something she would see on some nature poster of Runterra forests.

Rakan tapped her shoulder and waved his hand in front of her. She looked at him; his voice unheard.

She took off her earphones. No longer she was listening to Synth-Chill. Finally Rakan's voice entered her ears.

"I see you're awed by Mr. Ivern's garden."

Ivern's garden. So that must be his house. I wouldn't be surprised if it was him. He is so passionate on nature.

"My house is just around the corner. Let's go."

She didn't want to leave, but she had to. She got a deal to uphold, and a good deal at that.

One turn around the corner; Rakan's house came into view.  Bright. Tall. 3 storeys high. Almost looks like something out of a home magazine.

As they came in to the house, she noticed first the entire living room. Large screen tv, luxurious couches, and a table in front of it. And on that table, a home magazine. With Rakan and 2 other people.

First, no surprise his home is featured.
Second, must be his parents beside him.

"So! We can study here-"

"Drop the remote, Rakan."

Rakan had the TV remote grasped at his hand. Xayah has rules on studying. One and only rule. NO distractions. (Next to NO hunger and NO cramming and NO overworking.)

"Fine. Just... Hit it, Xayah. How much for an hour?"

"What?"

"I mean... You gotta have some cost. Nothing is free, after all."

Xayah never thought that through. I mean, sure she can ask for a hundred an hour but the thing is that both him and her must agree. She doesn't have any more time to debate. She'll go lower than she'd want.

"15 per hour. Final offer." Xayah offered her hand.

Rakan looked at her puzzled. He wondered why would she ask so low. It was beyond him. He wouldn't like that type of offering price. This person here is spending her precious time to tutor him. He was willing to offer more.

"Make it 25. No need to ask why."

She looked at him dead eyed. "Is there a catch?"

"No catch at all."

"What's in your other hand?"

"A whole lot of nothing." He showed his other hand hiding away from her view. Rakan asked why reveal the other hand.

"Just to see you aren't double crossing me."

"Why would I double cross a honest girl?"

Disgusted, Xayah scoffed, "Shut up and get your notebook out."