Chasing for Answers

Chasing for Answers (Chap. 4)

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4. More Surprises

"Come with me, you two."

I stared at the woman in front of me with a confused look on my face.

"School," Tyson explained in a whisper.

Aw, crap. I forgot that just because I wasn't at home anymore, that didn't mean I didn't have to learn. Why did I only have to be seventeen?

"Hi, Bev," Tyson greeted the woman.

"It's Mrs. Killigan to you," she replied, but smiled.

He smiled back. "What is it first?"

"Mathematics."

"Fun," I mumbled softly enough that Tyson barely heard it.

He chuckled. "Trig?"

"Yes," Mrs. Killigan confirmed.

Well, at least I was still on the same level as I was in Glendale. Not that it was really a good thing.

Tyson nudged my side. "C'mon," he whispered. "Time to learn."

"Just what I wanted," I whispered back. I followed him as Mrs. Killigan turned and walked away.

We walked halfway across the set to an entirely different building, and walked up two flights of stairs into a private room, where our darling enemy, Keely, was sitting at a desk.

I groaned quietly, and sat at a desk two away from Keely. Tyson sat on my other side, most likely trying to get away from her as well. Keely's mouth gaped open. She couldn't blame me for where he decided to sit. It was her own fault that he avoided her like the plague.

"Could you three please sit closer to each other?" Mrs. Killigan asked.

Tyson unwillingly moved first, and sat in the desk right beside Keely, allowing me to only have to move over one, and still have distance from the girl.

"Thank you," I mouthed.

He smiled halfheartedly. He hated her as much as I did.

"Alright, you three," Mrs. Killigan began, tossing a Trigonometry textbook on each of our desks. "Please turn to page 127."

We did as we were told, and she began her tyrant through the section.

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"God, I never want to do that again."

Tyson smiled as we sat down to eat our lunch in the cafeteria.

"It's tough, I know," he said. "But we all have to go through it until we're 18."

"You're lucky," I said. "You turn 18 in less than a month."

He grinned wider and his eyebrows rose. "You know when my birthday is?"

I stared everywhere around the table but in his eyes.

"Well...?" he prodded.

"What can I say?" I replied hesitantly. "I'm a fan that has gone on to your IMDb page once or twice." Or a thousand times.

He nodded. "Do you have one of them yet?"

I shrugged. "Probably not. We haven't been filming long, and everyone probably still thinks Scarlet's doing the movie."