His Lucky Charm(On Hold)

9. Yoda best Tutor!

I lay my head on my desk and sigh as the teacher collects our math test papers. I barely studied the previous night with L flapping around my ear and going on and on about his visit to Olympus and complaining about how he couldn't spend time with  Aphrodite.

"Ares should bathe once in a while, he doesn't bother to even change into normal clothes and sits through the meetings with his stinky armour on. I couldn't even see my darling amidst that big fat chunk of metal!"

I rub my drooping lids in frustration as I try to concentrate on the equations that seem to be dancing on my book, seeming to mock me.

"Are you listening? Hello. Hello!" he screams once again into my ear and proceeds to poke my head with his stubby finger.

"Hello!" I wake up with a start to see Jamie peering down at me with a look of disbelief on his face. "Are those dark circles? How long were you studying for last night?"

"Hmph, he didn't study too much," L mutters under his breath.

"And whose fault do you think that is?" I growl back, earning a confused look from Jaime.

"Um, yours?" he says, slowly backing up to his seat before I can come up with a good explanation. Sometimes I forget that people can't hear or see L.

Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Simmons steps into class with a file in her hands, making us all scramble back to our seats as she clears her throat. "So, there is going to be a school trip to Hawaii in two months-" she starts, but her voice is drowned by excited screams from the class.

She raises her hand, "I've not finished yet." Her firm glare causes everyone to stop talking. "Good, now since we aren't too happy with your grades, we've decided to conduct the tests before the trip and based on your performance, we get to decide whether you come or not. I want to see an improvement in everyone's grades, just work hard," she says as my classmates erupt into groans of displeasure.

"Remember, if you fail- you can kiss Honolulu goodbye."

I feel a tap on my shoulder, "I need help in Chem-" I raise my eyebrows questioningly. "-along with Math, Physics and a little bit of English," Jaime finishes, flashing me with one of his brightest Colgate smiles.

I fold my arms and scoff, "Noway, can't you just get a tutor? You barely listen to me." Though he is my best friend, he has the attention capacity of a fly, and I doubt I'll be able to teach him when I have a lot of studying to do as well. Why do you think all of his tutors have barely lasted a month? The longest he's had a teacher is for a month and 3 days, because she was pretty, is what he said.

"Please.." he begs as his mangly mop of red hair flops around his face as he bows repeatedly and begs, clutching my hands tightly. "Yoda best Tutor I know!" I roll my eyes, the nerve of this guy to use Star wars on me.

"And I could teach him... some style," L offers, glancing distastefully at his yellow shirt with green stripes.

"Hey, his style isn't that bad," I say defensively and L just shrugs before popping a marshmallow into his mouth. "You on the other hand need to stop eating. You're getting fat."

Jaime's eyes bulge out of their socket as his mouth parts in horror. "Are you calling me fat?" he sputters and he looks down to his stomach with his lips quivering. "I only ate a bag of Doritos today. Maybe that's it! I must have put on a kilo now!" He gasps.

Did I tell you that Jaime was a big hefty when he was young? Kids were mean then and used to call him 'His pudgyness', he still suffers from that trauma even now. He lost all that baby fat and I convince him everyday that he is fit. He still goes to the gym everyday though.