Surviving The Devil

21. Troublemaker

CHAPTER 21: Troublemaker

I slammed the mathematics textbook on the table, making a loud noise. Running my fingers through my hair, frustrated by his repetitive behaviour. Looking in Henry’s direction with narrowed eyes, I spoke, “I can’t do this anymore.”

And after that, I got up and began to walk toward my room. Henry’s footsteps followed me and he called, “Please, I promise to understand faster the next time.”

I turned to him swiftly and yelled out, “Understand faster? I have been trying to explain it from the last two hours.”

“I am a little slow.” he spoke, but with shame but like it was a thing to be proud of.

I crossed my arms over my chest and said, “It was simple multiplication, Henry. And I bet you have studied that before and not the first time in your sophomore year.”

“I promise, I have forgotten how to do it.” he said in fake innocence.

“I am not dumb, kid. I know you’re doing so on purpose, to annoy me.” I stated and turned around again, only to be stopped by his whispering voice again.

“Now that you already know, Hitler.” I turned to him to see his shocked face and stared at him angrily.

“I heard that, idiot.” I said in a firm voice.

But he being the person unaffected by any kind of insult, I had to finally give up and say, “That’s it, I’ll talk to Gran right now and tell her that I won’t be able to tutor you anymore.” I paused and then continued in a much higher voice, “Because you’re a major pain in the arse.”

He looked at me with confusion and asked, “Are you British?”

Surprised by his strange question, I had no choice but to answer, “No.”

“Then why did you say ‘arse’?” he asked, staring at me to get the answer as fast as possible.

Arching my eyebrow, I asked, “So you know that ‘arse’ is a British slang but not how to multiply?”

He just shrugged his shoulder and made a face which I have been tortured by from the three weeks of tutoring that annoying boy.

Shaking my head disappointedly at his behaviour, I walked out of the apartment and in front of Gran’s and rang the bell.

“Please Jade, don’t do it. My mom will kill me if she’ll come to know.” Henry begged, while I stood there with confident of not backing out.

“Start creating your bucket list then.” I spoke.

“You’re so mean.” he cried out, stomping his foot on the floor.

“And you’re so dead.” I said with amusement, and that was the moment when the door finally opened.

Gran’s sleepy face appeared, making me feel guilty for waking her up.

“Sorry Gran, were you asleep?” I asked when she opened the door for us.

“Oh no. It was right that you came as I had to wake up during this time, you acted like an alarm clock.” she chuckled. I smiled along with her and then entered in, with Henry following me awkward, still making pleading faces to convince me.

“So, how can I help you, Cookie?” Gran asked, sitting on her chair with a mug of tea.

“I want this kid dead.” I spoke, pointing at Henry. But seemed like it was too surprising for Gran as she lost her grip on the mug and it fell on the floor, breaking into large pieces.