Teach me, love

Chapter 5

Pat's POV

"What're gonna do tonight? My parents are out so we could go over to my place and make out or something.." Pau mumbled as we exited the school, packs and packs of many other students just awaiting this very moment sprung out with us. I ruffled up my boyfriend's hair with a smile, "I was thinking of heading over to Walmart later on, I found ten dollars off the floor and I was just gonna buy a snack, I'll save the remaining money for real things that I need."

Pau nodded understandingly, slyly brushing his hand against mine. I knew that he was desperately wanting my hand in his, I wasn't gonna lie, I was waiting till we would get out of site of others just so I could snuggle the little fucker in my hoodie.

"Pat! Pat!" I overheard a voice calling me, kind of taking me by shock when I turned over to see..
Tord?
Wait, Tord is coming here still?

"Tord?" The both of us raised our eyebrows in unison, obviously being extremely confused with Tord's comeback. He still looked the same as he did in summer school. Those scruffy horns, the red undershirt with the black hoodie over, those baggy pants, that untied shoe, and who could forget about that strong accent of his. He paused in our places just to let Tord sprint his way over here, the look on his face indicated that he was overwhelmed about how many people were here in this school.

"Oh, hey, Tord, how are you?" I hummed at the panting Norwegian boy.
Now, here's the thing, I don't really know know Tord that much, honestly I just met him in summer school to be exact. Oh, and how? Extra credit is the babe, and man is that going to help me this year. I mean, not to be a bitch or anything but I kinda don't need it but maybe it'll excel me higher so I could get in a really good college and buy a pretty fairy cottage for Pau and I. Well, anyways, I was introduced by the teachers on the first day for this program thing. It was to help out others who needed more help than others. Like kids who didn't understand certain maths or needed help on an assignment. So volunteering work basically.

But this was obviously another case.

The school has looked at my record, my grades, talked to teachers about me and they gave me a paper to offer me to help out some kid who was new here in London from Norway. He mainly spoke Norwegian, a little bit of English but it wasn't really anything that'll make exact sense, so they told me to just give flashcards to help and such. At first I said no, but then they have gotten to a low point where they were begging me, they told me that they didn't have any people who would do it and they chose me because I was quote "an extremely good kid and Jesus please can you do this please" unquote.

When I first met Tord, he was understandably quiet and very stubborn when asking to do things he didn't want to do, such as introduce himself to me and shake my hand. I could see why, honestly. I mean, a new school full of people who speak the exact same language that you do not speak at all. It was fine, but it did take a while for a little of his colors to show. He was kind of a little bitch if you thought about it. Excuse me rudeness, but fuck, one second his mouth is sewn shut and then he's got a smug face planted on him and flicking at the flashcards to fall off the table. Kind of a dick, but maybe that's how things were at his school.

This tutoring relationship didn't last long, it was only a month long before summer school was over and I paid my goodbyes to the boy and I never saw him again, until now.
It looked like he's grown quite a lot since I've seen him. I'm, probably 5'11 right now and he looked maybe even an inch taller than last year. Just one inch shorter than me. Not bad, Tord, not bad, have you been drinking milk lately?