Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 9 Page 27 or 57?

AN: Hey guys! I'm back!!! This chapter is kinda important, so yeah...FIRST EVER TUTORING SESSION!!! Please keep in mind that Chase is not thrilled to be tutoring another student instead of training. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

"I am so sorry about that. My dad usually isn't that formal. Or protective. He's normally-"

"Avalon," Chase cut me off. "it's fine. Let's just start studying. What do you want to start with?" he asked in a bored voice, taking a seat on my blue desk chair.

Jeez, he's just as monotone as Mr Brian. He wasn't that boring at lunch though...

"Umm, how about english. That's where I need the most help," I informed him, claiming my spot on the edge of my bed, facing Chase. He sighed and dropped his backpack onto my floor.

"Alright, grab your literacy book and turn it to page 57. That's the chapter on propaganda."

"You knew that off of the top of your head?" I asked him. His eyes widedned the slightest bit and he twisted himself in the spinning chair.

"Uh, no...I, umm, just remember what Mrs. Bowers told me to help you with."

Okay then...Let me jut find my...Oh, no.

"Uh, Chase? I left my literacy book in my locker."

He looked at me with a confused expression.

What? It's possible to forget something every once in a while!

"You left it in your locker?" he mimicked, trying to make sure he heard me right.

"Yeah, I couldn't get it open, so I just left with the books I already had."

"Okay, I guess you can use the one I borrowed from Adam. I already know enough about propaganda," he mumbled with an unnecessarily long sigh, opening his backpack. He handed me a thick book identical to the one I had stashed away in my locker.

Chase saw the quizzical look I gave him and asked, "What?"

"You just happened to have your brother's book in your bag?"

"Well, I wanted to make sure we had the same books. You guys are in basic English. I'm in AP Literature. There's quite a difference."

Whatever.

I quickly scammed over the page numbers in search of the page.

"Okay, page 57. Found it."

Chase looked at his book, which sat in my lap, and knitted his eyebrows together.

"Thats page 27, Avalon."

Oops...

"Oh, my bad," I mumbled. As I was turning the pages, I saw Chase roll his eyes at me.

"Is this it?" I asked him. Again, he peered over at his book. This time, he nodded.

"Now read that page and I will ask you questions about propaganda afterwards."

Uh, problem.

"Chase, I can't read this," I told him. He shot me another one of his blank stares.

"Then go get your glasses. You found them, didn't you?"

Shoot! He remembered!!!

"Um, yes. I did find them. But then I accidentally broke them," I lied. He let out a small sigh and came to sit by me on the bed.

"Okay, I'll read it with you."

About three minutes later, we went through the whole page, and I understood all of it. I knew what I was supposed to know.

But that wasn't the problem. That was never the problem. I always knew this kind of stuff. It was reading and writing I struggled with. They're building block skills. Everything we do in school somehow connects with them. I can't write, I fail science because I can't compose a proper lab report. I can't read, I fail history because I can't see the questions on a test properly.

"So do you get it now?" Chase grinned.

"Yeah, I get it," I lied while staring down at the incomprehensible literacy book.

"Great. Let's take a look at math."

Yeah, cause that's gonna turn out any different.

"Since my book is Algebra II and your still at Basic Math, I'll just make up some equations for you to solve. Adam didn't have his math book," Chase said to me, sliding a piece of notebook paper over to my lap.

"Umm, okay," I mumbled, anticipating a really hard problem.

"2x+8=18," he listed for me. I held my pencil over the paper and tried to think of what to write.

5x•16? No, that's not right. 2-x? No, that's even farther off. x=18? UGH!

"Chase, can you write down the equation for me?"

He just sighed, again, and said,"Avalon, you need to put in some effort here. I can't be doing all of the work for you."

Is that what he thinks? I'm not putting in any effort? If he only knew how hard I'm trying...

"I am trying," I argued back.

Wow, great defense! I'd make a fantastic lawyer.

"Avalon, refusing to read a few pages in a literature book is not trying. Not writing down an equation is not trying. Leaving your textbooks in your locker on purpose is not trying."

That's it!

"Chase, you don't understand. This is really hard for me, and I am trying! If you're not going to believe me, then maybe we should call it quits for tonight. Come back tomorrow."

He huffed another one of his exaggerated sighs and picked up his backpack.

"Alright maybe tomorrow we'll get a little farther into math."

"Okay, I'll see you at school."

He turned and exited my room, his shadow striding down the hallway.

School. Tomorrow. Joy.

AN: Yes, short chapter. I know. Deal with it.

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