Tutor Class » Riley McDonough

day eighteen

RILEY'S POV (for once in this story.)

To: Natasha

hey nat. wanna hangout in my house? i wanna talk to you as well.

It was a no class Friday today because it was our city's feast day... or something like that. I sent a text message asking Natasha to come in my house. Mom and Dad are in work, and my idiot brothers are having their chick flick moments in this place called Starbucks. After that, I have no idea where they'll be going. But they promised me that they'll all get home by 7:30pm.

I heard my phone vibrated since it was on the table. I turned my phone on and saw Natasha's reply that she'll come here in 15 minutes. I went downstairs to prepare popcorn for our food. Right Riley, how romantic. You could impress a million girls with a bowl of popcorn. Note the sarcasm.

After the popcorn preparation, I went to our Studio room. It's where all music-related stuff are. I got my acoustic guitar, and sat on the floor and started strumming. While strumming, my thoughts flowed like a stream inside my mind.

Natasha. Oh my Natasha! For the whole of my tutor class experience, I have only become annoying when Natasha started taking tutor classes. I would always nag Ms. Reynolds to share the same room as Natasha, but sometimes she doesn't want to because I'm taking too much leisure from her.

Natasha always told about me to Ms. Reynolds. You know, me being annoying and all. To be honest, I was just trying to catch her attention. Was it a great strategy? But it was only the tme when we were arguing about which is better, Molecular Geometry or Figurative Geometry, when she actually become closer to me. It was for the first time she actually engaged a long conversation with me. You don't know how happy I felt. It was a proper reason for me to actually like Figurative Geometry. She actually explained to me how it was "easy" to prove figures even though it will become senseless when we grow old.

Flashback:

"Ms. Reynolds, I hate molecular geometry. I don't get the purpose of us studying the shape of an unseenatom. I don't care if it's shaped as a trigonal pyramid, as long as it's inside my human system, I just have to deal with it. Now, could I please study math?" Natasha ranted to Ms. Reynolds.

"Not until you finish this exercise." Ms. Reynolds told her.

"C'mon! It can't be that bad. I've been through a whole year full of Chemistry and it wasn't much of a problem. I told her, this time.

"Yes Riley. Encourage this young lady to finish her worksheet. I need to attend to the needs of her batchmates." Ms. Reynolds looked at me and winked at me. Oh! So this is planned. Well, then let's go with the flow.

Ms. Reynolds left the room with only me and Natasha. This was actually the first time she left me in a room with her. For a while there was awkward silence. That's until Natasha spoke to no one in certain.

"Jesus Christ! This is a reason why I like Figurative/Mathematic Geometry. Why do I have to deal with this?"

"Hey Nat-" 

"If you are going to ask for a pencil, paper, or correction fluid, I am going to throw this table at you. You, Son of a bitch." Nat told me. For a moment I was scared but I just laughed it off my head.

"I am not going to ask for anything. Just wanna tell you that Molecular Geometry is easier than the Figurative Mathematical one."

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"No. C'mon. I'll teach you." I stood up from my seat and went to the seat beside her. I sat down, and grabbed her ballpen. "Okay, you'll just need to remember the definition of polarity because it means a lot to this topic. Also, the figures. The linear, bent, flat triangle and etc." I said as I drew them on the paper she has. I looked at her and she was looking intently at my hand as it draws the figures. She was adorable.