Winter's Faith | Ongoing

11 | Patience

Patience is the ability to keep a good attitude while waiting.
- Joyce Meyer

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"Hey Astrid."

Astrid looked up from the table in the library and her lips formed a straight line. "I don't want your help."

I rolled my eyes as I set my bag and Astrid's file on the table and then settled down on the chair.

When Principal Jordan had said community service, tutoring some kid was not what I had in mind.

And low and behold, I got Astrid.

"Oh wow Astrid," I faked enthusiasm. "I'm great. I'm sure since you're your normal self, you're fine as well. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Now is the part where you say you don't want my help," I pointed out and Astrid leaned back in her chair.

"And I'll kindly reply that I have no interest in being here either. So you could either do us both a favour and learn, so we can be done quickly or you glare at the table and hope that could improve your Spanish."

Opening her assessment file of her Spanish class, I wrinkled my nose and added, "Which might I add is horrible."

Astrid glared at me. "Aren't you the one who got into this mess because Roman refused to help you with your sucky French?" She retorted and I shrugged. "Touché."

The whole situation reminded me of another thing. "Where is Roman anyway?" I asked curiously and Astrid - who looked just as bored as I felt - pointed towards a table in the far end of the library.

And there sat Roman with a kid, who looked like a freshman. The kid looked like he was about to pee himself while Roman glared at the book in his hand.

"Poor kid," I commented and then silence enveloped around us.

I went back to assessing Astrid's file and then looked at her in confusion. "Why did you take Spanish again if you failed last year?"

"I didn't fail," she snapped and I raised my heads in surrender. "I just didn't attend classes last year. And Declan kept getting on my nerves by reminding me I wasn't good at it, so I took it again," she defended.

We started working after that. And it was a total headache. She absolutely sucked at it.

After a while, Astrid threw her hands up in frustration. "How are you so good at it?" She muttered.

"My mother's family is half Spanish," I confessed and Astrid nodded in understanding, "That's explains it."

"Since we're on topic," I casually began. "How is Roman so good at French?" I asked, looking totally uninterested.

Astrid leaned forward and looked at me closely, which caused me to squirm slightly. My discomfort must've been amusing to her because she smirked.

"His sister lives in Paris, so he learned it a while back. He only took that class for extra credit," she disclosed and I frowned.

Could it be the dumbass was a closet smarty? I mentally snorted at the thought. That couldn't be true.

Our heart-to-heart was interrupted when someone tapped on my right shoulder and when I turned, I found no one,yet heard a thud on my left side.

I looked over to see Jake settling there. "I need to ask two things," he said, a little out of breath. "a) can I copy your homework?"

"No."

Jake scowled before holding his finger up. "Lemme rephrase that. I need your homework to copy because if I don't, I won't be able to play tomorrow, and I can't find Miley anywhere."

I swatted him on the forearm, "So I'm the second option?" I questioned and he shrugged. "Be glad you're not the third," he retorted as he snatched my bag from the table and rampaged through it to find whatever notebook he needed.

When he threw me my bag back, I asked, "What's the second thing?"

He frowned, confused to what I was preferring before he suddenly remembered, "Oh right. Are you and Miley coming to the victory party after the match?"

"How can you be so sure you'll win?"

I had totally forgotten Astrid was sitting opposite to me until now. Jake looked at her, slightly startled before he let out a chuckle.

"Sweetheart, have you seen us play? We can smash them easily," he flirted with a wink, and Astrid looked startled for a fleeting moment before she regained her emotionless face again.

Jake was a harmless flirt who joked around with every girl, but he had never been in a serious relation and had never fooled around with girls either so I didn't have to worry about Roman beating my best friend up.

Jake stood up and looked my way. "I'll give the notebook back later. Text me the deets of your plan." Leaning in, he kissed my forehead, "See you."

And with that he felt, leaving a tension between Astrid and me, and I wasn't even sure what had caused it.

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Late update, I know but it was a tiring day.

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