Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

You can't be...

I don't think I can explain how I felt at moment. Shock, astonishment... Disgusted were all probably the right words to use.

Arvo looked just as shocked and astonished as me, his eyes widening so much I was afraid that they may pop out. His legs were shaking like a starving dog. All he needed now was the fail, to place in between his legs.

"So... Is that a yes?" Miss Irene chipped in.

I just nodded. What else was I supposed to do? It wasn't as if I could just refuse, sit back in my chair and continue my 'work' with Luke. It doesn't work like that; when a teacher asks you to do something, you can't just say no. Otherwise they'll see it as 'disrespect' and haul you right over to the principal to be 'dealt with'. And trust me, I didn't want to get 'dealt with'. I'm trying to keep a level head... That, and Arvo wouldn't survive a minute here, without some group or gang treating him like he was some kind of shit on their boots. With that amount of fear and nervousness (is that a word?) he didn't stand a chance.

"Great! Well, come in." She beckoned him in, giving him a warm smile which seemed to only make matters worse.

"Did you do equations at your last school?" She asked, in this soppy way, the way an adult would talk to a five year old. Arvo raised his eyebrow in confusment . This is going
to be a long day...

"Well... Er, why don't you help Ashley and Luke with their project?" Arvo just nodded, though he seemed to have trouble making out what she had just said.

She smiled, giving him an awkward pat on the back, before making her way towards her desk. Only difference was, her smile was doubtful and uncertain. Ironically, this seemed to calm Arvo down the most. And I don't use the term 'ironic' lightly.

"Who's this?" Luke mouthed, glancing at Arvo then back at me.

"Здравствуйте! I'm Arvo!" He placed his hand on the table, tilting it between Luke and I.

"What?" I was pretty useless at languages. I knew a bit of Spanish and a little French but never enough to actually hold a proper conversation for over a minute. But still. It's not as if I would ever find it useful anyway; what's the point of learning a foreign language if you're never going to leave your country? I never did like travelling - airplanes scare the crap outta me.

"Are you... French?" Luke asked. He's almost as bad as me, though he can string up a five-minute small talk conversation in French and a three-minute one in Spanish, so I'll give him credit for that.

Arvo again displayed his classic confused expression. He was staring at me in particular, searching my face, which in turn made me very uncomfortable. I wonder if he can remember me? The girl who tried to do the right thing, but failed in the process. I don't think he would blame me for the events seeing as he did thank me. But still, that doesn't mean I'm in his good books...

"No, I'm... Russian. But I speak English. A bit." He replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Cool, I've never met someone who could speak a foreign language. Maybe you can teach me sometime?" But Arvo just frowned and hung his head.

"I don't think he understands much English." I said to Luke, not bothering to keep my voice down because, well, he couldn't understand...

"Hmmm, I guess he wouldn't snitch on us then!" Luke grinned, snaking an arm around my shoulder. I leaned in, ready to indulge the feels, when I felt a small sharp pain seep through my shoulder.

"OWWWW!" I screamed, though it was probably wiser to (at least try to) keep my voice down. Miss Irene was hot in our trail.

"Anything wrong?" She asked, a small hint of sarcasm edging at her voice.