viii. HUITchapter eight / who are you
trying to convince.FIVE MINUTES.
It's been five minutes, almost six, since Agustine Fiddleton had a gotten a phone call and said he'd be "just a moment" taking the call and left the Moordale Library. Not that Adam was counting.
Well ..
Just to keep track of his moments of peace before the boy came back. The boy which he found 'extremely annoying'. Always babbling about Quadratic Forumula this, Distributive Property that.
An - noy - ing.
He 'truly' enjoys this quiet, alone time. It gives him time to think, or so he says.
Who are you trying to convince, Adam.
No one.
He enjoys these peaceful moments so much that he decides to take a look at his work. Agustine had shown him enough, it couldn't hurt to give the whim a try. He grabs his paper, a slight smugness in his attitude ; Convinced August would be impressed to come back and find he'd finished their study assignments all by himself.
That's was, until he started to stare at the paper. Number were scattered everywhere. Directions seemed unclear and asking a lot of things Adam had trouble giving.
GRAPH. EVALUATE. EXPLAIN HOW━
"Fuck. This. Shit." Whit that the boy neatly piled he and his tutors work and went out to find him.
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FLOWERBOMB ▸ ADAM GROFF.【 SEX EDUCATION 】
FanfictionFLOWERBOMB. ━━ in which agustine's tutor sessions with the headmaster's son lead to an unexpected friendship. jan , 2020 - july , 2022 ( it's a work in progress, currently working on making it more interesting. )