The Odds

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Odds of Breaking Down.

'You're not my type.' Just how straightforward he was! Couldn't he have just said something else? I kept thinking about this type. Why I don't fit into the mould. I think I am fine the way I am. There's no way I am going to change to get his validation. What has gotten into me? Isn't it a good thing? Cassidy likes him. He is off-limits.

But truth be told, I couldn't get over what he said. One week had passed! I need a good k-drama to save me.

"Wow, Sky! I think this is it!" Thankfully, Lucas interrupted my thoughts, and distracted me. Currently, Lucas was checking the solution to one the problems in the Monte Book. Monte Book contained a lot of unsolved problems in Science and Statistics. If you have to find the solution to any of the problem in that book and mail it to the author and if your solution is correct, your name will be printed in the book's next edition with the solution. The problems in the book weren't ordinary. It would be an honour to have my name in the book.

Lucas worked with me at the University. We were working on some projects together. He was smart and good looking. Well, not as good-looking as Mr. Achen.

"I'll mail this solution to them tomorrow morning then, in proper format," I said, picking up my bag, "I need to go now." I heard a car's honk. I knew it was Cassidy. Apparently, she had to discuss something really important with me.

"Wait, is that your sister?" Lucas asked as we walked outside.

I nodded, "yeah."

"Wait!" He exclaimed, "Don't tell me you're Vendele as in 'The Vendeles'! When were you going to tell me that you're crazy rich?"

"I am not crazy rich. My family is crazy rich..."

"Yeah, yeah same thing."

No, it's not. But okay.

"Anyway, I have to go! See ya tomorrow! Please tell professor that I have left early today." I waved and marched towards Cassidy. How many times have I told her to not come to the University in flashy car? A million, maybe. Now, people won't stop asking me about her and her flashy car tomorrow.

"You didn't have to pick me," I said as I opened the car's gate.

"Well, hello there. Sorry," Cassidy apologized, sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. Shouldn't I be scolding her? I am almost a year older than her.

"So, what do you need help with?" I asked. She started the car.

"You'll see..." That's all she said.

"What? At least tell me something. I swear to god, if asking for help is a bait for something stupid you're planning then, I am going to kill you!" I threatened. She just focused on the road. Last time, she asked for something like this and I became her alibi. I had to lie in front of our mother. One time, she needed help with presentation. Apparently, I was the only one who could help her. Well, that's her opinion.

By the turns Cassidy was taking, I figured that we were going to our house. When we reached, Cassidy got out of the car and I did the same. She gave the car key to the guard to park it.

"What's the matter, Cassidy? When will you tell me?" I whined.

"Dad wants to speak to you."

"About what? And, for this you dragged me here! Next time, I am not coming!" I stomped my way inside. I walked to the living room and I saw both of my parents sitting. Cassidy followed behind me.

"Hey Dad. What's up?" I asked. I sat on the sofa right across them. Cassidy sat next to me.

"You know, Achens came to our house the other day for lunch," he started, "well, that day we discussed something important."