HIS WORLD

Chapter 7

He just stands there and wants to help me, like we did not argue yesterday.

"No" I said and walked passed him, I just walked and I found myself in the kitchen.

I felt a presence behind me,
I turned around and found him behind me.

"What No?" He asked me,

"No, like I don't need YOUR help!" I said by pointing my finger on him.

"Ohh really, and why ?" He really asked me why?!

"You asking?" By asking him that I was laughing, like I couldn't believe.

"You still mad about the argument!" He said it like I was stupid.

"If you didn't notice, you hurtme with your words ok!" By saying it, I looked at his face to see if it changes from a Blank face to a 'I feel bad' face.

But nothing just nothing happen, he turned around and was about to get out of the Kitchen when he stopped.

"Look I don't care If you are going to fail the test or pass the test I need to learn like you the same things as you have to, I'm at Scott's room if you need help I still offering you to help you." Then he left the room.

DUMBASS JERK!!

I didn't need his help, when I got back to the living room finding Scott helping Liz, hearing Sean, Kim and Sean outside listening to music while making some sport.

I took my math book out and tried to learn alone.

I hate Math because after half a hour I gave up I couldn't learn alone, I realized I needed his help.

The only one who could help me was learning at Scott's rom  and I'm not sure if he can do math.
I don't mean he is Dumb or something but he is rarely in school.

After searching for Scott's room I found it.

When I got in I found Dylan sitting on the floor and learns, around him was some papers and books .

Actually I wasn't expecting him really leaning.

"You changed your mind" Dylan said it by still looking at his papers.

"I just need help that does not mean anything" I said by sitting Opposite of him.

He just smirked but still wasn't looking at me.

After a while I was understanding Math, like I really understood it !!

I was surprised how good Dylan in math was, he may be rarely at school but he was smart.

"Did you get it now?" He asked after the sixth time.

"Yes, Dylan I understood it." I said and looked at him, still his head was down.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, did I hear wrong or was he apologizing? I was asking myself.

"What I didn't hear you, please repeat" I said it by smiling at him, because he was really apologizing. I knew that Dylan is someone who rarely apologized.