balls for Riley."
Nathan slammed his fists on the headboard while he laughed at me, not at all minding the offense I was going to take. Anthony, on the other hand, stayed quiet but by the look on his face, I could see that he didn't like my idea also.
"Alex, babe…twelve soccer balls? I'd probably laugh if I was Riles and Anthony came prancing to me carrying twelve black-and-white balls…"
"How about miniature soccer balls?"
"Eh?" Both males said in unison.
Did I really sound stupid…?
"Fine…this is my last idea…can't think of anything else…" I said starting to explain to them the hopefully brilliant idea I had stored inside my head. They nodded as I continued talking, and after a few seconds they had smirks on their faces.
"That…Alex Levi…can be called a suggestion, and not at all trash." Nathan said the smirk still carved on his almost-perfect tanned face.
"I can do that." Anthony said, wearing a hopeful smile.
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Chapter 9: Learning, Arguing, Bonding
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"You're asking me to solve this?" I asked Cindy with an exasperated growl, as I held up the bond paper, and waved it in front of her face.
It was a very sunny Thursday, but too bad I had to spend it in Cindy's dorm, instead of walking around and sipping a mocha frappe, just to pass tomorrow's test. Kendra, apparently Cindy's roomie, was at the soccer field for practice along with Riley and the guys, meaning we had this room for a good two hours. However, and sadly on my part, Cindy was only going to tutor me for an hour. She said she had to practice some speech due for next Monday, so I obliged though a little bit hesitantly. But now I was thanking her in my mind, that she rejected my invitation to make her tutor me for two hours. Only half an hour had gone by and I was now beat and I wanted to go to sleep.
"Duh. What were you expecting to do?" She asked, sounding irritated because of my whining. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down at my paper and me with a look made up of curiosity and irritation.
"I dunno…give me an easier problem?" I asked with a small smile. Not finding me cute at all, she 'hmph-ed', before she told me to stop acting like a kid.
"Alex, the exercises I'm giving you are like the basics of Calculus. What could be easier?" She asked, definitely infuriated. "I had no idea models were so dumb…"
I looked up from my paper, and then gave her a glare. "We're not dumb."
She let out a laugh, before she continued giving me demeaning remarks. I wanted to curse her, and give her the bird, but realized sooner that that wouldn't be such a good idea. I looked down, away from her, and tapped the lead of my mechanical pencil on her wooden study.
"You're not answering…"
"How about you start, and I continue?" I suggested.
She thought about my compromise carefully, before she opened her Math book again, and turned to a page we had previously discussed. She told me to move away from her desk, and I followed. She opened one of the drawers, and took out a sign pen, as she started to scribble things on my answer sheet.
"You answer tests using a pen?" I asked the expression on my face was a mixture of disbelief and wonder.
"Can you give me a better writing utensil?" She asked smugly.
She scribbled down numbers and mathematical signs on the piece of bond paper, and after doing so she told me to continue.
"Wow…Nathan told me you were good, I never thought you were that good." I told her, my newfound wonder for her capabilities starting to show. I looked at her in amazement, and didn't care if I looked silly for looking up to a person such as Cindy. How can someone so…bitchy…be so smart?
"What does a pen prove?" She asked with a smirk, and I could see her ego starting to inflate.
"When you use a pen, it means you don't have an eraser…and…" I scratched the back of my head, as I tried to
Nathan slammed his fists on the headboard while he laughed at me, not at all minding the offense I was going to take. Anthony, on the other hand, stayed quiet but by the look on his face, I could see that he didn't like my idea also.
"Alex, babe…twelve soccer balls? I'd probably laugh if I was Riles and Anthony came prancing to me carrying twelve black-and-white balls…"
"How about miniature soccer balls?"
"Eh?" Both males said in unison.
Did I really sound stupid…?
"Fine…this is my last idea…can't think of anything else…" I said starting to explain to them the hopefully brilliant idea I had stored inside my head. They nodded as I continued talking, and after a few seconds they had smirks on their faces.
"That…Alex Levi…can be called a suggestion, and not at all trash." Nathan said the smirk still carved on his almost-perfect tanned face.
"I can do that." Anthony said, wearing a hopeful smile.
----
Chapter 9: Learning, Arguing, Bonding
----
"You're asking me to solve this?" I asked Cindy with an exasperated growl, as I held up the bond paper, and waved it in front of her face.
It was a very sunny Thursday, but too bad I had to spend it in Cindy's dorm, instead of walking around and sipping a mocha frappe, just to pass tomorrow's test. Kendra, apparently Cindy's roomie, was at the soccer field for practice along with Riley and the guys, meaning we had this room for a good two hours. However, and sadly on my part, Cindy was only going to tutor me for an hour. She said she had to practice some speech due for next Monday, so I obliged though a little bit hesitantly. But now I was thanking her in my mind, that she rejected my invitation to make her tutor me for two hours. Only half an hour had gone by and I was now beat and I wanted to go to sleep.
"Duh. What were you expecting to do?" She asked, sounding irritated because of my whining. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down at my paper and me with a look made up of curiosity and irritation.
"I dunno…give me an easier problem?" I asked with a small smile. Not finding me cute at all, she 'hmph-ed', before she told me to stop acting like a kid.
"Alex, the exercises I'm giving you are like the basics of Calculus. What could be easier?" She asked, definitely infuriated. "I had no idea models were so dumb…"
I looked up from my paper, and then gave her a glare. "We're not dumb."
She let out a laugh, before she continued giving me demeaning remarks. I wanted to curse her, and give her the bird, but realized sooner that that wouldn't be such a good idea. I looked down, away from her, and tapped the lead of my mechanical pencil on her wooden study.
"You're not answering…"
"How about you start, and I continue?" I suggested.
She thought about my compromise carefully, before she opened her Math book again, and turned to a page we had previously discussed. She told me to move away from her desk, and I followed. She opened one of the drawers, and took out a sign pen, as she started to scribble things on my answer sheet.
"You answer tests using a pen?" I asked the expression on my face was a mixture of disbelief and wonder.
"Can you give me a better writing utensil?" She asked smugly.
She scribbled down numbers and mathematical signs on the piece of bond paper, and after doing so she told me to continue.
"Wow…Nathan told me you were good, I never thought you were that good." I told her, my newfound wonder for her capabilities starting to show. I looked at her in amazement, and didn't care if I looked silly for looking up to a person such as Cindy. How can someone so…bitchy…be so smart?
"What does a pen prove?" She asked with a smirk, and I could see her ego starting to inflate.
"When you use a pen, it means you don't have an eraser…and…" I scratched the back of my head, as I tried to
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