“Kian! Come in, come in. I was waiting for you.” Ms. Rumine smiles. 

I rub my neck nervously, “Uh…sorry about the situation at school, Ms. Rumine.” 

She shakes her head, “You boys will drive an old lady like me insane, but I forgive you since I know you’re a sweet boy.”

Ms. Rumine’s too good for this world, I can never understand how she got stuck with a boy like Anderson…and speak of the devil, I hear him walk downstairs. 

“Great timing, Andy! I’ll leave you two alone, now.” She hums, heading back to where the other kids are. I meet Anderson’s eyes, the boy holds an apathetic expression. 

“Sasquatch? How original,” he smirks. 

I roll my eyes, “Fuck off.” Why did I have to get this bastard as my tutor out of everyone? Oh right, it was Mom’s idea…

***

I rub my forehead in frustration, “I don’t understand, you’re a shitty tutor.” 

I hear the boy sigh, placing his pen down. “How did you manage to get this far in school?” He says, rolling his eyes. I curse at him again, I don’t think I’m THAT bad. It’s not my fault it’s all boring.

I hear Anderson’s chair creak and he straightens up, “Okay, what about your notes?” I look at him in confusion, he returns the same expression. 

“Notes?” I squint my eyes, nervously chuckling. “Right...the notes.” I forgot to take the notes as he said! In my defense, did he think I’d take notes? I look into my bag, acting like I totally have notes on me. I’m not surprised to see snack wrappers and random papers in there.

“Let’s say...I didn’t–” 

“ –Of course, you didn’t,” he interrupts me, furrowing his eyebrows. “You’re a lost cause.” I click my tongue. I’m a hair away from strangling him, but I’m going to be civil…I probably jinxed it, though. I’m not knocking on wood. 

“So? What now?” I say, tapping my feet impatiently because Anderson is looking down at his phone. His eyes stay glued to his phone. “Hey! I didn’t pay you to go on your phone!” I grumble. 

He scoffs and looks up at me, “Your parents are paying me, not you.” He says before gluing his eyes back on his phone. I swear, I don't have a short fuse. It's just he knows how to piss me off! 

I kick him under the table. He’s not pleased, glaring at me with fire in his pupils. Do you remember how I said I jinxed about fighting? I guess I did. He suddenly kicks the leg of my chair, sending me to the floor. He chuckles, but with a swift movement, he’s on the floor beside me. We scuffle like idiots; throwing punches and kicks, colliding and toppling down objects from above. 

It wasn’t until he slammed me against his nightstand, that his lamp rocked back and forth. We hold our breaths, pleading that it doesn’t fall. Thankfully, it doesn’t and we let out a sigh. 

“Some tutoring this is,” I scoff, shoving Anderson off and getting back on my feet. I take a seat on the floor with my paper. Chairs just don’t seem like a good idea anymore. Anderson rolls his eyes as he takes a seat on the floor as well. 

Eventually, he’s back to tutoring me. “You first have to find the critical point of the function.” I glance at the homework and back at Anderson. He groans, repeating what he said but I’m already dozing off about something not math-related. He notices, giving me an angry look. I swear I see fires in those dark eyes.  

“Please not the face.” I groan, looking away before he possesses me or something.

“You’re an idiot.” 

“No, you’re an idiot.”  

“How old are you?” He cracks a small smile. Huh, I didn’t think he could smile. 

“Holy shit, so you can smile?”

 I have a smug grin, acting as if I won an award. I mean, has anyone ever seen him smile?? Unfortunately, he took my award right away. 

“It’s common knowledge to know how to smile, dumbass.”  

“You just never smile!” I rub my head since it hurts from all this rambling. 

“I don’t need to constantly be smiling. Now, quickly finish this homework so you can leave me alone.” He scoffs. I let out a groan, I hate math...and him.