It Was ME, Myself and I, 'till then He Came

Angela's POV

Arts Class. . . [again]

"Darn this... why is Arts scheduled for everyday?. ." I yawned.

"Beats me." Brendon replied.

"I hate this subject, it's sooo. . . boring."

"Uhuh."

"Good morning, everyone!" The perky teacher said.

"Morning." We answered, not being perky at all.

"To start things off, I'll return the results of your Pop Quiz the other day."

He started giving back our test papers.

It's Brendon's turn.

"Very good, Urie." Mr. Venturi complimented him.

I saw Bren smile. My turn.

"Job well done, Hatchewood."

Oh my gosh. An A+! I screamed in my head.

"Whoah!" Brendon said.

"I know!" I said in agreement.

"I hope everyone of you are happy at the results, but for those who have low scores, I request you do better next time."

I oh so love Arts.

. . . . . . . . .

"Coolio! I never thought you'd ace that quiz. . ." Brendon trailed off.

I glared at him.

"I mean, you hate Arts."

I smiled a bit.

"True." I said while getting off my seat.

"Angela?" Mr. Venturi said while fixing his things.

"Yes?"

"May I talk to you for a minute?"

"Um, sure."

I signaled Brendon to wait for me outside. He nodded yes.

"Since you have outstanding grades in Arts---" He stopped mid-sentence.

"I suggest, you tutor Mr. Evans"

My eyes grew wide.

"Is that alright with you?"

"Um...yes?" I said unsure.

He smiled.

"Alright, I'll inform him tomorrow. You may go."

"Uh, thanks"

. . . . . . . .

"So what'd he say?" Bren asked.

"I'd be tutoring Jasper." I said in a hushed voice.

"Oh." was all he said.

"Don't worry. . . I'll be alright." I smiled.

He smiled a bit too.