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

Lunch Time. . .

Angela's POV

"So, I heard you're tutoring that Jasper dude." Erika said while drinking her apple juice.

"It's not much of a deal, really" I answered.

"Not much of a deal?!" A teenie said barging in.

"Yeah?" I said shocked.

"You're lucky, you know that Hatchewood?"

"I guess?"

With a weird glare, she went-off.

"Whoah, you're already getting kudos just for tutoring." Lyn stated.

"Yeah, I know."

Ring, Ring...

"Oh, bell."

"Bye, see you later then." Erika and Lyn waved.

"Okay." I waved back.

. . . . . . . . .

Chemistry Class

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Jasper.

"Hey." He started.

"Um, hey..."

"So, Mr. Venturi told me, you'll be my tutor."

I shrugged.

"Uh, yeah"

"Tutor Buddy." He smiled.

"Haha... you're so childish." I mocked.

I saw him grin.

"So, when will we start?"

"After school, I guess."

"Where?"

We paused foe awhile to think of a good venue - no noise and other stuff like that.

"Hmm... how 'bout... Starbucks?" He suggested.

"Sure."

I might need a frap or latte anyway.

Lecture Time. . .

Fast Forward: Dismissal [on their way home]

"Hey, Bren"

"Yeah?"

"I won't be able to go to your house today."

"Why?" He pouted.

"Well, the tutoring starts today."

"Oh." He said uninterested.

"Are you mad?"

So Angela.

He kind of glared. Then laughed.

"Why the hell are you laughing?!" I asked infuriated.

"Of course I'm not mad. ." He smiled.

"...but I am jealous, you're having much more time with that Jasper kid than you have with me."

"Wow. You never change." I said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Got to go. We're meeting at Starbucks."

"Okay, okay.

We bid our farewells.

In Starbucks. . .

I saw an empty seat and decided to wait for "my student" there.

15 minutes have passed.

"Geez. Where the hell is he?" I asked myself.

After minutes of long waits... He finally came.

"Sorry I'm late." He said catching his breath.

I shrugged off a few traces of anger.

"Nah, it's alright."

He smiled sitting down.

"So, where do we start?" He asked.

"Asian Art." I said opening the textbook.

I saw him shrug.

Blah, blah, blah. I kept on talking and explaining.

"This is so inappropriate!" He shouted while scratching his head.

I gave him a weirded-out look.

"Pardon?"

"Why should we study this anyway?..Its not like, we'd be needing this when we'll get a job or anything and besides, we're not even Asian."

What did he say? Patience... I'm his tutor.. I get plus points for doing this.. Patience.

"Well, I'm sorry you're having a hard time listening while I explain every detail about this... We study this so we could pass, and if you don't want to listen or give any effort, that's your problem. I'm part Asian so you don't have any right to question my nationality. ." I trailed off.

His eyes grew.

"I thought you were American?"
"I am. But I just grew up here and was born in the Philippines." I said while getting off my seat.

"And another thing, I'm only doing this cause Mr. Venturi asked me to tutor you."

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Home. Our session ends."

"But that was only 20 minutes."

"Piss me off again, I'll make it 5."

With that, I went home not bothering to look at him.

What a piss-off.