The show. Definitely the show. It’s giving me a migraine, Bec.
Talk to me when the constent smell of weed isn’t giving me a headache, Dash and also when it’s not making me want some.
Tristan didn’t want a tutor. He didn’t need one. Sure, he had a c average in math, and English and every other subject there is, but it wasn’t because he didn’t know the stuff, he just didn’t try. But how could he explain that to the teacher without looking like an even bigger idiot when she suggested to get a peer tutor. So he just took it, thinking she could forget about it. But nope. The next day she told him that Becca, the girl with a kind was his new tutor, and she expected them to meet weekly. Tristan didn’t want to do this, and he knew Becca didn’t have time for his shit, so why bother? Yet here he was, on her front porch, ringing the door bell, not sure of what to expect.
Being assigned Tristan as a person to tutor, made Becca almost feel sick to her stomach. People never really reacted well to finding out she had a baby espcially when she couldn’t rearrange her schduele around said baby. But, when she’d spoke to the brunette boy about meeting at her and Dash’ apartment, he seemed cool with it so that calmed her nerves a bit. As soon as she heard the bell ring though, she sighed softly her nerves coming back full force. Getting up, she took a deep breathe, coinfidently walking toward the door, a grin on her face. Pulling it open, she mustered up the best cheerful voice she could manage. “Hey, Tristan, right? Come on in! The sooner we get started, the sooner this is over, right?” She playfully winked before moving from the doorway so he could step inside.
lmao ill reply to shit tomorrow xo
It wasn’t like Becca didn’t have a lot on her plate, she did and the biggest thing on her plate was the baby who was currently sitting in her highchair screaming her head off about something or other. Sighing, the brunette tried the best to try ignoring her daughter. Gah, she still hadn’t gotten used of that wording; her daughter. FInally though, speaking of her daughter, she couldn’t listen to her stress out anymore. So, walking over to the highchair, the eighteen year old picked the bald baby up. “Oh, munchkin. Momma’s really trying to get things set up right now. How about we go lay down?” At the bable she got back in return, Becca quickly headed to the bedroom, her and Dash had somehow fit a crib into even though it also fit her bed. Setting the Annabelle into the crib, she placed a kiss on her daughters forehead before clicking off the light and heading from the room into the kitchen to finish getting ready for the tutoring session she’d set up with Tristan. Once she was done getting ready, she just quietly sat on the couch, turning on the small flatscreen TV to watch some silly rerun just to get some sort of quiet time, even if it wasn’t for long.
Its no problem. I just want to get this over with.
That’s understandable. I feel the exact same.
Uh lets just meet at your place. Probably easier for you and the baby right?
Yeah, that’s right. I know this isn’t exactly fun for you or anything, but I really appriciate you working around stuff.
I don’t want to, but I think we have to.
Oh yeah, you’re probably right. You could come over if you wanted, since technically can’t go out right now. Or, we could meet somewhere, whatever.
Uh, we are supposed to start this uh tutor thing right?
Right.. you wanna start right now?