Diary Of An Introvert

Chapter 06 | It's with him

"Get your feet off the table." Joanne growled at Cory.

Reluctantly, he removed his feet from the table and placed it on the floor.

"Thank you."

She continued. "Cory, you're being useless, what are you even doing here if you aren't going to help? Just go." She grumbled, writing on a paper.

"Can't do that, you'd probably snitch on me to Mr. Ahmed, and I can't take that chance."

"You're being ridiculous, of course I'm going to tell him that you didn't help. This is supposed to be a project for two people, I didn't want a partner to begin with, but I got one, and you're just sitting there like a giant potato."

He stared at her.

"And oh, this is a project I could have done with someone that wouldn't be as creepy as you, pay up."

He handed out a 50 dollar bill and she snatched it from him.

"I have to say Ms. Gyles, I'm impressed." he confessed.

"The honor's mine, about what exactly?" She asked.

"You didn't seem like the type to keep their promises."

She rolled her eyes. "I was just being honest."

Cory scooted closer to her and held up the paper she had been scribbling in for the past two hours.

"This and this isn't right." He pointed to a couple of words. "Cross those t's, they look like l's. You got this sentence wrong. It isn't phrased like that. Don't you know how to construct a proper sentence?"

Joanne stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me, don't I?... You were the one doing nothing on the couch, and now you have the guts to criticize my work, I mean MY work, I'm kicking you out."

"Chill, I was just being honest. Besides, I'm not wrong about those words."

"Scratch that, you're just mad because I called you a creep." She said.

"Am not."

"Is too."

They stared at each other before cracking up. "Man, you're something." Cory smiled.

"So, you're going to help? My hand aches a lot and..." She got interrupted.

"Nope, just letting you know, you're a handful."

She groaned but continued writing.

"But, your essay's got potential, take it from me, the least you'll get on that is a B, and it's separate not seperate."

She ran through the essay and found what she was looking for "separate..." she mumbled, drawing her phone out, she googled the word, on finding it she put her phone down. "Thanks."

"The honor's mine." He continued. "Don't you have parents at home? I mean I've been here for hours and since Chloe left I don't think I've seen any other soul, besides you."

She sighed. "Mom's on a shift"

"And your dad?"

"I'd rather not talk about him."

He nodded. "Noted,"

Joanne felt relieved by the fact that he was unwilling to push further.

He smirked. "So that means we're all alone."

She hadn't realized that until now that he was stating it clearly. She peed a little at the thought of them being the only ones in the house, that was what she had initially tried to prevent from happening, but it was anyway, fate was such a bitch.