Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T w e n t y - E i g h t

Y/n's POV:

We have the flight early in the morning, so there's one free day, my eyes widen once I remember the assignments I had to complete overt this range of time, and did I finish them...no.

I quickly fetch my phone and glance at my notifications in inbox, my professor is in irate...

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Hello Ms. Y/n Y/l/n...

I am not sure where you are and why aren't you responding to my emails as your parents opaquely described it as 'commission' that I was not informed about!

Nonetheless, you require to finish the assignment that I have been bogging you with, you have one day left until 23:59 as if you are not finished by then, I will be forced to contact your parents once again...

Kind Regards:

Mrs. Donna.

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Shit...

I gather all my retrieved worksheets and place the replete on the counter, sorting everything in order to finish it before the due, since it is already quite late, 

Rafe has been finishing off the final files with the Agency that we cooperated with, I heard him talk on the phone multiple times, 

Alright, I can do it, just think...

I trace my eyes over the pages, taking in information however it felt like I was just tracing and not even memorising the info...

First question reads: 'What is the value of 'x', 'b' and 'q'? Use the equation below.'

Fucking algebra...

I keep calculating, taking the method that my teacher used, but her method is shit, I cannot understand it, 

The possible options are '22', '44' or '66', 

The answer on my calculator reads '75.39'...

I mean it's close enough to sixty-six...right?

I hear footsteps behind me as they get closer and closer, 

'Y/n, what the hell, why on the kitchen counter?' He asks as he glares at me from above, 

'I have a lot to do, my table is too small, I'll finish soon enough.'

'Oh I doubt that, you've been sitting at this table for the past hour and you're still on the same page, what, are you struggling princess?' He asks, smirking and retrieving an apple from the counter, 

'What, have you been watching me?' I taunt in return as he walks closer, 

'It's difficult to not look at you when you are at the fucking kitchen counter, you know, I am in this apartment as well.'

I shake my head and carry on trying to solve the damn problem, 

He places his left hand beside me, leaning lower as he captures me in between that hand that is around me, he glares at the formula and chuckles, 

'You can't solve this? It's grade five question.' He teases, 

'Like you know the answer, I bet you are still counting on your fingers.'

'Want to see how many can fit in?' He asks, 

Bastard...

He then bends lower as his face is now besides mine, his eyes tracing over the questions and the formula whilst he's chewing the apple in his mouth, he really is concentrating,