chapter six.

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Lilly

4 weeks left of school

The bell had rung signaling the of the school day. As I was passing by the main office, I heard a familiar voice. It was Carl's.

"Fuck no, I'm not repeating 10th grade again!"

I walked slower so I could listen to the rest of the conversation.

"Well if you can somehow bump up all your grades before schools over, then you won't have to."

"Well how am I supposed to do that?"

I quickly rushed over to the pair and started to speak.

"Mr. Monroe, if possible, I could tutor Carl and help bring up his grades."

He agreed and Carl and I were in our way to the Gallagher household.

Carl

"I'm home" I yelled to no one specific.

"Is it ok if I run up to your room and put my stuff there?" Lilly asked.

"Yeah, I'll be in the kitchen."

Entering the kitchen, I was greeted by Lip, Ian, and Fiona.

"So I'm failing my classes" I blurted.

"What?! Carl, you can't do 10th grade again."

"I know Fi, that's why I've got someone to tutor me."

"Who's the tutor?" Ian questioned.

As Ian finished his question, Lilly entered the room.

"Ah, it's the girlfriend tutor" Lip said only for Ian, Fi, and I to hear.

"Anyways, were gonna be in my room if you need anything" I rushed upstairs to avoid further embarrassment.


Lilly

"So what should we start with?" I asked.

Carl was too busy playing with a pocket knife.

I let out a sigh to grab his attention.

"Yes?"

"I asked what subject we should start with."

"Maybe we should start with chemistry" Carl rasped as he got closer.

Our faces were centimeters apart, when I finally decided to speak up.

"We don't have chemistry Carl" I mimicked his voice from earlier.

As he leaned in, I turned my head and returned to the textbook.

"Let's just start off with some algebra, alright?"



After what felt like hours, we finally finished the session and I got Carl to understand 1/3 of his work.

Checking my watch I noticed it was almost 7:00pm.

"Sorry to cut our hangout short, but I've got to get home."

"Wait!"

"What Carl?"

"Where's my hug?"

"No funny business Gallagher."

"I can't promise anything" he laughed as he put his hands up.

Pulling him into a brief hug, I felt his hands on my butt once again, but I guess I'm used to it now.

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