Tutoring The Bad Boy | ✓

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I wasn't lying when I said I was going to sulk in peace. My eyes were glued to the ceiling and my body was laid out like a starfish. Ha, I'm a starfish.

I picked up my phone to see it was 3:00 already. My fingers slipped from my phone and it suddenly hit my face harshly. I glared at the small object before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

Realization hit me as hard as my phone hit me once I heard my stomach growl loudly in hunger. So then I made a grilled cheese sandwich and then got a bag of chips along with water.

After I ate the food and probably looked like I was a starved homeless woman, I put the plate in the dishwasher. By now it was 3:08 so in the meantime, I played random games on my phone.

I softly slammed my phone on the counter in anger because I wasn't really in the mood to break my phone. But I was so close to getting the 2048 tile and then a stupid two had to pop up instead of a four.

I let out an annoyed groan and saw that I had one minute. Of course, I probably had a few more minutes than that because who even arrives on time?

I waited outside for what seemed like a century before a black Mustang of some sort. Wasn't it one of those 2016 Ford Mustangs or something? I don't really know, I suck at identifying cars.

     "Hey, Babe," Lucas said after he rolled down the window. "Hop in."

     I let out an annoyed sigh before going unwillingly going into the sexy car. He glanced at me and gave me a big grin before blasting Ariana Grande.

     "Oh my gosh," I mumbled when the song "One Last Time" blasted through the small speakers.

     Lucas wiggled his eyebrows at me before trying to sing in Ariana's range which was way too high for him. I rolled my eyes, trying to stay annoyed but failed miserably. Instead, I let out a small giggle.

     He nudged my shoulder with his eyes on the road. "Sing with me, Babe."

     "Ew, stop calling me babe, it's gross," I demanded with my nose scrunched up.

     "If you wish, your majesty," he replied obnoxiously.

     "Hand me your phone," I told him and he reluctantly complied.

     I smirked, going to his Spotify. I searched up a better song than what was playing right now. No offense to you, Ariana Grande. I still love you!

     A guitar started to strum ferociously and I grinned in approval. Drums started to play almost immediately after the song started.

      "Don't wanna be an American Idiot!" Lucas and I both yelled out in unison and I fist pumped the air.

      "You like Green Day?" He asked curiously with a laugh.

     "Green Day is my spirit animal," I replied, grinning as the song played somewhat loudly in the background.

My goodness, Lucas and I have something in common— it was a good thing too. Music. Bands. We both liked Green Day, which actually shocked me. I thought he liked all of that disgusting rap "music" that always mentioned weed or sex, but then again, I stereotype more than half of the time I'm with somebody.

     After about fifteen minutes of listening to Green Day, All Time Low, Panic! at the Disco, and a lot of 2010 songs which were very nostalgic, we finally arrived to the movie theater. It was difficult to find a parking space though, considering it was a Saturday in the afternoon.

     "Woo, let's go watch a cool movie!" he shouted, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

     I patted the arm gently and slowly removed it with a sorrowful expression. Yeah, that's right, I felt bad for an arm.