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10. Kisses and Lessons

Rahmat was currently laying down on the floor beside Richard waiting for him to create a study time table that worked for him.
She was wearing a flowing dress with a deep V neck line and a blue denim jacket over it.
Today was the first day she's worn sandals around him. Because sneakers with a flowing dress wasn't actually a fashion favourite.

"Okay" he sighed. "I think. I'm done" he said sliding the paper over to her and crossing his legs, on over the other.

Her eyes scanned the paper slowly.
"Three hours?" she looked up at him, "You're sure you can do this?" she asked

"You think it's too small?" he asked. He didn't want to seem like a slacker, albeit he was sure she already saw him like one.

When she'd arrived this morning looking as beautiful as ever he'd been sleeping. His mother being the wicked witch of the west like she was, had sent for him, without any coded message that said that his wife to be was downstairs causally chatting with his mother, about decor or something. And he wandered into the dining room looking like a hamster the was high on weed and left to run wild, dirty and half naked. Pyjama bottoms don't count as actual clothes.
"You need a hair cut" his mother causally and Rahmat had chuckled slightly.

He had groaned, turning around and muttering something about needing to take a shower. Heck he hadn't even brushed his teeth yet.
He came back down when he was clean and fully dressed and they went to his room and they'd been there for two hours already.

"No. I think it's too much. You should start small, maybe two hours. Then you can add more as you go on."

He nodded, "Okay"

"Did you speak to any tutors? I can't help you with these IRL courses."

He groaned rubbing his eyes. He needed to smoke badly, that's how stressed he felt. Not only was he worried about his school, but Rahmat. Rahmat, a girl, was in his room, and for once they were doing nothing other than talking. He wanted to hold her, of course he did.

Ahh

"What is it?" She asked looking up at him. "You don't want to get a tutor? It'll be a student like you though?" she added as if that was going to make him feel better.
He didn't want a tutor, fellow student or not. He had pride, he had a reputation and he trusted Rahmat.

"Okay. I can try." she muttered. She wasn't angry. He knew. Rahmat rarely ever got angry, she was just frustrated with him. Who wouldn't be? He was failing and he was refusing help.
"But you have to put in the work too. You're up when I'm up. You read when I read"

Rahmat scribbled down stuff on a paper and showed it to him.
"You need an A in at least six courses. Now your actual credit units for this semester is 18 plus one elective. And you're taking Business 100 right?" he nodded.

"I took ECN 100 and 200 as electives. Hopefully they're sort of similar. Or that business is easier. Because ECN was hard as... " she trailed off, not wanting to swear.

He chuckled. As if he knew she would never say a swear word.

"So.... " she continued, "Maximum credit load is 25. You can take your failed courses from 300 level"

He nodded.

"How many?"

"Two." he murmured

"The problem comes in if they're three unit courses and above. They're not right?"

"Philosophy." he replied simply

"A GST. Good. GSTs are only two units. That means you'll have one two hour class per week. The other one?"