33. The Tutor

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"Keith?!  Seriously?!"

He just sat there smirking.  "Didn't expect that did you?"

"No, not really."

"Well, don't be too flattered, I'm not here to tell you I like you."

"Then what's all this about?"

"It's about my suspicions."

"But you set this up like a date.  Why?"

"Oh, that's for Dawson later." He said waving the subject off.

"Dude!"  Dawson yelled.  "You weren't supposed to tell her!"

"Shut up."  Keith scowled at him. 

"Back up!  What the heck is going on here?!"

"I needed to talk to you, and I knew you would just walk away if I asked any other time and he wanted an excuse to have a nice candle lit dinner with you."

"But he said he has nothing to do with this."

"That's a lie.  He was planning on me being a jerk then leaving, then he'd just casually sit down and talk to you and you'd both eat."

"Keith!  Shut up!  You weren't supposed to tell her!" 

"Dawson, just go get us some drinks.  We have some things to discuss."

"Wow, I never realized how truly convoluted you were."

"Yes, yes, well, what can I say?"

"So you're not interested in me?"

"No, not at all.  I find you small, annoying, and not very pretty."

I stared at him with my mouth gaping.  "You mother fu-"

"All we have is Pepsi."  Dawson said interrupting me.

"That's fine." Keith said waving him away.  "Okay, now to discuss why I wanted to talk to you."

I crossed my arms and leaned back.  "Shoot."

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