Nero and I used the t-test table when we should’ve used the z-test one.
I bit the inside of my cheek, realizing they were right.
We’re not fighting for the answer we thought was correct, we were arguing for the sake of arguing.
I’m not to blame, anyway. It was Nero who started the whole thing.
Ever since he picked me up so we could ride together to the Azuls’, he’s been ignoring my attempts to start a conversation, even going as far as turning up the volume of the radio earlier.
He’s been pulling away like my touch burned when our skin would touch, and he would look so annoyed with that clenched jaw of his, combined with his nostrils flaring as if he was losing patience with me.
There was a heavy pause in the room that made Dex and Siege share a look, and completely in sync, they stood up, rounding the table, hauling me and Nero out of our seats.
I don’t know how the hell Siege wasdraggingNero, but my guess is he couldn’t do it if Nero wasn’t even a tiny bit compliant. They were both huge, and Nero’s a football player, for Christ’s sake.
Dex opened the basement door, pushing us inside, and I heard a beep sound seconds later.
Son of a gun locked it.
“Dex!” I shouted, trying to get it open, but I’m not sure if they can even hear me from the other side.
I was patting my clothes down, looking for my phone, only to realize I had it sitting pretty on the dining table where we were studying.
“C,” Nero called out softly, but I was too annoyed to think straight.
“What?” With my tone clipped, I quickly turned to confront him, causing him to recoil ever so slightly.
It was almost comical. Seeing the football captain and quarterback drawing back from the irritated expression on my face.
Nero lifted his hand up where he was holding his phone, the screen bright in the dark stairs that led to the basement.
Dex
Talk it out
Or fuck it out
Siege
What he means is we’ll give you time to work out your issues
I let out a grumble, stomping down the stairs and then flopping down onto the couch with my legs and arms crossed.
Holy hell, I feel like I’m acting bratty, but I’m annoyed out of my frickin' mind.
I heard Nero’s footsteps as he made his way down the stairs, and I kept my eyes on the wall, not wanting to meet his eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?”
My jaw clenched, not sparing him even a glance. I could see him from the corner of my eyes, however, and he visibly took a deep breath before taking two steps closer to me.
“C, you have to talk to me. I don’t get why you’re suddenly so annoyed with me.”
Is this guy for real?
“Suddenly? Me?” I asked, my eyes wide and my brows arching up to my forehead as I couldn’t believe he’s making me out to be the bad guy. “You’re the one who’s acting like you have a gigantic stick up your ass ever since this morning!”
“What? What did I do?”
