“Same thing,” she says, shrugging and for some reason I find myself deflating at her words, she really thinks she's like her mother? Or does she not mind being perceived like her?
“Wait, were you watching Back To The Future two?” she asks, snapping me out of my thoughts, her line of vision going towards my TV which is currently paused on Back To The Future two.
I wish I could say I was some mastermind, but honestly, I was actually just watching it.
“Maybe.”
“So, you've watched number one?” she asks again and I almost fall back at how excited she looks right now, her beautiful, siren-blue eyes wide and her mouth open like a giddy little girl.
Stop being cute.
I clear my throat and act nonchalant. “A few days ago, yes.”
“What did you think?!” she asks shaking me by the shoulders and I can't contain my smile.
It was a very good movie, kind of tone deaf at times, but I was hooked for the majority of the movie as was Aryan. For some reason, watching it made me feel closer to Juliette, which is insanely weird.
“It was good.”
“Just good?”
“Yes.”
Her hands drop from my shoulders and she gives me a little push. “You're so annoying.”
I sigh with a small smile. “Fine. It was life changing, monumental, incredible—”
“That's what I like to hear,” she retorts, smiling smugly.
“Come on.” I shake my head with a laugh, gesturing to the stairs as I walk upstairs and she follows behind me.
She plops down on my bed like she owns it and takes out her study materials while I ready myself to turn into tutor mode, although it's very hard when she looks this good.
I sit down on my computer chair opposite her and clap my hands together. “Our exam is next week. You can't retake this one, so you have to pass it, okay?”
Juliette's grades are steadily improving, I've seen her class work and she's really jumping. She just needs to pass all of the upcoming exams and she won't be kicked off the team. Then of course, I'll also get my letter, which is the only thing I care about.
She nods. “I know.”
“Let's start then.”
The next forty minutes consists of me teaching Juliette exactly what to write down during the exam and how the mark scheme works.
I've studied practically every single mark scheme ever given to me and it's always worked in my favour.
She's compiling notes diligently and I force myself not to get distracted as we reach the end of our session. Then, I prepare to do a quiz at the end of our session like we usually do.
“So did you finally study those notes I gave you on genetics?” I ask ready to be disappointed again.
“I did, but I'm having a hard time retaining the information,” she says honestly, chewing her bottom lip.
She's so different when I tutor her; gone is her confident façade and in comes this nervous girl who just wants some help. It's actually sort of endearing.
Focus, Adaline.
“I'll read out some questions from these flash cards, try your best to answer them,” I say gently and she nods.
I take out the first flash card. “What is a gamete?” This is a pretty easy one, she should be able to answer this.
