Her saving Grace

Chapter 22

“That’s not going to happen, Kayla. I have never lost a match.” He said. His voice didn’t sound boastful, he was just stating a fact. “Now, are you done with the questions, or are you ready to do some maths?”

“Okay, okay, I’m ready.” I rolled my eyes at him and opened my book.

His tutoring session had finally began, which consist of him teasing and making fun of my failed attempts on some of the problems. He was also being patient with me just the same.

Yep, that has become the normal routine for every time I spent with Carson tutoring me. WARNING: A small amount of abusive content!

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A day has passed and now today was Wednesday. I was a little nervous today, because Mr. Malcolm had said we would be given a quiz in maths class. I know that I’ve been working with Carson on my maths, but there was still a far way to go.

I reached maths class ten minutes before the bell rang to practice some problems that I have trouble with before the test. And believe me, I had trouble with a lot of them.

I was spinning the pages of my book frantically in frustration and sighing heavily when Carson walked in. He sat down beside me and chuckled at my frantic behaviour. The problems on the pages started to make my head hurt.

continued to chuckle. I finally look up to glare

any sense

this test, because if I fail another test, my maths grade will drop and then I

at me and leaned back on his chair, putting his hands behind his head. He seems so carefree, like we weren’t getting a maths test today. Ugh! I groaned. Why did he have to get the brains to

told us to put our books away. When Mr. Malcolm gave me my paper, I groaned once again. I didn’t understand half of

his paper without any care in the world. It’s like they were

got up and bring his paper to the teacher’s desk. I looked at him open-mouthed. He saw me looking at him and

I head for the cafeteria quickly. After that test,

test?” Lucas asked me, when I sat down to eat my lunch. “Please don’t ask

like me.” I said, before taking a bite of my

with his friends. They walked over to the table that they usually sits. As usual as they sat down, a group of girls and some cheerleaders walked over to their table to

down directly in front of me. That wretched

the corner

rolled my eyes at Carson. “Don’t patronize me,

I was giving him. “Come