Sasha sat, head down, scribbling away in her notebook. Learning to teach English as a foreign language was far easier when English was your first language. Her mind had wandered to Tim, who had become confused about his work schedule and wondered if his episodes had caused him to miss work, and was apparently meeting up with Jay again at some point. Sasha hoped Jay would keep a close eye on him, and wished she had said something while she had the chance.

She felt a poke on her shoulder and she turned to see Miguel Sanchez, a young Mexican man who she reguarly spoke to in what could only be described as Spanglish.

"Sasha," he whispered, leaning in close "I'm kind of struggling understanding sis worksheet in English."

Sasha smiled, "It's ok, it's homework, not for now."

"Could you please help me?"

She nodded, "Come over after class, we can go to my house and do it there?"

Miguel raised an eyebrow and cocked a grin "Do it sere?"

"Mm." Sasha nodded and turned back to the teacher, adding, "My roomate is out so we won't be interrupted."

"So you just conjugate the verb really. Past tense participle." Sasha took a sip of cola,

"Ooohhh, I see." Miguel scribbled down the answer,

The front door opened, "I'm home! Hey, Sash, I still have a job!" Tim's voice came wafting in cheerily, "Sash?" His head popped round the door and his expression changed, "Oh." his voice became flat like a deflated balloon, "I didn't know you, er...had company."

Sasha smiled brightly, "Tim, this is Miguel, he's in my class. Miguel, este es mi amigo, Tim. Vive agui conmigo."

"Ah," Miguel made a smile and outstretched his hand, "Is good to meet you."

"And you." Tim replied, stonily.

Sasha sensed Tim's apprehension, and attempted to quell it the only way she knew how "Tea, anyone?"

Tim's eyes flicked back and forth between her and Miguel, "Not for me thanks." he said, "I have some stuff to do. Work on a few things for Jay and the film and stuff."

"Oh." Sasha felt a little let down, "Ok then..."

It was a little later and Miguel was still here. Tim clenched his jaw, why wasn't he gone yet? Why was he still here?

Tim opened the fridge and stared into it, but not really looking, hoping to catch snatchings of what was being said and he felt hot and bothered. Why did he care that Sasha had brought some good-looking Latino guy back home and was now talking to him intently?

It's because you're jealous...a little voice at the back of his head said and he instictively slapped his temple. Shut up, he snapped at himself.

Closing the fridge, Tim turned and jumped when he saw Miguel standing there. "Can I help you?"

"I ask you something?" Miguel wondered and Tim nodded, "Well, er, I was sinking...well, erm, sat er...Sasha y I," he pointed to himself, "we, um, we go to de, de bed soon. And er, I..."

Tim did a mental double take and froze, "You, you and Sasha what?"

Miguel repeated, "We go to the bed."

Tim was a mixture of confused and angry as he struggled to get the words out, "You and Sasha are going to bed...together? Excuse me?"

Before Miguel could reply, Tim stepped closer, "So you think you're good enough to just screw her, huh? How long have you known Sasha? How long have you two been, oh, I don't know, a couple? What's her favourite song? What happens in her recurring dream? What medicine is she allergic to? Huh? What part of England is she from? What is her number one dream? What countries would she like to go to?"

Miguel looked puzzled, "I...I don't know...she ask me back here to do homework?"

Tim shook his head, "What?" he went, exasperated,

"She ask me to come here to do homework alone. She say you were out and we wouldn't be disturbed."

"What? Hang on..." Tim buried his face in his hands, "She asks you back here so she could help you with homework and you take that as an invitation to go to bed with her?"

Miguel nodded, "My friend tell me if a girl invites you home to do something that sound...erm, I don't know the English for this...inocente...it mean she want to do the sex with you."

Tim stood, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"I was wrong?"

"Yes, you were wrong! Very very wrong!"

"Oh."

Tim heard Miguel say goodbye to Sasha and went in, eyebrows raised.

"Are you ok?" she asked him, "You seemed a bit off today."

"I'm fine," he told her, "nothing to worry about."

Sasha's lip curled, "Really?"

Tim looked at her, "What?"

"You seemed different towards Miguel."

Tim shrugged, "You know me, anti-social."

She moved closer, "Timothy..."

"Yeeees?"

"Were you jealous?"

Tim, caught off guard, coughed, thumping his chest to rid himself of the smokers' cough he spluttered, "No, why? Why would I be jealous? It's not my business who you bring home. You're free to bring home whoever you want." he felt his cheeks flush a deep red, "Why would it bother me?"

Sasha cocked an eyebrow and rubbed his back, "Mate, calm down," she giggled, "I was just kidding."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Feeling his coughing subside, Tim noted the hotness in his face had not, and was about to protest when Sasha spoke again.

"I'm hungry, let's get hot dogs."