[shoutouts]- you guys rock our hippos
(electricxrain)-hmm.. who is this squid you speak of? and yesh.. tutors
would suck.. unless you know the person tutoring you.... looks down at
boxers yesh v. comfortable. and freddy's... wink
(maigain)-sorry friend, no freddy katie, no freddy/summer... this is a
freddy/oc, but not one of the bad ones. she isn't too mary sue...
hopefully.
(swimmerkitti)- wow you seem to get around to everyone on reviews! hehe
thanks, your name twin shall comment on the AVs and hockey becuase i'm not
an avid fan.
(princess642)- yay you dont' think she's mary sue! hope you liked this
chapter!
Chapter 2
"Hey Lawrence?" Freddy asked. The Chinese teen looked up from his Physics textbook. "How busy are you?" He rubbed his arms, cold from the slight wind. His Lacoste polo didn't provide much warmth.
"Well, I have the philharmonic youth symphony, AP tests are coming up soon, and my piano instructor has signed me up for several piano competitions, plus I'm taking SAT classes..." Lawrence trailed off attempting to remember the rest of his schedule.
"SAT classes? What are you taking those for?" Freddy snorted incredulously.
"I need to be prepared," he shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
"I was wondering if you'd be able to tutor me and help raise my grades. My parents are taking drastic action since I'm failing two classes," Freddy sighed. "Basically, I'm screwed and thought you'd be able to lend a helping hand."
Lawrence shook his head. "Sorry, Freddy, but time does not permit me to do any more extracurriculars."
Freddy nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks anyway." Hunching his shoulders, he turned away.
"Wait, Freddy. I might be able to help you after all." Freddy grinned to himself. Good old reliable Lawrence.
"How?"
"My cousin could tutor you. She goes to this school and as far as I know, has no extracurriculars to get in the way," Lawrence proposed.
Freddy stopped chuckling. "Your– your cousin?" he stammered.
Lawrence smiled. "Yes. Would you like to meet her? She's supposed to meet me for lunch in just a few minutes. I am sure you could work something out." He brightened when he saw someone coming toward him. "Here she is now."
A dark haired girl approached them, waving to Lawrence, who nodded at her. When she was a few yards away from where the boys were talking, she dropped her textbooks and managed to trip over them. Freddy had to bite his lip quite hard to keep from laughing out loud. She collected herself before pressing on to join her cousin.
"Freddy, this is my cousin Zoe," Lawrence performed the introductions.
"Dude, this is your cousin?" Freddy asked. Lawrence nodded. "No offense, but you two look absolutely nothing alike."
Zoe glared at him. "What wonderful powers of observation you have, Fred."
"Actually, my name's Freddy."
She blinked at him slowly. Zoe then sat down across from Lawrence and proceeded to ignore the blond drummer who was burning holes in the back of her head with his eyes.
Freddy was somewhat bored. He was waiting for Lawrence to ask his cousin to tutor him, but Lawrence just kept talking in Mandarin, also known as jibberish to Freddy. Zoe simply replied with a few words in English while eating her peanut butter and banana sandwich.
Lawrence said something that caught her attention, and she choked on her sandwich for a moment before interrogating Lawrence in rapid fire Mandarin. He laughed and nodded. She eyed him warily before asking him something else. Lawrence grinned again. "Why don't you ask Freddy?" he turned to the drummer, who looked up at hearing his name.
"Ask me what?"
"Am I going to be paid?" she inquired, an eyebrow raised.
"Paid for what?"
She rolled her eyes. "For the sexual favors I'm to perform." A look of shock crossed his face. "For tutoring, genius. Damn, you really do need help."
"Since when did me and my poor grades come into the discussion?" he asked.
She sighed. "Just answer the question. Thing is, I really don't want to tutor, but I need the money."
"Yeah, money, whatever. Just talk to my parents." He turned his head away, eyes stinging from the breeze that blew into them.
"And how do you propose I do that?" She tried to look at him, hair whipping into her face.
Taking out a pen, he wrote a phone number on her palm. "Well, usually people call. On the telephone, you know?"
"This is going to be a hell of a lot of fun, Jones, you know that?"
He smiled sarcastically. "I'm quivering with excitement."
"What am I tutoring you in?" she questioned.
"History and Spanish," Freddy mumbled.
"What? Those are easy classes," she scoffed.
"Everything is easy to you Zo," Lawrence reached over and jabbed her shoulder.
"Yeah, sorry oh Highness, I don't apply myself and spend all of my time studying," Freddy mocked, bowing in an "I am not worthy" manner.
"Maybe if you did just a little more, your parents wouldn't bitch about grades," she informed him.
"Thank you, captain obvious. You're definitely dorkly enough to be a tutor, what the hell is that on your shirt?" He pointed to the brown elephant- shaped cartoon figure on her black t-shirt.
"It's un mamut, tonto."
"Ooh, we're pulling out the BIG insults now," he muttered under his breath.
"At least you know some Spanish."
"What's un mamut?"
Zoe slapped her palm to her forehead. "This is so not going to be worth it." She began grumbling to herself in a strange mixture of English, Spanish, and Mandarin. Freddy was pretty sure he caught the words "mierda," "matar," and "beat with a skillet," somewhere in her tirade.
A bell rang from inside the school, triggering an exodus as the students rose from the cheap metal tables to meander toward fifth period. Zoe balled up the paper sack that had contained her lunch and tossed it into the trash can. "I guess I'll be calling you later," she told Freddy and hoisted her backpack up to her shoulder before leaving.
[A/N]- (Jess) so another chapter, we shall update more frequently now that we're both done with AP tests and only have somewhat-slacker classes left. Also, Kaitlin insists that the license plates are from Minnesota, which my TV is too small to tell, so they live in the twin cities. Life lesson, don't get hit with golf balls... they hurt. And drinking a gallon of orange juice makes you really have to go pee.
(Kaitlin) Pretty much the same as what Jessi said... except that just getting hit with balls hurts in general, not just golf balls. Rammalammadingdong.
[disclaimer]- the mamut song belongs to LG productions, unos panas ahí or Luis Guillermo Torres... you can find it here: [http:]
review please!
Chapter 2
"Hey Lawrence?" Freddy asked. The Chinese teen looked up from his Physics textbook. "How busy are you?" He rubbed his arms, cold from the slight wind. His Lacoste polo didn't provide much warmth.
"Well, I have the philharmonic youth symphony, AP tests are coming up soon, and my piano instructor has signed me up for several piano competitions, plus I'm taking SAT classes..." Lawrence trailed off attempting to remember the rest of his schedule.
"SAT classes? What are you taking those for?" Freddy snorted incredulously.
"I need to be prepared," he shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
"I was wondering if you'd be able to tutor me and help raise my grades. My parents are taking drastic action since I'm failing two classes," Freddy sighed. "Basically, I'm screwed and thought you'd be able to lend a helping hand."
Lawrence shook his head. "Sorry, Freddy, but time does not permit me to do any more extracurriculars."
Freddy nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks anyway." Hunching his shoulders, he turned away.
"Wait, Freddy. I might be able to help you after all." Freddy grinned to himself. Good old reliable Lawrence.
"How?"
"My cousin could tutor you. She goes to this school and as far as I know, has no extracurriculars to get in the way," Lawrence proposed.
Freddy stopped chuckling. "Your– your cousin?" he stammered.
Lawrence smiled. "Yes. Would you like to meet her? She's supposed to meet me for lunch in just a few minutes. I am sure you could work something out." He brightened when he saw someone coming toward him. "Here she is now."
A dark haired girl approached them, waving to Lawrence, who nodded at her. When she was a few yards away from where the boys were talking, she dropped her textbooks and managed to trip over them. Freddy had to bite his lip quite hard to keep from laughing out loud. She collected herself before pressing on to join her cousin.
"Freddy, this is my cousin Zoe," Lawrence performed the introductions.
"Dude, this is your cousin?" Freddy asked. Lawrence nodded. "No offense, but you two look absolutely nothing alike."
Zoe glared at him. "What wonderful powers of observation you have, Fred."
"Actually, my name's Freddy."
She blinked at him slowly. Zoe then sat down across from Lawrence and proceeded to ignore the blond drummer who was burning holes in the back of her head with his eyes.
Freddy was somewhat bored. He was waiting for Lawrence to ask his cousin to tutor him, but Lawrence just kept talking in Mandarin, also known as jibberish to Freddy. Zoe simply replied with a few words in English while eating her peanut butter and banana sandwich.
Lawrence said something that caught her attention, and she choked on her sandwich for a moment before interrogating Lawrence in rapid fire Mandarin. He laughed and nodded. She eyed him warily before asking him something else. Lawrence grinned again. "Why don't you ask Freddy?" he turned to the drummer, who looked up at hearing his name.
"Ask me what?"
"Am I going to be paid?" she inquired, an eyebrow raised.
"Paid for what?"
She rolled her eyes. "For the sexual favors I'm to perform." A look of shock crossed his face. "For tutoring, genius. Damn, you really do need help."
"Since when did me and my poor grades come into the discussion?" he asked.
She sighed. "Just answer the question. Thing is, I really don't want to tutor, but I need the money."
"Yeah, money, whatever. Just talk to my parents." He turned his head away, eyes stinging from the breeze that blew into them.
"And how do you propose I do that?" She tried to look at him, hair whipping into her face.
Taking out a pen, he wrote a phone number on her palm. "Well, usually people call. On the telephone, you know?"
"This is going to be a hell of a lot of fun, Jones, you know that?"
He smiled sarcastically. "I'm quivering with excitement."
"What am I tutoring you in?" she questioned.
"History and Spanish," Freddy mumbled.
"What? Those are easy classes," she scoffed.
"Everything is easy to you Zo," Lawrence reached over and jabbed her shoulder.
"Yeah, sorry oh Highness, I don't apply myself and spend all of my time studying," Freddy mocked, bowing in an "I am not worthy" manner.
"Maybe if you did just a little more, your parents wouldn't bitch about grades," she informed him.
"Thank you, captain obvious. You're definitely dorkly enough to be a tutor, what the hell is that on your shirt?" He pointed to the brown elephant- shaped cartoon figure on her black t-shirt.
"It's un mamut, tonto."
"Ooh, we're pulling out the BIG insults now," he muttered under his breath.
"At least you know some Spanish."
"What's un mamut?"
Zoe slapped her palm to her forehead. "This is so not going to be worth it." She began grumbling to herself in a strange mixture of English, Spanish, and Mandarin. Freddy was pretty sure he caught the words "mierda," "matar," and "beat with a skillet," somewhere in her tirade.
A bell rang from inside the school, triggering an exodus as the students rose from the cheap metal tables to meander toward fifth period. Zoe balled up the paper sack that had contained her lunch and tossed it into the trash can. "I guess I'll be calling you later," she told Freddy and hoisted her backpack up to her shoulder before leaving.
[A/N]- (Jess) so another chapter, we shall update more frequently now that we're both done with AP tests and only have somewhat-slacker classes left. Also, Kaitlin insists that the license plates are from Minnesota, which my TV is too small to tell, so they live in the twin cities. Life lesson, don't get hit with golf balls... they hurt. And drinking a gallon of orange juice makes you really have to go pee.
(Kaitlin) Pretty much the same as what Jessi said... except that just getting hit with balls hurts in general, not just golf balls. Rammalammadingdong.
[disclaimer]- the mamut song belongs to LG productions, unos panas ahí or Luis Guillermo Torres... you can find it here: [http:]
review please!