Lessons Learned-
Two-Bicker and Babble
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: A short chapter, kind of not up to par. By the way, I have no idea if chicken ass smells good or bad. I'm a little lost as to where I should take this, I have a few vague ideas, but they're far ahead. Suggestions are very welcome.
I'm not putting on an extra dabble of my Abercrombie perfume for Cohen. I don't care about how he thinks I smell. In fact, he can think I smell like chicken ass for all I care.
Funny, he smells pretty good.
Wow, the Cohen home is nicer then I remembered. I asked Coop if she wanted to come, she got all wah. She said something about Chino and her being on bad terms. He saw her talking to Luke, some crap like that.
Um, did I ask for a life story?
Of course, I didn't say that. How evil would that make me? No, instead, I got all "I understand," and hung up.
Seth's dad answers the door. He's friendly enough, better then most guys' dads. But someone needs to get those eyebrows waxed. I mean, wow, it's like a forest in those things.
Mr. Cohen shows me to Seth's room. Just a little awkward. I didn't know we'd be doing this in his bedroom. Oh God, that was kind of naughty.
Ew, anything naughty with Cohen, is just, ew!
"Hey, Summer. Um, you can sit on my bed," he greets. Aw, he's blushing.
"I'm the first girl you've ever had in your bedroom, huh?" I ask. It wasn't supposed to come out as bitchy, but that's the same with a lot of things I say.
He nods. Now I feel really mean. Damn Cohen!
"Well, don't get used to it," I snap.
Okay, now that was like, ultra-mean. Can I blame it on my espresso this morning? Yes. The Starbucks bitch gave it to me instead of my frappacino. Damn Starbucks bitch!
"Um, do you want to just review the homework?" he asks.
I nod. Ooh, this not talking thing might work out for me, that way he won't go and weep to little Tinkerbell after this. Ugh, she's annoying. Who just waltzes into a town and thinks they know, like, everything?
He starts talking about putting x over 28 and dividing both sides. It's boring, but he's an improvement from Mrs. Berg. I actually sort of understand it. Okay, not really, but a little!
"Summer? Do you get how x would equal -34?"
I lean over his shoulder. His neck is pretty warm, got a little stubble there. Kind of hot. He shifts uncomfortably.
"Um, kind of," I reply. By 'kind of', I mean 'no'.
He explains it again. "See?" he asks.
Hm, I kind of do, actually. I nod. "You're good at this tutoring thing,"
He shrugs and closes the book. "Mrs. Berg wants us to have a few sessions, enough until you do well on the next quiz," he explains.
A few more? One is awkward enough.
My stomach rumbles. I glance over at his clock. It's 5:57. I need to eat. "Cohen, you guys have, like, food, right?" I ask.
"No. Here we starve ourselves," Geek-Boy replies. Oh, now he went from shy to snappy in two seconds flat. Good for him.
"Does Tinkerbell like that?" I snap back. Damn, where'd that come from?
It's not like I'm jealous. Why would I be jealous of a bleached blonde chick who can't even match her clothes?
Seth shoots me a 'look'. Let's be honest, he can so not pull that off. He'll have to talk in, say, four seconds. Silence kills him, I just know it.
One.
Two.
Three.
Fou—"So what do you wanna get?"
There it is.
"China City? You dragged me to a Chinese place called China City? China is a country, this is the most geographically incorrect restaurant," Cohen's blabbering. I take offense. China City is good, okay?
"Only dorks care about geography of where they eat," I say, "You didn't even have to come. In fact, I'd rather you leave. Now,"
Seth doesn't even pause before replying, "Why? Would it be bad for business for a potential customer to see you with another guy? I'm sure Big Leon might be upset,"
Uh! He just totally called me a whore, which I am not, by the way. Ugh. One second Cohen is staring at me, and the next he's bantering with me like he's just discovered the concept that is wit. Yeah, I'll admit he's funny, but not funny enough for me to actually laugh.
"Screw you," I mutter. That's all I could think of? I lose. I kick him under the table. He winces in pain. Oops, a little too much force!
"Rage…Blackouts…Right,"
