Hi you all! Thanks so much for the reviews! I would be happy with even 1 review… ha-ha… ok, um… let's see… I am infamous for short chapters. So apology inserted here… ah… read my profile to get to know the author (A.K.A me) better, ok? Here you go. I tried to make it long…
Two days passed and the teacher announced that tutoring sessions would be on Mondays and Fridays at the pupil's house. This announcement hardly calmed Pirika down. Whenever the doorbell rang, she'd freak out. "So soon?" she's shriek, paranoid of the doorbell chime. And when HoroHoro opened the door to reveal the postman, she would sigh. But on a Monday, it wasn't the postman in his blue uniform but rather, Tao Ren, looking bored. What was worse was the fact that it happened to be the one day Pirika had the courage to even touch the golden doorknob.
"AAK!" she exclaimed, realizing she was dressed in a Powerpuff Girls tee and home shorts. He glanced at her briefly, and then smirked. She blushed. Stupid Tao Ren. Always dressed so properly, you'd… you'd think he never wore embarrassing stuff even at home. " I'm here to teach you math," he stated in monotone. Pirika rolled her eyes. "I know. Are you going to come in or do I have to curtsy first?" she snapped. Tao Ren coolly stepped in and studied her living room. "Pretty good feng shui, " he murmured more to himself than to be heard.
Pirika smiled. "Really? Then why am I so bad at math?" she asked. Ren shrugged. " Good feng shui doesn't mean good BRAINS." He said, emphasizing on the word brains. Pirika huffed. Whatever. Stupid, idiotic, smarty-pants Tao. "Just sit there on the sofa and wait for me to get my books," she instructed, hurrying off to her room to get her stuff. Tao Ren snorted and plunked himself down on the couch. How long would he have to wait?
In actual fact, Pirika took only 2 minutes but it seemed like an eternity to Ren. He noticed (not intentionally) that she had changed into PROPER clothing, without hilarious designs. She seated herself beside him and flipped her textbook open. " Let's start," she cheerily announced. Half an hour later, she slammed the book shut. "ARGH! I JUST CAN'T DO THIS!" she yelled, getting off the sofa and storming into the kitchen. She appeared seconds later with two cans of coke, and practically threw one to Ren. "We're taking a nice, long break," she stated. He shrugged. He didn't mind. Pirika probably didn't get whatever he said just now anyway. There was a comfortable silence for a while, before Pirika spoke. "Hey, Ren," she quietly asked, " Do you like anybody?" Tao Ren laughed. It was short, but nevertheless it made Pirika grin. "Don't be idiotic, of course I don't." he replied nonchalantly. "Not even Ayame?" she prodded. Ayame was the prettiest, most popular girl in their level. Tao Ren almost spewed his coke, as he started to choke. (Author says: Hey, that rhymes!) "YOU kidding?" he snickered. " I wouldn't go out with her. I'd rather get beaten up by your brother."
Pirika didn't know why, but she beamed. " That's great!" she cried. "What's great?" he asked. " Me getting beaten up by your onii-chan?" Pirika's cheeks were flushed. "No, um… the fact that you don't like Ayame." She mumbled. " Like anybody cares," he snorted. Pirika thought about it. True, why DID she care? Goodness, she hated this guy to the core! It would hardly matter if he keeled over due to too much sugar intake right now. Well, of course, he'd be in her living room and she MIGHT be accused of purposely serving the coke to him and causing him to die. On second thought, that was impossible. " Yeah, nobody cares," she echoed. She stared at the math textbook again. " We… should start, I guess," she began. Tao Ren shrugged, and she reached for it, just at the same time Tao Ren reached for his can of coke, interestingly positioned beside the textbook. Somehow the coke spilled onto the textbook and some onto Pirika's lap. "OH!" she exclaimed. " I'll get the tissues," Ren said calmly, getting up slowly and strolling into the kitchen to grab some tissues. He came back, and helped to mop up the mess in the textbook. He noticed Pirika was scrubbing away furiously. " Need help?" he asked. Pirika threw her coke-soaked tissue onto the table in disgust. "I think so," she groaned. He just smirked as usual, snatched another tissue and patted the lake of coke on her lap gently. Pirika's face was on fire. Why…was…he…helping?
Oh yeah. She had asked him for his help. He seemed collected as usual, and she hated him for it. "Done," he announced, and stood up. " Got to go," he said. Pirika walked him to the door. " See you in school tomorrow," she waved. He nodded, and then left. "Bye," she whispered.