Chapter 3
He should have planned that a little better.
Despite his plan working in a sense, Drax said aloud at the kitchen table how he wants to spend his summer with his dad as a serpent monster just like him. The table froze to the notion, as his father was quick to scold him. "I thought we weren't going to bring that up!" he protested.
But the look of intrigue came over Garou as he thought it over. However when he mentioned about Drax earning it with his grades, his heart sank a little. Drax isn't the best student at school to say the least, he's great in math and gym, but all other subject he was just getting by on. Not to mention when the suggestion was made for him to earn a 90% average, his hopes for his summer sank, until Alley mentioned about a few point leeway just in case. However, his father was willing to agree to the deal, if he was then he will do everything he could to achieve it.
Garou even rose to cast the soothsayer spell when his father stopped him. Insisting that Drax would be going to Amai's this weekend and needs to discuss the matter with him first. "He could be going to rock camp, if Amai already signed him up, I don't want him going as a snake kid!"
Garou held off for the moment, but Drax knew now the pressure was on. He had to get better at school, he just as to! He wolfed down the rest of his dinner before retreating to his room. From there he hit the books, but grew frustrated within five minutes of the work. "Gah! I can't take this!" he growled.
A gentle knock came to his door, Goliath peered in. "Hey… can I help?" he asked.
Drax was stunned as Goliath came into the room. He blew through the books easily reading every page and even table of contents! Yet as he finished the books, he sighed to it all. "That's the problem with the learning curriculum, they are teaching the kids all the same thing without giving them the least bit of encouragement to research. History is written by the winners, I get that, but there are also stories from those who have seen it from a different perspective. A neutral and the other side of the battle of war."
Drax froze as he stared at Goliath with a bewildered look. "Man, I wish you were my teacher, you made that interesting!"
Goliath smiled, then his hand reached for the English book they were reading. Macbeth. "Gah, I hate it, the book makes no sense whatsoever!"
Goliath was quick to read through it. "The premise is simple enough to understand, this world of Macbeth is about the balance of power, when it shifts everything suffers."
Drax was at a loss. "How could you have understood that? You barely read it for five minutes and understood more of the book than I have!"
"I read a lot you know, helps when your dad read to a much… youthful me. Huh, perhaps the way of education for you is very similar to my father's methods. You prefer to do rather than read, don't you?"
His head nodded. "Martial arts is easy for me since it's fascinates me. Everything here… I got no interest in learning really."
"Yet, if you want your summer with your father, you need to pass your classes. I wish to help you however I can, don't tell my father but I've been going to the libraries as of late and could read a whole sections in an afternoon…" he leaned in and whispered. "I've broken into your school to do that too. My brother has as well."
Drax went pale slightly. The twins were breaking into libraries and schools, just to get their hands on new books? Goliath stood. "Perhaps maybe I shouldn't interfere…"
"Wait!" as Goliath turned his back, Drax got a fantastic idea. "How would you like to come to school with me, but… you need to look a little more professional."
There was a wicked grin on the fact of Goliath. "Oh no problem. I've made myself a suit!"
"Perfect, wear that when I go to school on Monday, tomorrow's Friday so there's no point in you attending. But Monday, I'll bring you along and you can go into the library to read without worry, if anyone asks, tell them you are my tutor!"
"A tutor… I like the sound of that… what's a tutor?"
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Goliath got the run down as to what a tutor was. When he realized it was being one's personal teacher, Goliath appeared to take the task to heart. He began that night to train Drax… in a different way. He figured the best way for him to learn was to do something, rather than read it. So he took him outside and showed off a martial art move while quoting Macbeth. In return he wanted Drax to do the same thing, yet also get the quote right word for word. Drax mastered the movement, but the words were off. "Again."
"But I got the movement!" protested Drax.
"Indeed, but not the words. Once more watch me." Goliath would do it over and over again along with Drax, it would be the eighth time when he words and movement were perfect. "Very good!"
"You're starting to have me dislike martial arts now." Muttered Drax.
"So, what do you propose we do? Huh? I know the physical activity stimulates you, which allows you to retain the information. How else can we go about this?"
"Well, I think I studied enough for now. I got the rest of the work done until tomorrow. Thanks though, for helping me."
"My pleasure, perhaps we will find another method of teaching. I am new at this."
Drax retreated back into the house, Goliath was about to follow until he saw his father lingering outside, and he gave a nudge to him. He appeared a little concerned since his father would normally just call out to him, perhaps he doesn't want anyone to know of their conversation. As he approached, confusion began to come to his mind. "Dad… what's wrong?"
"I saw what you are doing, Snek doesn't want you to help Drax succeed."
"Oh?"
"He doesn't want Drax to be a serpent kid for the summer time."
Goliath paused once more. "Does this mean I need to stop?"
Yet the evil smile on his father only grew. "No, but you need to up your game and become more sneaky than this. I overheard Drax and you talking about it in his room. I tend to think the school has more than enough facilities for you two to use, not to mention a nice big gym to train in. But… don't tell Snek."
Goliath smiled and nodded.