Sorry about the delay, I've been busy with college visits

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"And that is why I don't eat meat." Garfield said proudly as Rachael rubbed her temples in annoyance. Barely 10 minutes with the guy and she was already getting a headache.

"That's an incredibly stupid reason." Rachael replied flatly, picking at the sandwich in front of her. The boy gave her a hurt glance and she rolled her eyes.

"What? How?"

"Think about it; you stopped eating meat to defy your parents. Just let that sink in." Rachael returned cooly. For a second, an annoyed look crossed Garfield's face. However a split second later it was replaced by a cheeky smile. Rolling her eyes, Rachael wiped her hands on one of the paper napkins she had gathered.

"Can I leave now? I don't want to be late for my class." she said flatly.

"You never want to be late for anything."

"You shouldn't want to. Obviously." Rachael replied, rolling her eyes. Garfield raised his hands up in defeat.

"Fine. Fine, whatever." he said passively, surprising the dark haired would have expected a bigger fuss from him. Hm. Odd. Very odd. Instead of complaining, she happily grabbed her jacket and slipped out the door, Garfield following behind her.

"Sooooo, about that tutoring thing..." he began, leading Rachael to sigh.

"Of course."

"When do you plan to come over, cuz apparently, I'm failing English." Garfield said. To that, Rachael stopped in her tracks.

"Wait. How the hell are you failing English?! It's your damn language for god's sake!" she demanded, squinting her eyes.

"I dunno! I guess I just don't care about "pronouns" and "verbs" or whatever." Garfield said simply, rolling his eyes.

"You've go to be kidding me." she scoffed, pressing her bag into her shoulder.

"Well, whatever. When can you come over?" Garfield pressed, raising suspicion in Rachael.

"Are you sure there's not going to be a bucket of pig's blood rigged to fall on my head once I step through your door?" Rachael questioned, raising her eyebrow. The lanky boy groaned and nodded.

"Come on. I'm a man now-don't you dare give me that look- and I promise; no pig's blood."

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This was bad. This was very, very bad. Somehow, that little moron can convinced Rachael to tutor him after school. Victor knew that his chances of winning now were severely damaged. On the phone with him was Garfield, boasting about his latest victory with the dark haired girl.

"How did you even manage to do that man?" Victor exclaimed in shock once he heard the news. Whatever he had done, he was starting to wrap Rachael around his little finger. But Victor refused to let one hundred dollars go to Garfield. Refused.

"Dude. She's only doing it cuz you blackmailed her." Victor said, hiding the nervousness in his voice.

"No! We went to lunch and everything!"

"Who paid?"

"She did, but that means NOTHING, man." Garfield returned over the phone quickly. Victor smiled to himself. All he had to do was keep pressing the little guy.

"Well look at that; you just gave her another reason to hate you." There was silence over the phone followed by a loud crash. Victor muted the phone and began to laugh manically, enjoying the taste of a small victory.

"I'm gonna have to call you back...accidentally broke something." Garfield said, clicking END before Victor could even say goodbye. No harm done, in fact, you could say Victor was helping Rachael out. After all, if Garfield lost the bet, the poor girl's heart wouldn't have to be broken. It wasn't like someone wasn't getting hurt in the process; Rachael definitely was. The poor girl had it bad as it already is, imagine being played by one of the popular guys at school. But hey, a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks.

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"Adjectives are?"

"I dunno...nouns?" Garfield said, honestly struggling. Rachael sighed and shock her head.

"No. Adjectives are what define nouns."

"What the fuck."

"Cursing's not cool, Logan." Rachael said mockingly.

"Neither are you."

"Well, at least we know you can properly form sentences." Rachael replied dryly.

"Oh nice one." Garfield said sarcastically.

"Thanks, I know." Rachael replied. Tapping his pencil rapidly, Garfield stared down at the paper, as if just staring at it would make him understand. Unfortunately, this is not a disney movie and such knowledge could not be attained simply by staring at a piece of paper all night long.

"Okay, we have a lot to work on." Rachael sighed.

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