"If you replace X with four and multiply it with eight, what do you get?"

"Thirty two?"

"Add twenty."

"Fifty-two."

"Divided by two."

"Twenty-six."

"Now add eighteen."

There was a slight pause before Kris answered. "Forty-four!"

Rodrick gave her a smirk. "You got it," he said.

"Yes!" Kris yelled out. Rodrick watched in amusement as she got out of her seat and danced around the seat while singing a song. "I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it!" she repeated over and over again. Rodrick raised an eyebrow. Though it was weird, he had to admit it was pretty funny to watch.

"Yay, you did it. Now shut up."

Kris stopped her dance to send him a glare. "Jeez, way to ruin the moment," she grumbled and returned back to her seat.

"Finally," Rodrick sighed," we finished today."

"What time is it?" asked the school president.

Rodrick glanced at the round clock located above the closet door. "Big hand is the minute…," Kris heard him mumbled to himself. She rolled his eyes. How can a math genius like him not figure out how to read a clock?

Kris stared at him weirdly. "Never mind. It's six thirty-two, genius."

She turned around and started organizing her stuff, missing the sour look from her tutor. As Kris packed up her things, the door sound of a door opening and closing was heard. "Hey Rodrick," they heard someone coming up the stairs," I was just wondering-"A boy stopped at the top of the stairs. He stared at the two teenagers, who paused as well.

Silence crept by, until he yelled out.

"MOM, THERE'S A GIRL IN RODRICK'S ROOM!"

Rodrick wasted no time. He lunged for the little kid. "Get back here, booger breath!" he hollered.

Kris didn't know what to do. Um… what the heck? She asked herself, slightly freaked out at the scene. Rodrick brought the boy back upstairs and tossed him onto his bed effortlessly.

"Please, Rodrick, don't kill me!" he pleaded.

"Shut up, Greg!" the teenage boy ordered.

Greg stood up and tried to escape, but his plan backfired when Rodrick took him into a deadly headlock. "Let go of me!" he cried, struggling to get away.

The door creaked opened once again and two people charged up the steps. "What is going on here?" the woman Kris assumed was the mom of the house demanded. She noticed Kris sitting there.

"Rodrick, release your brother," she said. Rodrick hesitated, but oblique. Of course, not before pushing the poor boy harshly.

"What's going on?" the dad asked, glancing at Kris.

"Rodrick brought his girlfriend home!" Greg exclaimed.

"Um," Kris joined in, averting all gazes to her," I'm not his girlfriend."

"Then who are you?"

"She's my student, windbag," the ever so aggressive older brother answered.

His dad raised an eyebrow. "You have a student?"

"He's my tutor," Mrs. Class Prez interrupted.

The two teenagers began explaining the situation to the misunderstood family. They both received strange looks afterwards. "Wow," Greg spoke," who knew Rodrick was actually good at something."

He earned a glare from Rodrick, but a laugh from Kris.

"You know," she said," I like your brother."

Greg grinned when he heard the comment. "And I actually like one of your friends," he agreed. They both knuckled punch each other's fists.

"Why did you tell us earlier?" Mrs. Heffley questioned.

"Mom, we started yesterday. Actually, more like today."

"Anyways," Mr. Heffley barged in," it's great having you here Kris, although you should have told us earlier."

Kris grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Mr. Heffley," she apologized.

Does she have to get along with them so quickly? Rodrick asked himself.

"So there's no relationship between you and Rodrick?" his mom asked.

The two of them shook their heads. "None," they confirmed.

Greg let out a scoff. "As if someone like Rodrick can get a good person like Kris," he sneered. He immediately tensed up when he felt a glare aimed at him, but did his best to avoid it.

"Well, I have to get back home," Kris suddenly announced. "I have to help set up dinner."

"You help set up dinner?" Mrs. Heffley asked, sounding impressed. The teenage girl nodded. "Yes, just setting it up and doing the dishes. I can't really cook," she replied.

"What about your mom?" the only man in the room asked.

She let out a nervous laugh. "Haha… my mom… let's just say, she isn't the best cook around."

"Wow that is very impressive Kris! I just hope my sons can do the same," Mrs. Heffley praised, emphasis on the 'my sons'. It was obvious she was trying to convince the boys to help out more, but they couldn't care less.

Kris lifted her backpack from the ground and hefted it onto her shoulder. "I'll take my leave now. Bye Mrs. Heffley, Mr. Heffley, Greg, Rodrick," she said before leaving the room.

[ Dinner with the Heffley Family ]

"You know, Kris is a nice girl. You should be grateful to tutor her," Mrs. Heffley suddenly brought up.

A scoff was heard. "She's student council president. Of course she's supposed to be Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes," the Junior sneered, taking a bite out of his lasagna.

"Like I said earlier," Greg butted in," Rodrick can NEVER get a girl like Kris. She's smart, nice, good, pretty, and polite. I hear rumors around my school. She's as popular as Heather Hills!"

Though the first remark pissed Rodrick off, he got interest. "What rumors?" he asked.

Greg began listing things. "She's a great singer, she can play instruments, she can juggle eight bowling pins at once, she once breathed fire. Why are you so interested anyways?"

"One, she can't be good at all of that stuff. And two, it's only natural for me to be curious."

Dinner continued on with them ranting on and on about Kris. It was probably the longest time they've had ever spent on talking about a girl.

Little did they know, she was about to change their lives… and a lot too.

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