The first time you came over I was out of my mind with how nervous I was. I was pacing from my room to the kitchen. Where should we study? My room or out here in the open? My parents aren’t home but what if they come home and see him in my room? Should I dress up? No, that’s dumb and pointless. He might think that I think this is a date, which it’s not… but in a way it kinda is… I thought. There was no way I was letting you into my room, I finally decided.
I was still nervous though. My house was just the same as when we were younger but with a few more kids running around. Thankfully my dad took them to the fair that evening so we wouldn’t be distracted from studying. I was plenty distracted with you coming to my house.
I went into the kitchen and started making food. I wasn’t sure if you had eaten anything before coming over, and I needed a distraction. Cooking was always a good thing for me to do when I was nervous about something. Either that or talking to Annie, but I doubt she would have wanted to hear how nervous I was. She’d probably tell me to cancel on you and there was no way I was letting you slip through my fingers again. I wanted things to go back to the way they were.
As soon as I finished up the door bell rang, announcing your arrival. I wiped my hands on my pants to get the nervous sweat that I had forgotten was a thing until you arrived. I answered the door quickly, so you wouldn’t be waiting outside for long.
“Hey, Raraya!” You said smiling as I opened the door. You brought only a blue notebook with you, which I just had your chemistry stuff and nothing else. You walked into my house and sniffed the air. “Yo, what smells good?”
“Oh, um, I cooked dinner for us.” I smiled shyly.
Your eyebrow quirked. “You made me dinner?”
“Well… I didn-”
You huffed, the air blowing your hair up. “Listen, Raya, this isn’t a date. I’ve got a girlfriend.” You said pushing past me and going into the kitchen. You grabbed the big spoon next to the pot of mac and cheese and took a bowl.
“Dirk, I didn’t mean for this to be like a date. I just didn’t know if you had eaten anything before coming over here. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.
Your eyes grew wide as you gobbled down the macaroni.
“Raraya! I was just joking with you. I know you didn’t think this was a date.” You said with your mouth full. “You know, you’ve really become uptight. Loosen up a little.”
You took your seat at the kitchen table and dropped you folder next to you bowl. You motioned your head to take a seat next to you and I obeyed. I awkwardly sat down and turned my head away from you.
“So,” You began, sliding your folder towards me. “my homework is in here.” You said passing me the notebook. It slid effortlessly into my hands. I opened the notebook and stared it down, then looked to you, who was still eating my cooking.
“Okay?” I asked. I wasn’t going to do your homework for you, and I’m sure the look I shot you told you that because the next thing you did was choke.
“Oh, no! I didn’t mean do my homework for me. I want you to look over it and stuff. I tried doing some of them but I’m not sure I’m right.”
I laughed sheepishly. Of course you meant that. I took the homework sheet out of the folder and looked it over. Everything you had written down was correct. I looked through your other sheets to see if you were struggling with anything. Those sheets gave me no indication of the sort and I grew suspicious. Maybe Annie was right, maybe you had some hidden agenda. That was all that passed through my head as I stood up.
You stopped eating and looked at me.
“Why are you here?” I asked harshly.
“To get help with chemistry.” You said plainly.
“No, one of us is clearly not understanding something. Your homework is correct so far and you other homework has been fine as well.” I said growing angrier by the word. “What is your real reason for being here? Is your couch even going to bench you from debate?”
“It’s nothing suspicious! I just need help and confirmation! So far my grades have been pretty good, but my tests have started slipping. It’s like I get it in practice but the tests are killing me.” You pleaded. I saw a sadly mistaken sincerity in your eyes.
I sighed. I was a sucker for ever agreeing to help you but I did. I believed every word you told me. I had no proof of the matter of these test because you didn’t bring any. A very smart move on your part. I sat back down and looked over the homework.
“Okay, so with this, it’s a fusion. That means,” I began.
As I talked to you, you didn’t move a muscle. You were focused in on every word I had to say. Here and there you would make comments and ask questions or joke but besides that you mostly got everything I was saying.
Not looking up from your homework, you said “You know Raraya, we’ve really got chemistry.”
I laughed a little at how lame your joke was. You laughed too.
“Dirk you should stick with debate and soccer. Try not to listen to people when they tell you you’re funny.” I joked along with you.
Things were looking up from there.