Two fifty-eight. Sweep hand passin' the ten. Scrawny little fucker coulda used some of his big bro's chill, short hand sure knew how to take its sweet-ass time, didn't give no fucks about its minute hand pal tellin' it to move its ass each time it passed by. Sweep hand though, that one really needed to take less sugar with its coffee or something, ran in circles like it was bein' chased or something. Not that Aiden minded, though. If anything, he wished the thing would have moved even faster, least till the minute hand reached the frickin' twelve, let the full third hour enjoy its daily minute of fame.
Two fifty-nine. One minute to go, The Brain was about to arrive, so she was. Guess that made him Pinky. Only without that stupid-ass voice, like. Always hated that lab rat weirdo's guts for that reason, sounded like it was the outcome of a hillbilly gangbang without rubbers. Jesus, has to get his damn mind outta the gutter real fast, sure as shit.
But like, he was kind of excited, all shaky waky, couldn't wait for that fucking ring to bell. Bell to ring. Case in point right there.
Like, wouldn't have thought that he could have ever gotten so hyped over an hour of frickin' tutoring. For maths no less. But here he was, watchin' that damn sweep hand pass the four on that good ol' grandfather clock, eyes glued to it like he was watchin' the play-offs. Thirty seconds to go. Boy, oh boy.
Really though, he was bein' totally silly, so he was. Not like his tutor was just gonna appear in a puff of smoke the second that clock rang three, or enter the room through a time portal or some shit. Like, woulda been awesomesauce, sure, sweet as heck, make him bust a nut or something. Yeah, wasn't gonna happen.
He didn't even know Georgia Lee, for crying out loud. Couldn't remember ever having talked to the chick, didn't even have a face to associate with that name. Only reason he had answered to that notice on the school's bulletin board was cause it had said that he could do the tutoring at his own place. Like, what's not to love, jack fucking pot. Could sit on his favourite fluffy couch in the whole damn world while getting his ears bend by some braniac lass. Not a bad deal, not at all.
Sweep hand at the ten. Final spurt incoming! Not like it had any competition, but still. Was tryin' to do his best, show off a little, to be sure. Cocky little prick. Least he did his job, though. Still, wasn't like Georgia was gonna show up for least another minute or so. Maybe more. Shit, maybe even fifteen whole minutes, make him sit on his ass and twiddle his thumbs in the meantime. Would have sucked the big one if she did. Well, now he had that other image stuck in his head.
He got up from the couch, ruffling his hair with both hands. And a-three. And a-two. And a-
Ding frickin' dong. Door bell ringing, holy cow on a stick. Didn't get more on point than that. Chick really was a ninja or something. Either that, or she had some punctuality complex or something. Eh, whatever kept her boat a-floatin'.
Took him three huge steps to get to the door. Cracked his knuckles, then his neck and then Aiden opened the door.
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It wasn't Georgia Lee's first tutoring job. She reminded herself of that, repeating it mantra-like as she made her way to the Slattery house. It wasn't her first tutoring job.
It was, however, her first time tutoring someone near her own age. Older than her, even. Georgia Lee was ahead in math, but a year ahead? She'd been through his textbook the night before and noting there seemed beyond her ability, but still, she admitted to herself that she was nervous. When she'd put the notice up on the board, she'd been expecting a freshman or a sophomore, maybe a junior at the very most, but a senior? She'd specified in the ad that she was in her penultimate year, so it wasn't like they could've not known her age.
What kind of senior accepts tutoring from a junior? How desperate did you need to be?
Most of the kids she'd tutored before were trying to get ahead of the curve - or their parents were trying to get them there, rather. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of what she'd done - Georgia Lee took pride in everything that she did - but if she was being completely honest, what she'd done was not all that much. Most of the children had had a pretty good handle on their subjects already, and she Georgia Lee had done little more than babysit while they worked. Occasionally she'd correct something, or clarify a question, but for the most part she just gave them an exercise book, pointed to a page and left them to it. Often she'd even bring her own reading along: her time was precious, after all, and there was no sense in wasting it.
This would be different. For one, as far as she could tell, Aiden was paying her out of his own pocket. She didn't know him socially, or by reputation for that matter - didn't know anything about him really, except a name and a hawkish face, topped with a shock of offensively nondescript brown hair. She anticipated, however, that he might not think his money was best spent, if she simply sat around his house and read for an hour.
Then there was the second problem, which was, not to beat around the bush, that the boy was almost certainly a halfwit.
Mathematics prodigies did not, as a general rule, pay for tutoring help from girls younger than them. Even middling maths students would probably be too proud. For him to have called her, she could only imagine the tragic state his studies were in.
On the other hand, he was smart enough at least to know that he needed help, which put him leagues past many of her own classmates. On that hand too was the element of challenge, which Georgia Lee was certainly not averse to. What better way to test herself, both mathematically and as a tutor generally, than to teach some poor idiot in the year ahead of herself. Thirdly there was the moral aspect, of course. This was a boy in need of help, for Heaven's sake, and what sort of Christian would Georgia Lee be if she were to deny him?
Lastly there was the money, which without being indelicate, was more than generous.
Well that made sense, Georgia Lee thought as she arrived outside the Slattery residence. The place was nice, much nicer than the Day household. Bigger by far, not to mention in a better neighbourhood. The grass looked mown, and none of the paint was peeling. As she pushed open the gate, it didn't even squeak! This was a kid who probably had his clothes picked up and his bed made by some 15 year old Mexican girl, so why would his tutor being a year younger be any source of shame to him?
Georgia Lee waited at the door, her eyes on her watch as it ticked closer to 3. Nobody, she had found, liked people who were early. The second hand went vertical, and she pressed the doorbell.
It was, however, her first time tutoring someone near her own age. Older than her, even. Georgia Lee was ahead in math, but a year ahead? She'd been through his textbook the night before and noting there seemed beyond her ability, but still, she admitted to herself that she was nervous. When she'd put the notice up on the board, she'd been expecting a freshman or a sophomore, maybe a junior at the very most, but a senior? She'd specified in the ad that she was in her penultimate year, so it wasn't like they could've not known her age.
What kind of senior accepts tutoring from a junior? How desperate did you need to be?
Most of the kids she'd tutored before were trying to get ahead of the curve - or their parents were trying to get them there, rather. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of what she'd done - Georgia Lee took pride in everything that she did - but if she was being completely honest, what she'd done was not all that much. Most of the children had had a pretty good handle on their subjects already, and she Georgia Lee had done little more than babysit while they worked. Occasionally she'd correct something, or clarify a question, but for the most part she just gave them an exercise book, pointed to a page and left them to it. Often she'd even bring her own reading along: her time was precious, after all, and there was no sense in wasting it.
This would be different. For one, as far as she could tell, Aiden was paying her out of his own pocket. She didn't know him socially, or by reputation for that matter - didn't know anything about him really, except a name and a hawkish face, topped with a shock of offensively nondescript brown hair. She anticipated, however, that he might not think his money was best spent, if she simply sat around his house and read for an hour.
Then there was the second problem, which was, not to beat around the bush, that the boy was almost certainly a halfwit.
Mathematics prodigies did not, as a general rule, pay for tutoring help from girls younger than them. Even middling maths students would probably be too proud. For him to have called her, she could only imagine the tragic state his studies were in.
On the other hand, he was smart enough at least to know that he needed help, which put him leagues past many of her own classmates. On that hand too was the element of challenge, which Georgia Lee was certainly not averse to. What better way to test herself, both mathematically and as a tutor generally, than to teach some poor idiot in the year ahead of herself. Thirdly there was the moral aspect, of course. This was a boy in need of help, for Heaven's sake, and what sort of Christian would Georgia Lee be if she were to deny him?
Lastly there was the money, which without being indelicate, was more than generous.
Well that made sense, Georgia Lee thought as she arrived outside the Slattery residence. The place was nice, much nicer than the Day household. Bigger by far, not to mention in a better neighbourhood. The grass looked mown, and none of the paint was peeling. As she pushed open the gate, it didn't even squeak! This was a kid who probably had his clothes picked up and his bed made by some 15 year old Mexican girl, so why would his tutor being a year younger be any source of shame to him?
Georgia Lee waited at the door, her eyes on her watch as it ticked closer to 3. Nobody, she had found, liked people who were early. The second hand went vertical, and she pressed the doorbell.
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Couldn't help it, hype was too intense to handle. He pulled open the door like he was tryin' to win a tug o' war, almost smashed himself right in the forehead with it. Almost, except, not really, not even close. Still, flung it open pretty damn forcefully, so he did.
And there she was, Yoda Lee Day, his new sensei, Oh Captain, My Captain. And like, he was not disappointed, not one bit, nope. Looked almost exactly like he'd have imagined, look and all about her practically screamed 'My IQ is bigger than yours!' Which it definitely was in this case, no doubt about it, like. But that was alright with him. Did need someone to help him out with stuff, after all, had to be someone smarter than him. Which wasn't that hard to begin with, true as truth. He was totally digging her hair though. Kinda reminded him of Sharon's look. One more reason why this one was prolly gonna be hella neat as his teach.
Aiden immediately struck a relaxed pose, leaned his frame against that of the door and gave his guest of honor a friendly grin, showing off his teeth he had just brushed to the death a few minutes prior. "Top o' the mornin'! You're Georgia, yeah? Like, would be a pretty funny coincidence if you weren't. Real riot, yup." He snickered, then slightly moved aside to allow her to have a better view of the room behind him. Waving his hand around, he signaled her to enter the Slattery realm of pure fine.
"Mi casa es su casa, m'lady. You prolly have figured yourself by now, I'm Aiden. Can call me Beaks though, everyone does. Pleasure to meet ya, so it is." He reached out his hand towards her, seal the deal with a handshake o' glory.
And there she was, Yoda Lee Day, his new sensei, Oh Captain, My Captain. And like, he was not disappointed, not one bit, nope. Looked almost exactly like he'd have imagined, look and all about her practically screamed 'My IQ is bigger than yours!' Which it definitely was in this case, no doubt about it, like. But that was alright with him. Did need someone to help him out with stuff, after all, had to be someone smarter than him. Which wasn't that hard to begin with, true as truth. He was totally digging her hair though. Kinda reminded him of Sharon's look. One more reason why this one was prolly gonna be hella neat as his teach.
Aiden immediately struck a relaxed pose, leaned his frame against that of the door and gave his guest of honor a friendly grin, showing off his teeth he had just brushed to the death a few minutes prior. "Top o' the mornin'! You're Georgia, yeah? Like, would be a pretty funny coincidence if you weren't. Real riot, yup." He snickered, then slightly moved aside to allow her to have a better view of the room behind him. Waving his hand around, he signaled her to enter the Slattery realm of pure fine.
"Mi casa es su casa, m'lady. You prolly have figured yourself by now, I'm Aiden. Can call me Beaks though, everyone does. Pleasure to meet ya, so it is." He reached out his hand towards her, seal the deal with a handshake o' glory.
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Well, he was chatty.
That was, in all probability, a very good sign. With any luck he was simply too busy spewing drivel in class to pay attention, rather than actually moronic. There was potential here. She could work with that.
"It's Georgia Lee, actually. Not Georgia. Georgia Lee." She took the proffered hand and shook it. His grip was firm.
She could see, standing in front of him, why people called him Beaks. His nose was certainly... prominent.
The nickname seemed more fitting the more she looked. He was nearly half a foot shorter than she, and there was a definite birdlike quality to him, with his narrow, delicate limbs.
"Beaks it is then. Shall we get started?"
Georgia Lee looked past Beaks into the Slattery house. Everything inside confirmed what she'd thought outside, albeit more so. It was clean, uncluttered. Thought had obviously gone into every piece of furniture, rather than just what had been cheap, or passed on by relatives. There was actual art on the walls that looked like it had been painted by people who weren't high schoolers, unlike in the Day household. There wasn't just decoration, there was decor.
This was the sort of house she'd live in one day, Georgia Lee resolved.
One step at a time, though. She knew exactly how momentous her goals were, and the only way one could reasonably approach them was piece by tiny piece.
The first step then was to tutor the Slatterys' idiot son.
"Whereabouts are we doing this?"
That was, in all probability, a very good sign. With any luck he was simply too busy spewing drivel in class to pay attention, rather than actually moronic. There was potential here. She could work with that.
"It's Georgia Lee, actually. Not Georgia. Georgia Lee." She took the proffered hand and shook it. His grip was firm.
She could see, standing in front of him, why people called him Beaks. His nose was certainly... prominent.
The nickname seemed more fitting the more she looked. He was nearly half a foot shorter than she, and there was a definite birdlike quality to him, with his narrow, delicate limbs.
"Beaks it is then. Shall we get started?"
Georgia Lee looked past Beaks into the Slattery house. Everything inside confirmed what she'd thought outside, albeit more so. It was clean, uncluttered. Thought had obviously gone into every piece of furniture, rather than just what had been cheap, or passed on by relatives. There was actual art on the walls that looked like it had been painted by people who weren't high schoolers, unlike in the Day household. There wasn't just decoration, there was decor.
This was the sort of house she'd live in one day, Georgia Lee resolved.
One step at a time, though. She knew exactly how momentous her goals were, and the only way one could reasonably approach them was piece by tiny piece.
The first step then was to tutor the Slatterys' idiot son.
"Whereabouts are we doing this?"
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Aiden grinned. Had some pride, that one, could see that first glance. Insisted on being called Georgia Lee. Sure, she was his tutor n' all, one he was supposed to look up to - not that hard, since she was a good amount taller than him, like. Didn't mean he couldn't have a little bitsie o' good old fashioned fun, see if she was the chill kinda chick. Prolly not, but couldn't hurt finding out, to be sure.
So he let her enter, closing the door behind her with force, no grand slam though. Wasn't gonna lie, nice backside on her, true as truth. Not relevant right now, though, but still a bonus. Big house, sorta hot teach, lanky ass dude - add a little spice and this was a straight up opening for a nice little porno. Had to tune down on that though, would end up kinda awkward if his second beak made its presence known. Yeah, prolly good they were gonna talk maths, keep his mind distracted. Greasin' his palm beforehand sure woulda helped. Jesus fuck, was startin' to creep himself out, so he was. Be alone for a girl for five secs and ya start droolin' - not like he was that fucking needy, nope.
She seemed kinda distracted herself though, glancin' all over the place. No big mystery why. Prolly didn't get to enjoy sights like that place of his much, fancy and fine as freckled Frenchies. Yup, sure was grateful his parents were on top of their game like that. Prolly wasn't get that far himself, like, ever, but hey, couldn't bring down his little bit of hope, nope. More certain than black guy dying first or taxes.
Where were they gonna do this, good question. Sofa woulda been ace, but maybe not her style. Asking couldn't hurt.
"Yeah so like, got a few options here: Behind Door A, there's our couch over there, plushiest thing you'll ever sit on, you with me?" He winked, then continued. "Could go up to my room of course, if ya don't mind the big mess." If she was going for that, he really had to hide his undies lyin' around before she went in, yup.
"Option 3 would be, uh...kitchen maybe? Hell, we can even go out on the patio if you're up for it. Your call, Lee Lee."
So he let her enter, closing the door behind her with force, no grand slam though. Wasn't gonna lie, nice backside on her, true as truth. Not relevant right now, though, but still a bonus. Big house, sorta hot teach, lanky ass dude - add a little spice and this was a straight up opening for a nice little porno. Had to tune down on that though, would end up kinda awkward if his second beak made its presence known. Yeah, prolly good they were gonna talk maths, keep his mind distracted. Greasin' his palm beforehand sure woulda helped. Jesus fuck, was startin' to creep himself out, so he was. Be alone for a girl for five secs and ya start droolin' - not like he was that fucking needy, nope.
She seemed kinda distracted herself though, glancin' all over the place. No big mystery why. Prolly didn't get to enjoy sights like that place of his much, fancy and fine as freckled Frenchies. Yup, sure was grateful his parents were on top of their game like that. Prolly wasn't get that far himself, like, ever, but hey, couldn't bring down his little bit of hope, nope. More certain than black guy dying first or taxes.
Where were they gonna do this, good question. Sofa woulda been ace, but maybe not her style. Asking couldn't hurt.
"Yeah so like, got a few options here: Behind Door A, there's our couch over there, plushiest thing you'll ever sit on, you with me?" He winked, then continued. "Could go up to my room of course, if ya don't mind the big mess." If she was going for that, he really had to hide his undies lyin' around before she went in, yup.
"Option 3 would be, uh...kitchen maybe? Hell, we can even go out on the patio if you're up for it. Your call, Lee Lee."
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Georgia Lee turned sharply when Aiden mentioned his bedroom, scanning his face for a hint of lasciviousness. All that her eyes found was the same vacant grin that had greeted her earlier.
Was that his game? Lure Juniors to his bedroom, pretending to need tutoring? Perhaps he was a completely different kind of desperate than what she'd first expected. With the height and the nose, perhaps this was his only option.
Or perhaps it was her, specifically. She knew how some of her peers thought of her, had been told it to her face on more than one occasion. Prude. Bitch. Frigid. Like there was something wrong with her, that she didn't find the combination of acne and Axe body spray appealing. He certainly wouldn't have been the first to try his luck with her. Was that what was going on here? Some idiotic bet with his idiot friends? See if I can melt the Ice Queen?
Well, she certainly wouldn't be having any part of it. The couch was out too, of course. The plushiest thing she would ever sit would certainly not do. Georgia Lee didn't even want to know what he intended to do there.
"The kitchen should be fine, I think. And it's Georgia Lee, thanks."
It wasn't unreasonable, she thought, to want to be addressed by one's name. Georgia Lee didn't even particularly like her name - named for a slave state and a slaver general - but it was her name, and she deserved the respect of being addressed by it. Just because Beaks was content letting people address him by some ridiculous nickname didn't mean that everyone else was so eager to abandon their dignity. To be addressed by one's name was the most basic of common courtesies, but it was amazing how often Georgia Lee had to fight even for that.
And Lee Lee? Really and truly. It sounded like a panda, for goodness' sake.
Was that his game? Lure Juniors to his bedroom, pretending to need tutoring? Perhaps he was a completely different kind of desperate than what she'd first expected. With the height and the nose, perhaps this was his only option.
Or perhaps it was her, specifically. She knew how some of her peers thought of her, had been told it to her face on more than one occasion. Prude. Bitch. Frigid. Like there was something wrong with her, that she didn't find the combination of acne and Axe body spray appealing. He certainly wouldn't have been the first to try his luck with her. Was that what was going on here? Some idiotic bet with his idiot friends? See if I can melt the Ice Queen?
Well, she certainly wouldn't be having any part of it. The couch was out too, of course. The plushiest thing she would ever sit would certainly not do. Georgia Lee didn't even want to know what he intended to do there.
"The kitchen should be fine, I think. And it's Georgia Lee, thanks."
It wasn't unreasonable, she thought, to want to be addressed by one's name. Georgia Lee didn't even particularly like her name - named for a slave state and a slaver general - but it was her name, and she deserved the respect of being addressed by it. Just because Beaks was content letting people address him by some ridiculous nickname didn't mean that everyone else was so eager to abandon their dignity. To be addressed by one's name was the most basic of common courtesies, but it was amazing how often Georgia Lee had to fight even for that.
And Lee Lee? Really and truly. It sounded like a panda, for goodness' sake.
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"Kitchen it is then, Georgia...Lee." Yeah, prolly for the best if he dodged that bullet. Did graze him though, so it did. So much for trying to have a little fun. Girl was not the fun-loving type, apparently. Cryin' shame, yup.
He shrugged, then turned himself around to lead the way. Yeah, had it been anyone else than his frickin' tutor, he'd have continued to tease her some, sure as shit. Like, he would have to active tryhard mode soon enough, focus and shit, he knew that. Good thing he had taken his meds earlier, woulda been a real shit show otherwise, one equation and he'd have sunk like the Titanic.
Really hoped she was a patient one, though. Would have been kinda whack if she wasn't, being a tutor and all. Worst case scenario and she'd be wipin' the floor with his ass. Though he was like, ninety nine percent sure it wasn't gonna go down like that. One percent left though, little bastard could still fuck everything up.
He entered the kitchen through the always opened door. Always opened cause there was no door there in the first place, just a big ol' hole. Courtesy of his daddy. Still wished he hadn't removed it though, too much fun drawin' on that old wood with crayon. Maybe that was why he had removed it in the first place, though. Damn, fuckin' epiphany right there.
Aiden steered right towards the kitchen sink as he entered, see if there was any dishes in there that got all down and dirty. Quick glance told him there weren't. Nice. Sharon had prolly taken care of that before she left, angel that she was. Also meant he had plenty o' fancy glasses to offer his house guest. Seemed like something she'd appreciate, had some kinda snobby dobby vibe to her. Or maybe he was just seeing things.
He whirled around, performing a 'Voilá!' kinda gesture. "There we are. You must be thirsty after that 40 year-march through the desert, I bet my big toe. Anything I can fetch ya?"
He shrugged, then turned himself around to lead the way. Yeah, had it been anyone else than his frickin' tutor, he'd have continued to tease her some, sure as shit. Like, he would have to active tryhard mode soon enough, focus and shit, he knew that. Good thing he had taken his meds earlier, woulda been a real shit show otherwise, one equation and he'd have sunk like the Titanic.
Really hoped she was a patient one, though. Would have been kinda whack if she wasn't, being a tutor and all. Worst case scenario and she'd be wipin' the floor with his ass. Though he was like, ninety nine percent sure it wasn't gonna go down like that. One percent left though, little bastard could still fuck everything up.
He entered the kitchen through the always opened door. Always opened cause there was no door there in the first place, just a big ol' hole. Courtesy of his daddy. Still wished he hadn't removed it though, too much fun drawin' on that old wood with crayon. Maybe that was why he had removed it in the first place, though. Damn, fuckin' epiphany right there.
Aiden steered right towards the kitchen sink as he entered, see if there was any dishes in there that got all down and dirty. Quick glance told him there weren't. Nice. Sharon had prolly taken care of that before she left, angel that she was. Also meant he had plenty o' fancy glasses to offer his house guest. Seemed like something she'd appreciate, had some kinda snobby dobby vibe to her. Or maybe he was just seeing things.
He whirled around, performing a 'Voilá!' kinda gesture. "There we are. You must be thirsty after that 40 year-march through the desert, I bet my big toe. Anything I can fetch ya?"
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"Water's fine, thanks. Oh, with ice, please!" She'd noticed the ice maker on the front of the fridge.
The kitchen matched the rest of the house in opulence. Black and white chessboard tile covered the floor and the walls, and all the cupboards were matching dark wood. They were also all enormous. The kitchen itself was vast, easily the size of the Days' living room. Georgia Lee tried not to let it awe her.
She paused for a moment beside the kitchen island, and when it became clear that the smaller boy wasn't going to go ahead and invite her to sit, she went ahead and did so anyway. Those born into a lot of wealth, Georgia Lee had noticed, tended to be underdeveloped in terms of common courtesy. It came, she supposed, from never having to impress anyone. When everyone you know worked for you, why would you bother to be polite? They'd do whatever you wanted, no matter how you treat them.
And wasn't that why she was here, after all? Well no, it was not. She was here to tutor the boy, not to do whatever he wanted. Especially, she thought grimly, if he wanted what she thought he wanted.
Georgia Lee looked toward Beaks, and noticed he was staring at her. She turned away.
Opening her bag, she pulled out the textbooks that she'd gotten together the previous day, as well as a pad of refill and a ziplock bag containing pencils, and placed them on the counter in front of her. It should really be incumbent on the person hosting the tutoring, she thought, to supply the necessary materiel, but clearly Beaks thought differently. Still, she had anticipated this, and it didn't particularly trouble her. Of course someone needing tutoring wasn't going to be remotely organized, that was why she was here in the first place.
The kitchen matched the rest of the house in opulence. Black and white chessboard tile covered the floor and the walls, and all the cupboards were matching dark wood. They were also all enormous. The kitchen itself was vast, easily the size of the Days' living room. Georgia Lee tried not to let it awe her.
She paused for a moment beside the kitchen island, and when it became clear that the smaller boy wasn't going to go ahead and invite her to sit, she went ahead and did so anyway. Those born into a lot of wealth, Georgia Lee had noticed, tended to be underdeveloped in terms of common courtesy. It came, she supposed, from never having to impress anyone. When everyone you know worked for you, why would you bother to be polite? They'd do whatever you wanted, no matter how you treat them.
And wasn't that why she was here, after all? Well no, it was not. She was here to tutor the boy, not to do whatever he wanted. Especially, she thought grimly, if he wanted what she thought he wanted.
Georgia Lee looked toward Beaks, and noticed he was staring at her. She turned away.
Opening her bag, she pulled out the textbooks that she'd gotten together the previous day, as well as a pad of refill and a ziplock bag containing pencils, and placed them on the counter in front of her. It should really be incumbent on the person hosting the tutoring, she thought, to supply the necessary materiel, but clearly Beaks thought differently. Still, she had anticipated this, and it didn't particularly trouble her. Of course someone needing tutoring wasn't going to be remotely organized, that was why she was here in the first place.
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Aiden gave her a quick salute in response, was his duty to protect and serve, after all. "Got it. Dry Martini comin' up!" Standing on one leg, he whirled around, snatching a cup from the kitchen counter with one hand and immediately activating the ice maker with the other. Flash had nothing on him, to be sure.
Wasn't surprised though. Was kinda frosty, that one, 'course she was going for the ice. Damn, he was reaaally tempted to make some ice puns right then and there, opportunity like that wouldn't come again that soon. Had to have some sorta self-control though, wasn't gonna sink that low. Not today, at least. Maybe after she left, just open his phone and send Fergie or Danny or Johnny or some dude tons o' shitty puns. Give 'em pun-demonium. Yup, there was a plan.
He turned around to Georgia Lee, glass in hand, water and iceberg included. Wouldn't be able to complain he wasn't being a good host, at least. But like, she was gettin' paid either way, so not like she had much of a right to do the complainies anyway. Eh, as long as she was a decent enough teach, which was kinda very likely, all was abso-positively-lutely fine, so it was.
"There ya go." He set down the water on the kitchen table, pointing at the chair in front of him. "You can go ahead and sit down over at the table, 'less ya prefer sittin' at the counter starin' at our knife block, I hear it qualifies as modern art." He let out a short laugh, then scratched the back of his head, almost wearing a sort of guilty look. "No offense, just me kiddin' around a bit, you follow me? Free to pick one of These chairs, is what I'm sayin'."
He walked around the table, examining the utensils she had just put on the counter. Colorful at least, 'least she didn't stick with an all-out grey style. Eh, he was bein' kinda petty here, actin' like Lee Lee was bein' a complete she-goat or something. Funsies were simply not her style, had to live with that. Shiggedy shame, but nothin' he could do about it.
Carefully, he picked everything up and transferred it onto the table, watchin' not to knock over his teach's water in the process. When he was finished, he looked up at her again, second of awkward silence passin'.
"So yeah, knock yourself out. Can start if ya want." Or could they? Went kinda quick, all things considered. No proper talking, not even small talk, nothing. Like- not what she was here for, sure, but still seemed like a missed opportunity. They had plenty o' time to waste, after all. Almost a little too much.
He absent-mindedly stared at the wall for a second. Just something to chat about for a bit, no harm in that. What though? Love life was outta the question, of course, not like he even considered asking about it anyway. So like...to hell with it, he was just going to say the first thing that came to his mind, so he was. Best results always came from the worst ideas. Or so he'd heard.
"Yo, lemme ask, you ever done karaoke before?"
Wasn't surprised though. Was kinda frosty, that one, 'course she was going for the ice. Damn, he was reaaally tempted to make some ice puns right then and there, opportunity like that wouldn't come again that soon. Had to have some sorta self-control though, wasn't gonna sink that low. Not today, at least. Maybe after she left, just open his phone and send Fergie or Danny or Johnny or some dude tons o' shitty puns. Give 'em pun-demonium. Yup, there was a plan.
He turned around to Georgia Lee, glass in hand, water and iceberg included. Wouldn't be able to complain he wasn't being a good host, at least. But like, she was gettin' paid either way, so not like she had much of a right to do the complainies anyway. Eh, as long as she was a decent enough teach, which was kinda very likely, all was abso-positively-lutely fine, so it was.
"There ya go." He set down the water on the kitchen table, pointing at the chair in front of him. "You can go ahead and sit down over at the table, 'less ya prefer sittin' at the counter starin' at our knife block, I hear it qualifies as modern art." He let out a short laugh, then scratched the back of his head, almost wearing a sort of guilty look. "No offense, just me kiddin' around a bit, you follow me? Free to pick one of These chairs, is what I'm sayin'."
He walked around the table, examining the utensils she had just put on the counter. Colorful at least, 'least she didn't stick with an all-out grey style. Eh, he was bein' kinda petty here, actin' like Lee Lee was bein' a complete she-goat or something. Funsies were simply not her style, had to live with that. Shiggedy shame, but nothin' he could do about it.
Carefully, he picked everything up and transferred it onto the table, watchin' not to knock over his teach's water in the process. When he was finished, he looked up at her again, second of awkward silence passin'.
"So yeah, knock yourself out. Can start if ya want." Or could they? Went kinda quick, all things considered. No proper talking, not even small talk, nothing. Like- not what she was here for, sure, but still seemed like a missed opportunity. They had plenty o' time to waste, after all. Almost a little too much.
He absent-mindedly stared at the wall for a second. Just something to chat about for a bit, no harm in that. What though? Love life was outta the question, of course, not like he even considered asking about it anyway. So like...to hell with it, he was just going to say the first thing that came to his mind, so he was. Best results always came from the worst ideas. Or so he'd heard.
"Yo, lemme ask, you ever done karaoke before?"
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Beaks' relentless patter had not let up. It was like talking to a carnival barker.
There was almost hypnotic quality to it. The words came so fast and so constantly that it was very hard to pay attention to any of them, individually. It all became white noise.
Georgia Lee followed him over to the table, watching as he carried all of her supplies. He carried them gingerly, like he was afraid they'd wriggle out of his hands. Aiden was, she suspected, not too used to carrying books. She sat down at the kitchen table in front of where he'd set them out and opened what she thought to be the most pertinent textbook to what she thought to be the most pertinent page.
Already they'd wasted more time than she'd've liked. It set a bad tone, all this procrastinating: if they wasted time now, he'd get the impression that they could waste time later, and then where'd they be? Plus, any level of socializing just perpetuated the impression he seemed to have that she'd open for anything other than tutoring, which was certainly not the case.
Aiden asked if she'd done karaoke. Georgia Lee hadn't, though one of Carolina's friends had brought round an ancient version of singstar a couple of times, and Georgia Lee's mother had forced the older girls to give Georgia Lee a turn. Maria Day, presumably, had thought she was being nice, but the parental interference had brought Georgia Lee no end of strife later than night, after her parents were abed. Still, it had almost been worth it: in those few, magical minutes that Georgia Lee had belted out some pop song or other - she couldn't even remember what it was - she'd felt incredible. She hadn't been worrying about what her sister would do to her later, or about school, about grades, about anything. She'd just been... singing.
Georgia Lee had never done karaoke though, not proper karaoke, not in a bar. Still, she suspected that answering that would bring about calls to try it some time with Beaks, and that was the last thing she wanted, so instead Georgia simply gave him a curt nod.
"Yeah, I've tried karaoke. Are you ready to start?"
There was almost hypnotic quality to it. The words came so fast and so constantly that it was very hard to pay attention to any of them, individually. It all became white noise.
Georgia Lee followed him over to the table, watching as he carried all of her supplies. He carried them gingerly, like he was afraid they'd wriggle out of his hands. Aiden was, she suspected, not too used to carrying books. She sat down at the kitchen table in front of where he'd set them out and opened what she thought to be the most pertinent textbook to what she thought to be the most pertinent page.
Already they'd wasted more time than she'd've liked. It set a bad tone, all this procrastinating: if they wasted time now, he'd get the impression that they could waste time later, and then where'd they be? Plus, any level of socializing just perpetuated the impression he seemed to have that she'd open for anything other than tutoring, which was certainly not the case.
Aiden asked if she'd done karaoke. Georgia Lee hadn't, though one of Carolina's friends had brought round an ancient version of singstar a couple of times, and Georgia Lee's mother had forced the older girls to give Georgia Lee a turn. Maria Day, presumably, had thought she was being nice, but the parental interference had brought Georgia Lee no end of strife later than night, after her parents were abed. Still, it had almost been worth it: in those few, magical minutes that Georgia Lee had belted out some pop song or other - she couldn't even remember what it was - she'd felt incredible. She hadn't been worrying about what her sister would do to her later, or about school, about grades, about anything. She'd just been... singing.
Georgia Lee had never done karaoke though, not proper karaoke, not in a bar. Still, she suspected that answering that would bring about calls to try it some time with Beaks, and that was the last thing she wanted, so instead Georgia simply gave him a curt nod.
"Yeah, I've tried karaoke. Are you ready to start?"
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Rorick Skyve†
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Huh. Now there was a surprise, yup. Had just asked outta the blue, didn't even expect to get some sorta real answer, just wanted to kinda change the mood - or do something, wasn't even sure what he had hoped to accomplish in hindsight. But lo and behold! - the chick actually had done karaoke before. Like, damn, last thing he expected, really, girl sure didn't look like it. Learned something new every day, so he did
"Wow, really? That's awesome, like, really neat!" He hadn't even heard her question after, if they were gonna start or not. Had been too busy getting a handle on things, process that one fact that seemed so unreal to him, straight up surreal. His relaxed smile had returned to his features, best way to show mouth hygiene was on top of his priority list.
"Done it in town before? My pal Fergie and me - not his real name, full name's Jerry Ferguson, in case ya know him - we go to some local bar every weekend, get our groove on, you follow me? Place's called Canyon 66, would recommend if ya haven't been there yet! Maybe take some of your pals and girls with you, yeah, should definitely do that, to be sure."
He didn't notice it, but his eyes had acquired that certain gleam, brimming with enthusiasm. Was super excited just talking about that joint, so he was. Long time since he had met anyone who gave a shiny shit about that kinda stuff, awesome, like, for real! Had to watch himself though, stay on earth, felt like he was about to take off like Apollo 13 or something. Was that the one that got fucked up real bad? Couldn't remember.
"So yeah, sorry about me gettin' all stoked n' ecstatic here, just really love talkin' bout that stuff, y'know?" He scratched the back of his head, showcasing a somewhat goofy smile. "So anyway, you just said something, didn't catch that. Mind repeatin' for ol' Beaks here?"
"Wow, really? That's awesome, like, really neat!" He hadn't even heard her question after, if they were gonna start or not. Had been too busy getting a handle on things, process that one fact that seemed so unreal to him, straight up surreal. His relaxed smile had returned to his features, best way to show mouth hygiene was on top of his priority list.
"Done it in town before? My pal Fergie and me - not his real name, full name's Jerry Ferguson, in case ya know him - we go to some local bar every weekend, get our groove on, you follow me? Place's called Canyon 66, would recommend if ya haven't been there yet! Maybe take some of your pals and girls with you, yeah, should definitely do that, to be sure."
He didn't notice it, but his eyes had acquired that certain gleam, brimming with enthusiasm. Was super excited just talking about that joint, so he was. Long time since he had met anyone who gave a shiny shit about that kinda stuff, awesome, like, for real! Had to watch himself though, stay on earth, felt like he was about to take off like Apollo 13 or something. Was that the one that got fucked up real bad? Couldn't remember.
"So yeah, sorry about me gettin' all stoked n' ecstatic here, just really love talkin' bout that stuff, y'know?" He scratched the back of his head, showcasing a somewhat goofy smile. "So anyway, you just said something, didn't catch that. Mind repeatin' for ol' Beaks here?"
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The nonstop torrent of enthusiasm was beginning to grate on Georgia Lee. How could anyone be this excited about... anything, let alone having your deficiencies pointed out by someone a year behind you.
It was incredibly off-putting.
She had to get this under control. No more indulging him. No more "Beaks". It was well past time that they actually started working.
"I don't really go to bars, Aiden. I'm 17."
Georgia Lee's voice was heavy with reproach, and her face, she hoped, conveyed just how absolutely unimpressed she was.
"We can absolutely talk about this thing later on, but I really think it's time that we start working, so why don't you take a look at this page here," she pushed the open book towards him, "and try your hand at these exercises."
It was like dealing with a little child, or a particularly irritating puppy. She wondered if he had some kind of attention disorder, or perhaps was even somewhat handicapped. He was still grinning, seeming utterly oblivious to just how tired of him she was becoming.
Patience, of course, was a virtue, but Georgia Lee failed to see how any good would be done by indulging this overgrown child any longer. It certainly wouldn't benefit him, to let him chat the lesson away, and she strongly suspected that people allowing Aiden to do whatever he wanted because he was friendly and seemed harmless was probably why he was so useless in the first place.
The money he'd offered had seemed generous, when he'd offered it. Now Georgia Lee was regretting not asking for more.
It was incredibly off-putting.
She had to get this under control. No more indulging him. No more "Beaks". It was well past time that they actually started working.
"I don't really go to bars, Aiden. I'm 17."
Georgia Lee's voice was heavy with reproach, and her face, she hoped, conveyed just how absolutely unimpressed she was.
"We can absolutely talk about this thing later on, but I really think it's time that we start working, so why don't you take a look at this page here," she pushed the open book towards him, "and try your hand at these exercises."
It was like dealing with a little child, or a particularly irritating puppy. She wondered if he had some kind of attention disorder, or perhaps was even somewhat handicapped. He was still grinning, seeming utterly oblivious to just how tired of him she was becoming.
Patience, of course, was a virtue, but Georgia Lee failed to see how any good would be done by indulging this overgrown child any longer. It certainly wouldn't benefit him, to let him chat the lesson away, and she strongly suspected that people allowing Aiden to do whatever he wanted because he was friendly and seemed harmless was probably why he was so useless in the first place.
The money he'd offered had seemed generous, when he'd offered it. Now Georgia Lee was regretting not asking for more.
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Rorick Skyve†
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Well, crap. Now there was an example of 'How to turn any situation awkward in less than 30 seconds.' He had fucked up, yup, effed up good, effed up royally. Aiden could almost feel the enthusiasm draining from his face, grin was the first to go, then his nostrils stopped quivering, his eyes closed somewhat - for the first time since he had opened that door not too long ago, he was looking serious. As serious as a shorty like him with a face like that could get.
"Yeah, uh...kay then, got it, roger that. Enough time to talk later, yup." He couldn't tell if it was the pills finally taking effect, or if his own senses had just sort of made him...well, come to his senses, shitty as it sounded. Either way, chick was right. Went a little crazy there, so he did. Like, still pretty harmless, but clearly not what Miss No-Nonsense over there was willing to dig. Had that same sorta tone like his sis now, whenever she got serious and gave his ass a roasting. Like she was tryin' to train some sorta pet dog or something.
It was okay though, totally fine, yup. Not like he couldn't handle it, couldn't handle gettin' a lecture every once in a while. Nah, it was prolly for the best, to be sure. Time he got himself to work, make sure that money he was payin' Lee Lee wasn't gonna go to waste. Not like loosin' those lousy bucks was hurtin' his wallet much, but still. Penny saved was a penny earned, and whathaveyou.
He didn't waste any more time, sat his ass down on a chair opposite to his tutor and snatched the required book from the table. "Alrighty, I'll ask whenever I need help with something, you with me? Spoiler alert: Gonna happen a lot. Just as a warning." He followed it up with a rather half-assed attempt at a smile, before immediately opening the book at the page she had showed him.
"You need some more to drink, be sure to tell me. Enough ice here to keep a whole family o' penguins feel fit as a fiddle."
Yeah, he really couldn't help it, had to try for some comedy gold - or silver, whatever was decent enough. Not anymore though, had to keep his trap shut now, like Sharon had taught him. Had to be the good boy, straight up paragon. Wasn't gonna be easy, but hell, when was it ever? He'd give it his best shot, true as truth. All he could ask of himself. Maths didn't have shit on him, he was gonna conquer it, ram his banner up its ass. Startin' with this frickin' excercise.
((Aiden Slattery continued in It's Raining, It's Pouring))
"Yeah, uh...kay then, got it, roger that. Enough time to talk later, yup." He couldn't tell if it was the pills finally taking effect, or if his own senses had just sort of made him...well, come to his senses, shitty as it sounded. Either way, chick was right. Went a little crazy there, so he did. Like, still pretty harmless, but clearly not what Miss No-Nonsense over there was willing to dig. Had that same sorta tone like his sis now, whenever she got serious and gave his ass a roasting. Like she was tryin' to train some sorta pet dog or something.
It was okay though, totally fine, yup. Not like he couldn't handle it, couldn't handle gettin' a lecture every once in a while. Nah, it was prolly for the best, to be sure. Time he got himself to work, make sure that money he was payin' Lee Lee wasn't gonna go to waste. Not like loosin' those lousy bucks was hurtin' his wallet much, but still. Penny saved was a penny earned, and whathaveyou.
He didn't waste any more time, sat his ass down on a chair opposite to his tutor and snatched the required book from the table. "Alrighty, I'll ask whenever I need help with something, you with me? Spoiler alert: Gonna happen a lot. Just as a warning." He followed it up with a rather half-assed attempt at a smile, before immediately opening the book at the page she had showed him.
"You need some more to drink, be sure to tell me. Enough ice here to keep a whole family o' penguins feel fit as a fiddle."
Yeah, he really couldn't help it, had to try for some comedy gold - or silver, whatever was decent enough. Not anymore though, had to keep his trap shut now, like Sharon had taught him. Had to be the good boy, straight up paragon. Wasn't gonna be easy, but hell, when was it ever? He'd give it his best shot, true as truth. All he could ask of himself. Maths didn't have shit on him, he was gonna conquer it, ram his banner up its ass. Startin' with this frickin' excercise.
((Aiden Slattery continued in It's Raining, It's Pouring))
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All the joy seemed to drain out of Aiden's face, all at once. It was like he aged 10 years before Georgia Lee's eyes, and all that little-boy exuberance seemed to vanish.
She felt like she'd kicked a puppy, and had to turn away for a momen, so as not to let him see the guilt that she could feel all over her face. He was an absolute pain of course, but had he really deserved that level of harshness?
Yes, of course he had. Georgia Lee banished the thought. Aiden couldn't make his way through life by making puppy-dog eyes at every hurdle he came across. Being annoyingly, cloyingly happy was no substitute for being able to pass maths. Tough love, that was what was required here. Any degree of lenience would be doing a disservice to him, not to mention a disservice to herself.
Georgia Lee turned back to Aiden, and had to suppress a smile at the look of utter determination on his little bird-face.
This was more like it.
[Georgia Lee Day continued elsewhere]
She felt like she'd kicked a puppy, and had to turn away for a momen, so as not to let him see the guilt that she could feel all over her face. He was an absolute pain of course, but had he really deserved that level of harshness?
Yes, of course he had. Georgia Lee banished the thought. Aiden couldn't make his way through life by making puppy-dog eyes at every hurdle he came across. Being annoyingly, cloyingly happy was no substitute for being able to pass maths. Tough love, that was what was required here. Any degree of lenience would be doing a disservice to him, not to mention a disservice to herself.
Georgia Lee turned back to Aiden, and had to suppress a smile at the look of utter determination on his little bird-face.
This was more like it.
[Georgia Lee Day continued elsewhere]
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