Her saving Grace novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

“That’s not going to happen, Kayla. I have never lost a match.” He said. His voice didn’t sound boastful, he was just stating a fact. “Now, are you done with the questions, or are you ready to do some maths?”

“Okay, okay, I’m ready.” I rolled my eyes at him and opened my book.

His tutoring session had finally began, which consist of him teasing and making fun of my failed attempts on some of the problems. He was also being patient with me just the same.

Yep, that has become the normal routine for every time I spent with Carson tutoring me. WARNING: A small amount of abusive content!

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A day has passed and now today was Wednesday. I was a little nervous today, because Mr. Malcolm had said we would be given a quiz in maths class. I know that I’ve been working with Carson on my maths, but there was still a far way to go.

I reached maths class ten minutes before the bell rang to practice some problems that I have trouble with before the test. And believe me, I had trouble with a lot of them.

I was spinning the pages of my book frantically in frustration and sighing heavily when Carson walked in. He sat down beside me and chuckled at my frantic behaviour. The problems on the pages started to make my head hurt.

Carson who was still watching me, continued to chuckle. I finally look up to glare at him. “I’m glad that you are finding my frustration amusing.” I said sarcastically.

That made him laugh more. “Are you aware that it doesn’t make any sense cramming before a test?” He lifted his eyebrows questioningly at me.

“I can’t help it. I’ve tried studying last night, but the more I tried, the harder it gets.” I replied. I have to do well on this test, because if I fail another test, my maths grade will drop and then I won’t pass maths. Mr. Malcolm had warned me that I have to pass the next test.

Carson just smiled at me and leaned back on his chair, putting his hands behind his head. He seems so carefree, like we weren’t getting a maths test today. Ugh! I groaned. Why did he have to get the brains to tolerate maths?

I didn’t have time to practice anymore, because Mr. Malcolm entered and told us to put our books away. When Mr. Malcolm gave me my paper, I groaned once again. I didn’t understand half of the problems on it.

During the test, I looked over at Carson. He was calmly solving the problems on his paper without any care in the world. It’s like they were nothing to him. I looked back at my paper and tried solving the problems.

Fifteen minutes before class ended, Carson got up and bring his paper to the teacher’s desk. I looked at him open-mouthed. He saw me looking at him and he winked at me. I shook my head at him and continued on my work.

At the end of the class, Mr. Malcolm took the paper from us and we left for lunch. I head for the cafeteria quickly. After that test, all I could think about was getting something to eat.

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