We walked out of the room together and were headed in the direction of the tutor room. We never said anything to each other after leaving Coach's office. He was ahead of me, his hands dug into his pocket, walking with a quick lope while I was two feet behind him.
All of a sudden, I noticed him walking in the wrong direction, so I called out. "That's not the way to the tutor room." I cried, loud enough for him to hear.
He stopped in his tracks and tilted his head back slightly enough to not meet my eyes. "I am aware. I'm not headed in the direction." He replied and continued on his way.
"Then where are you headed to? Did you not listen the Coach? I am supposed to be tutoring you." I yelled.
This time he stopped and turned. He pushed his black hairs back with a hand and tilted his head sideways. He looked like a model doing that. "Well I'm busy tonight. So I can't give my time to you. Moreover, I prefer private lessons." His perfect face held a smug look.
