Jean bit the end of her pencil, trying to brainstorm the answer to a quiz, she was working towards getting an admission ahead of time, aspiring to study law but the last thing she wanted was a debate.
With three semesters ahead of her, she didn't know if she would be able to cover all the contents, she tossed the stack of books to her left and jugged a bottle of coke.
Aunt Etta was absent for the day, Scott had training at his college, he was in his third year at Med school. Her lips twisted in disgust, with his cold nature, she was certain he would be dissecting "patients" with a smile in no time.
She had a twisted way of thinking about doctors.
"Did anyone call my name?" His head popped into her room and she spat out coke, stunned.
"Why are you home?"
He shrugged "Turns out the supervisor put it off till the next three days, there's a lot of pressure on students, we've got exams after training" He drummed the door and slam-dunked his rolled-up socks in a bowl where she kept her mint.
Jean tossed it away with her pencil.
Scott was crafty and nifty intelligent, he could deal with pressure easily and got straight A's.
He went over to raid her computer, her jaw dropped when he figured out her password and went through her Emails.
Jean sprawled out of her bed to try to push him off, he blocked her with his hand on her face.
"Hey, authorized personnel only and how did you figure out my_"
"George"
She blushed, her mind had been so occupied that she didn't have room to come up with complicated passwords so she used the one she was familiar with.
He typed furiously.
"Use your laptop"
"It's charging" he mumbled, reading her email to a university she'd been applying for in Santa Barbara, he pushed her head backward.
"You spelled application wrong, you idiot"
She winced, he was keen to correct her mistakes too.
He typed a lecturer's email address and sent an e-mail about an incorrect input on his comprehensive list of names in his program.
"What's your name?" She giggled.
"Scotland"
Jean ruffled his hair "Great job Scotland, earth to Scotland" she joked watching as he typed SCOTT RAFFERTY on capslock and sent it.
Ding*
An important-looking email popped up.
'Dear Rafferty, I apologize for the mistake I asked a student to draw up the list due to my busy schedule. Please do not fail to turn in your assignment next week.'
"Busy" Jean coughed. Scott sat back crackling his knuckles.
"Tell me you're done with your homework," She asked with a sardonic look. Scott ruffled her hair.
"You're adorable. I need to pay a visit to the mechanic and guess who's following me to the mechanic?"
Jean sighed, she should've known he would be asking for favors after he "compassionately" took her to school without complaining.
"Me"
He nodded and logged out, scanning the room, it looked like a fairy threw up rainbows in here.
She had plain pink wallpapers with white vertical stripes, autumn butterfly stickers, and a photoshoot poster of John Grisham on her thinking board.
There was a trash basket full of crumpled sheets and a photo of their parents on the nightstand.
Jean folded her arms "What?"
He grimaced "Nothing, get dressed."
She blew out a breath and her lips vibrated, it was quiet in the car. But Scott was nodding, she gasped and brushed his thick brown hair off his ear to find wireless earbuds on.
"You sidewinder" It was more profane than "Sidewinder"
He grinned and tapped the earbuds to indicate that he wasn't listening.
She shook her head but it beat battling with history and legal philosophy.
He climbed out of the car and slammed out signaling her to get out fast.
Jean climbed out to join him scanning Albert's decent shop, it was open on Sunday. Odd.
"What's wrong with your car?" She interrogated and he nodded shrugging, she took off his earbuds irritated.
"What?"
"What's the situation?"
"It's got a dent"
Jean hunkered down and scurried to examine the level of damage done and gasped at the spot beside a taillight, part of the paint job was scratched off too.
"Dad's going to murder you," She said and stood up straight to meet the boy from the Filmhouse.
His eyes flickered, she hardened and stood beside Scott.
Scott and he shook hands, they couldn't find Albert anywhere and he didn't have the skillset to fix a car.
He crouched to examine it himself tapping the tail light.
"Mind telling me how this happened"
"Rushed into some drag racers at college and the bastard bashed the car on purpose"
"You sure that's what happened?" Jean asked drily and grunted when Scott nudged her.
Dylan smiled entertained, a small girl with a smart mouth.
"You're lucky it didn't hit the tail light or..." He hissed and his lips thinned
"How much are we talking?" Scott asked and they bantered on and on.
Jean frowned utterly confused, besides Scott he sure knew a lot about cars. Doubts crossed.
Dylan shrugged "I could give you a discount, obviously you're a cool persona."
His eyes moved swiftly from Scott to Jean then him. Jean frowned.
"That's going to eat out of my students' loan, sweet Jesus. Just get the dent out."
"I'll ask Albert if I can get a go-ahead"
"Aren't you supposed to be an apprentice?"
Jean was concerned that he might ruin what her dad worked hard to purchase, mechanics these days were getting craftier.
"Hey, you can stay here and watch if you want to or you leave it by...say, tomorrow?"
"I've got classes and Jean here obviously has nothing better to do"
Jean blushed "Hey!"
"You go to school?" He asked and leaned on the car. Dumb question, he thought.
"Yes, Delirium high" Scott coughed and she pushed him warning him.
Dylan chuckled watching heat rise in her face. These two were close, he would be throwing himself off the roof if they were closer than he thought.
"Luna High, down the block on 6th Avenue"
Dylan nodded with a knowing look
"Great, you can come over to the shop by 5 pm on Monday and I'll deliver you and your brother's car home"
"Yes" Scott nodded and Jean sighed.
"Why don't you deliver it yourself_"
Scott covered her mouth "Shut your hole. See you homie" He waved hurling her onward while she mumbled her protests.
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