tutor me / clony

one

"Dude, I swear Thomas Jefferson used to smoke a shit ton of weed when he was in the white house." Clay listened to his friend, Jeff, speak before promptly shaking his head. "Okay, neither of us know if that's a fact or not so it would probably just be best if you left it out of your paper." Clay reasoned, before looking down at his phone. He had gotten a snapchat from his best friend, Hannah.

"Who is it?" Jeff spoke, which caused Clay to lift his head up with an eyebrow raised in question. "What do you mean?" Jeff let out a deep sigh to let his tutor know that explaining this was a lot of effort. "Dude, you keep checking your phone every three seconds and you respond fast as hell. Somebody clearly has you sprung." Jeff spoke.

Clay just shrugged. "It's Hannah. You know we're just friends." Jeff rolled his eyes. "Do you want to be more?" Clay shook his head. "At the moment, it doesn't seem like too much of a good idea." Jeff titled his head in a sense that he was questioning Clay's words. "She's not my type." Clay explained. "How the fuck is Hannah Baker not your type? She is fine as hell." Jeff asked, suddenly wondering if he was even supposed to be friends with Clay. "She doesn't have a dick."

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Clay shut the history book and closed his laptop. "I'm done for today. I literally can't look at this book any longer." Jeff laughed, even though he totally agreed. Clay looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was almost 5. "I gotta get going but I'll text you. We're meeting here again on Thursday, right?" He asked, putting his stuff in his bookbag. "Yeah, do you mind if I bring a friend? His grade in history is shit, too."

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welcome to this hellish ride lmao! anyways im such a slut for clony you guys don't understand