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Chapter five: Session one

"Why do you want to know? To make fun of me?" I say sceptically, pulling my bag up and taking out a pencil case and a notepad. I assume it wouldn't be necessary to take out another chemistry book to add to his collection. I swear he's trying to prove how stupid I am by a placing book that is called chemistry for beginners in front of me.

"No. I want to know so I can understand what level you're working at and what areas you need to work on specifically. Just tell me." He still has a stupid smirk playing on his lips as he says that. There's no doubt there would be some making fun of in the mix. There just had to be; it was part of his ingredients.

I decided just to say it anyway. It was probably necessary if you're going to tutor someone, to know how and what exactly to teach the 'student' or whatever. "D."

"I didn't quite catch that, can you repeat that please?"

"You heard me."

"I know, I know, I'm just teasing." He laughs. I roll my eyes, ready to call him out on his lie already. "So you're at a grade D, huh? Interesting. See, I have no idea what it's like to have as low of a grade as you, so you're going to need to tell me what stuff you understand and if the work gets too hard."

"You're judging me. You told me you wouldn't." I say, crossing my arms across my chest and looking at him with a raised eyebrow and look that communicates 'so you really wanna do this, do you?' He raises an eyebrow back at me.

He gasps. "I am not!" He exclaims, holding his hands up as if I accused him of something so shocking and disgusting.

I shake my head in response to his behaviour. He acts ten years younger than he is. A child. A very obscene, bad-mannered child. I swear he's more childish than my three-year-old little brother. I have no idea how I'm supposed to have him as a tutor and survive. It's this or nothing, I guess.

"You are! Stop it!" I plead. He just laughs. I honestly feel as though I want to punch him right in his face and wipe his smug smile right off his lips, but I'm not violent like that unless it's a sibling. "Stop, it's not fair. Not everyone's as perfect as people seem to think you are. I don't see it but—"

"Wow, harsh." He puts a hand to his heart as if I just seriously hurt his precious feeling. He smirks once again. I give him the fakest smile I can muster in return. "I guess I deserved that."

"You did." I agree.

"OK, so we need to get shit done. I'm going to start you off with a simple question and you can tell me the answer," Alex starts, changing the subject. I nod. "What's the oxidation state of Hydrogen?"

I scoff, narrowing my eyes. "What the fuck does that even mean? You said it was going to be a simple question! That is not a simple question."

"Oh come on, it's not that hard!" He begins to laugh again. I stop myself from kicking him under the table as I huff and turning my head away in simple annoyance. His laughter dies down, "Sorry, you can have an easier question. What's the word equation for carbon dioxide?"

"Carbon plus oxygen equals CO2. See, I'm not that stupid."

"Congratulations, you know something."

I give him a sarcastic smile.

Halfway through the session, Alex suddenly looks up at me and asks, "What's Leeds?"