0006- Chili Hannah

Hannah’s POV

“I’m not doing your homework for you, Carlos. I am your tutor and not your assistant.” I rolled out still standing by my room window.

He turned to face me, “Isn’t it the..” his words trailed off and he walked close to me staring at me like there was something wrong with my face.

“What happened to you?” He questioned touching my lips, there was a cut there and it stung when he touched it.

“Did you get smacked on the face?” His reaction came as a surprise to me because he seemed concerned but then what do I expect from him, he’d probably laugh later on.

“No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t with my glasses and I didn’t see the stairs so I fell.” I lied. He took his hand to my face and tried to touch my bruised lips but I shoved his hand and pushed him away.

“Why are you trying to touch me?” He chuckled.

“You don’t have to fight me off, now back to business, my assignments I need them tonight.” I folded my arm underneath my breast and clicked my tongue.

“Once again, I am your tutor and I will not do your assignments for you. I’ll only teach you how to do it.” Carlos was a few inches away from me, he looked stunned.

“I’ll pay you.” He pushed his face forward to my face like he wanted to kiss me.

“No.” I retorted, what did he think? That I’m all about money?

“I will not do your assignments for you, if you want it done, then you should grab a seat so we can do it together.” I almost yelled because of how angry I was.

“I said I’m going to pay you, or do you not need the money.” He spoke like I was some kind of gold digger interested in only money.

“If you want to be kicked out of the basketball team then you should take yourself and your money out of my room. Don’t come in here and talk to me like I am some gold digger.” There was a different type of anger I felt, not like the one I felt when I saw my stepfather, it was that of embarrassment mixed with annoyance, I raised my voice high not minding that my mother would hear me downstairs.

The atmosphere suddenly felt extremely cold and his eyes stared at me. I was angry with the way he spoke to me.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered but I wasn’t going to buy that act.

“Look, Carlos, this is my house. This is not Bellingham High School where everyone bullied me and I do nothing about me, no Carlos. This is my house and I will not let you walk into my house and talk to me as you please. If you want to demand or make commandments you should go to your house.” I felt so irritated about all that had happened today and I wanted to let it out. A part of me felt bad for speaking to him in that manner but he had caused me so much trouble and a part of me felt so good that I was listening to Mr Dalton’s advice.

“I said I’m sorry, Hannah, why do you have to get worked up about something so silly.” His words seemed a little too arrogant for someone who was trying to apologize and it got me even pissed.

“Something silly? So this is silly? You walking into my house and offering money is silly?” I questioned, anger filled in my voice.

“You know what Carlos?”

“Hannah, I didn’t mean to get you upset..” I cut him short.

“Get out. This is my house and I want you out.”

“You’re just pissed at something so trivial, I have apologized. I said I was sorry, Hannah.”

The way he called my name at the end of his sentence was calm and I suddenly realized that I was venting my anger on him.

“I’m sorry, don’t get mad, you look like a chili pepper. Fine, don't do my assignment for me anymore, just teach me and I’ll do it.” His words seemed to be calm and he took my anger for a joke.

I huffed folding my hands again. “You better not try to get me angry, I am already annoyed as it is.”

“I noticed, now can we do the assignment?” I rolled my eyes and glared hard at him at this point if looks could kill, he would be a dead man.

I walked back to my desk and took a seat.

“There isn’t another chair, where should I sit?” I watched him look around my little pink room, with a look of disgust.

“My bed, let’s just work on my bed and can you stop looking at my room like it’s the worst? It might not be as fancy as yours or whatever but it’s my room and I would like you to not look at it in that way.” I blurted out without giving it a second thought. He nodded.

“You don’t have to be this hard and aggressive, Hannah.” His voice was calm like I hadn’t just yelled at him.

I turned my eyes away from him and faced my notes while he sat on the bed.

I watched him take his note out of his bag.

“Did you take any notes in class today?” I asked and he nodded negatively causing me to frown.

“Look, Carlos, it’s easier to study when you have notes. I’ll send you my notes and please ensure to copy the notes.” The words rolled out of my lips like I was giving him an assignment.

“Who copies notes?” He asked and I glared at him like he was crazy. I legit just told him that I was going to give him my notes.

“I copy notes, Carlos.” I just spent an entire minute explaining to you why it is necessary to have notes.” I didn’t even know I was yelling. I was already so pissed.

“Why the hell are you yelling?”