Tutoring the Bad Boy
He shook his head, putting a hand over his bike like it was the Oscar award.
I blew a breath. "It will save us time and energy resources. Use your brains for a change."
"I do use my brains, you should too. Oh wait! You don't have any!" He exclaimed in mock horror.
"Of course not! That's precisely why Mrs. Finn assigned me tutor you. Oh the irony!"
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."
"It is the only answer to stupidity."
"Haha, you aren't afraid of motorbikes?" He asked, changing the subject.