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answer from her. She was threatened, and I might have just lost a tutor.
     
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    "So, did you find yourself a tutor?" Nathan asked me the moment I opened the door, and let him inside Riley's and my room.
     
    He closed the door for me, and we headed over to living room area, before we slumped down on the couch. The TV remained off, and I waited for him to do something.
     
    "Nathan, Riley's not here." I told him, before giving him a small friendly smile. He looked at me and grinned.
     
    "I know. I was just on the phone with her a while ago before I went here." He said. "We're eating out by the way…after your tutor thingy…"
     
    I frowned, and he asked me why I had that kind of look on my face. I told him the events that took place at the coffee shop, and when I finished, he started to talk.
     
    "So your tutor is non-existent at the moment?" He asked, laying his legs on the small table in front of us. I nodded at him, as he looked at me thoughtfully before he told me he could tutor me.
     
    "Maybe I can squeeze you into my schedule…" He said with the considerate and caring look still on his face. "…maybe in between my practices and org meetings. But I'm only free after seven-thirty…"
     
    "I didn't know you were such a busy person." I said with a hint of amusement in my voice. "And no…I'm not going to be a bother to anyone. I just have to learn on my own…"
     
    By that thought, I let out a moan. "Learn it on my own…"
     
    "You don't have to." Nathan said with a soft, amused laugh. "I'll tutor you…and maybe Riley could too."
     
    I did a hand gesture that meant 'No Way', before I shook my head over and over again at him. "I can do it on my own."
     
    "Are you sure…?" He asked.
     
    I nodded at his question before I stood up from the couch and went over to the kitchen. I opened the ref and took out a pitcher of water before I poured its contents into the small glass I had in my hand.
     
    "Do you mind getting me a can of coke?" Nathan called out to me, apparently seeing that I was already in the kitchen with the opened fridge.
     
    I threw the soda at him and he caught it effortlessly using only one hand. I closed the fridge and went back to the couch with the glass of water in my hand.
     
    "Do you want some?" He asked, smirking at me mischievously. He stretched out his arm, and held the coke up in front of me.
     
    "What are you trying to pull Nathan?" I asked, giving him a look of suspicion. He scratched the back of his head, before he gave me a 'What.'
     
    "No, no, and no…" I said to him. "I do not want any kind of soft drink, never, ever, and ever."
     
    He laughed at me before he playfully messed up my hair. I swatted his hand immediately, causing him to give me a frown. I raised up his chin with one my fingers, and gave him a pout.
     
    "Aw…did I hurt the little baby?" I teased.
     
    He sent me a glare, because apparently I was ruining his 'maleness.' I laughed at him, before I hit him lightly in the arm. This caused him to move and sit further away from me, making me laugh nonchalantly again.
     
    I was amused with what was happening at the moment. The tease-fest that was currently occurring made me forget about the worry I felt, the worry that was an effect of not being athletic, and being academically challenged.
     
    I looked at the person beside me, and found him staring at the blank TV screen. I tossed the throw pillow I held at him, and it hit his shoulder without making a sound. He looked at me with that familiar smile, the smile he usually wore when he didn't know what to say.
     
    "What time are we leaving?" I asked. "…for the dinner."
     
    From the corner of my eye, I saw him laugh, so I turned my head to the side, and noticed that his lips were curved upward in a playful smile. I punched him in the arm, before I asked him, "What's so funny?"
     
    "You sound so formal…" He said, still with that wicked grin. "McDonald's isn't dinner…it's fast-food." He finished, the smirk