“How would you know?” I asked.
Vaughn seems to be struggling my question.I wait calmly for his answer when it suddenly hits me.He doesn’t know. He likes me.God.Ew.Vaughn likes me.I mean he seems nice enough but seriously, nerd much?Imagine what would happen to my reputation if I started dating him? I mean yeah, I know, I’ve already totally destroyed it (my rep) but still.
“In English you always know the answer to the questions,” I hear Vaughn saying as I drag myself out of my thoughts.
I laugh,”I have a C in English.”
Vaughn looks annoyed as he says forcefully, almost disgustedly, “Grades are not an accurate representation of intelligence.”
Of all the things for a nerd to say this is definately not what I would have expected.”You… what?”I asked.
He sighed,”Trust me, I’ve had more than enough teachers and more than enough students to know that grades are hardly ever accurate.”
“Ok, that isn’t exactly what I’d expect from a tutor, but that’s ok. I’m not complaining.”
He laughs, dorkily, but still.