"I am starting to regret agreeing with this tutor, Mr. Demetrius. Who even studies on weekends?" I complained to my teacher, who raised his eyebrows at me, almost daring me to continue with my whining.
"Students who desire to succeed? Study, Miss Green. Trust me, my weekend plans also don't agree with teaching a teenager. But here we are." Mr. Demetrius shot back, and I rolled my eyes mentally. He has just given me a lecture on manners and etiquette.
"It's not like you didn't offer me this tutoring, Mr. Demetrius. And let'e be honest now, Sir, you don't have anything better to do." I said, writing down the answers he had asked me to write.
"And you do, Miss Green? Do you have anything better to do either?" He was getting sassy, really sassy. And more than sassy, he was turning like t
