It soothed the girl’s nerves, only to some extent, and she decided to keep some extra attention to what his father was doing in attempt to protect Bette. Oh she wished she could, but she got an upsetting hunch that everything would go out of control and everything she tried would end up in vain.

The weeks went by peacefully. Bette attended school on a daily basis now and was actually listening to what the teachers had to say in classes. Occasionally, she rolled her chair in math quiz, peering to her blondie neighbor’s work. “Hey T, how do you solve this one?” She pointed her pen to one of the questions on the paper.

Tina glared at her in disbelief and blocked her answers with one arm. She whispered to her while sending her apologies to the math teacher with her eyes. “This is supposed to be a test, Bette! Go back to your seat and solve it on your own.”

“You said you’d teach me! Now I don’t understand, and you’re supposed to clarify something for me.” The brunette took another peek and succeeded in getting partial of the result.

“I said I could help you with study. And I specifically said I won’t let you copy my paper.” The blonde girl still used her elbow to nudge the brunette away, but in no surprise, failing. The aroma of Bette started to envelope her as they furthered their proximity.

Bette wriggled an eye brow and smirked. “This doesn’t count as copying. Look, you’re almost done. Just give me the formula and I’ll work it out by myself okay?” She pressured the girl with her invincibly adorable puppy eyes. “Pretty pretty please…?”

“Ugh… you’re so unbelievable.” Tina bit her lips and growled. She let go of her arm and pulled out a piece of paper to write down the formulas for the brunette. Through her peripheral view, she noticed the brunette seemed busy cribbing the answers from hers to the other one. The blonde blocked her own sheet again as she sighed at the little stunt. “Bette… you promised to take it seriously.”

“I ain’t doing nothing. Just checking the other answers.” Bette raised her hands in protest, then pointed her pen to the sheet. “Look, we have two different results out of fourteen. What if you’re wrong?”