Nobody Told Me That I Would Be Learning To French Kiss HIM in French Class! [`o5]

Matt jumped for the fifth time that afternoon.

"Stop doing things so hurriedly," I snapped, feeling annoyed by the distraction. "I'm trying to concentrate here, mind you."

"Forgive me if I'm trying to get this done quickly so I can get back home to have some snack and take a nap," he groaned, his index finger in his mouth. "Maybe I shouldn't use these stupid toothpick thingy."

"Or maaaybe," I trailed off, shooting him a knowing look. "Maybe you just shouldn't do 50 things in one second. It's like paper-cutting yourself. You're doing things too friggin--"

He cut me off with a wave of his hand and said, "I don't do things slow. It's a waste of time."

I rolled my eyes and slumped back in my seat. "Look, I can search for something in the kitchen for us, as long as you don't keep stabbing yourself with...with tiny wooden sticks."

"Shut up," he answered, rolling his eyes.

"Don't use that tone on me, mister," I teased lightly. "With my help, you would get the first passing grade for French class."

"Without my help, you won't even get the chance to say that."

Despite myself, I grinned when he smirked at me to show that he was being equally playful with me. "Huh," I sighed. "I guess we make a good team then."

"I guess we do."

His hand went to the back of his neck before he said, "let me come with you. I don't want you to secretly spit in my coke or anything."

I rolled my eyes.

He got up from his seat and walked inside the house with me, the gravel under out feet crunching as we made our way from the garden to the hall. "Why is it that every time I walk in I feel intimidated?"

"It's the chandelier," I said after a while. "I don't know why but it feels as if it would drop down on you any second."

"Maybe you guys should get a smaller one."

"Mom love lights," I laughed. "Seriously, if my father hadn't stopped her she would probably build a tiny New York in here."

Matt whistled. "Big spender."

I didn't answer him. Maybe it was because I didn't really like finance talk. It drove people away once. It would do that until the end of time, I thought bitterly. Same goes to positions. My dad was a loving man until he nailed the promotion to become one of the CEOs of a IT-based company.

And the rumor concerning the founder of said company would retire had been circulating around since the co-founder, the founder's best friend died after battling cancer for 5 years. Little did the public know that the rumor was true.

There was some sort of a cold war between the staffers in the company, especially the remaining CEOs. More rumors stated that my dad would be the next founder. And since the company is a multi-billionaire making machine...

People tend to get hostile and stupid sometimes.

"Hannah?" Matt said, sounding alarmed and confused.

"Don't you think the world would be a much better place without jealousy? Or assholes, in general."

Just as we entered the kitchen, he stopped me from walking any faster. His hand was on my arm. And then, it felt as if it was the only support I had.

God, I take it back. I loathed anything about finance. Even thinking about it.

A thumb brushes against my wet cheek. "How about if we take a break from the project, make popcorns and watch a movie or something?" he said. It was the first time I heard him talking that soft and gentle. The voice was soothing. And to be honest, I would have laughed because it was so out-of-character.

I would have laughed if I didn't felt something flickering in my heart.