Nobody Told Me That I Would Be Learning To French Kiss HIM in French Class! [`1o]

"It's stuck."

I whimpered in pain when Matthew tried to prove his point. His upper lip was twitching ever-so-slightly when I glared at him. "I don't get it Hannah," he told me. A quiver was evident in his voice. "You get too many stuff stuck in your hair. Kind of amusing, don't you think?"

"No, I don't think," I snapped. He finally burst out laughing, bending over and hitting his knees. I got up and sat on the sink counter top. "You can always cut it," said Matthew. "It'll grow back eventually."

"But I would have to look like a boy," I protested. He shrugged and washed his hand, looking a bit disgusted. I didn't blame him. He had to spend half an hour to get rid of that gum out of my hair with no satisfying results.

"Mmkay," he murmured. "Spend the rest of your life with the gum in your hair. It's not everyday you get to wake up with the side of your head suddenly stuck to your pillow--"

"Alright!" I sighed, sliding off the counter top and staring at my reflection. I looked horrible. A part of my auburn hair was all scrunched up and tangled up in the gum. "I'm going to consult with my adviser, Mr. Google for a method to get rid of this without cutting my hair. If all else fails..."

"I wonder if you would cry a river in the hair salon?" he said thoughtfully.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom. We walked towards the end of the hallway and I pushed my door open. "Thanks for trying to help," I said, rather awkwardly. He shrugged and didn't say anything much after that.

"Right. Want to start on our homework?" I asked him, sitting down on the floor. He stared at me as if I shrank into a talking, singing pea.

I straightened my blouse, feeling satisfied and happy. I wished I could say the same about Matthew though. His hair was messy and tousled due to the fact that he kept vigorously scratching it every few seconds. "I hate circles," he finally groaned.

I shot him a woeful smile and scooted closer to him. I studied the question for a bit, sketched out the equation in my scratchy writing on my small notebook before explaining it to him. After a couple of tries, he finally understood.

Then it was time for dinner.

"I need to call my mom," he said after gaping at the sunset. I asked him to stay for dinner. I didn't know why. Maybe he was becoming a close friend rather than someone whose hobby involved annoying the crap out of me.

I lend him my cell phone for a while and he went to the balcony to talk. A few minutes later, he went back inside and gave me a cheeky wink.

Matthew rubbed his temples when we walked downstairs together a few minutes later. My parents were home today, and after a busy week I was kind of thankful. They deserved the rest they needed. I offered to help my mom earlier, but she smiled sheepishly at me, saying that I should keep studying with my friend.

"Mr. Miller," said Matthew, nodding in acknowledgement. Dad smiled, removing his glasses and setting aside his glasses. They both shook hands and before you knew it, they were deep in all sorts of conversations.

My dad was like that. He would give advices to random strangers because once he told me that he had a secret dream to be a public speaker or something when he was around my age. But then he found himself more engrossed in the world of IT.

After a while, I was beginning to think of...er, theories. Random thoughts were popping inside my head, rushing in and out. He used to talk to my brother like this, I realized with a pang of sadness in my heart. I slumped against the white couch.

"I never really see the use of circles or pi," Matthew said, sounding thoughtful. "I swear if I have to deal with anything pi again..."

"Dinner's ready," my mother said. "That's most unfotunate though, Matthew...right? We're having apple pie for desert."

I glanced over towards Matt who was looking sick already and laughed.