Her saving Grace

Chapter 18

“Ooh la la! Is there something you’re not telling me?” She asked wriggling her eyebrows,

I rolled my eyes at her behaviour. “I’m just going over to his house, so he can tutor me. Mr. Malcolm

said I have to get my grades up and assigned him to tutor me.” I explained.

“Carson Knight is good in maths?” She asked surprised. “That’s what I said! I was surprised too.” I

exclaimed. Jasmine closed her locker and smiled. “Well, good luck.” “Yeah, thanks.” I replied and

waved at her. I turned away and head to the main door.

Carson was not in the parking lot when I got there, but after a short while he came. He unlocked his car

and we both got in. Carson started the car and drove away from school.

After driving for quite awhile, Carson pulled up in the driveway of a very big house. I mean, it was very

big; almost like a mansion. My eyes widen in surprise at the sight, but I didn’t say anything. His parents

was definitely rich.

After Carson parked his car in the driveway, he got out and I followed suit. He walked up to the front

door and opened it to let me in. After I entered, he closed the door behind him.

As I stepped inside, I looked around my surroundings and was more in awe. The house seemed larger

from the inside and it was beautiful. It was like I was standing in an elegant hall. It was breathtaking.

Carson began to lead me through the house, when I saw a lady turned the corner to my left. She saw

us and then a smile came unto her face.

“Oh hi dear, you’re home.” She then looked at me. “Who’s your friend?”

“Mom, this is Kayla. We are going to do some work.” Carson said to the woman, who I now know is his

mother.

Carson’s mom directed a smile to me. “Hello darling. I’m Marilyn. How are you doing?” She asked

genuinely.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” I responded politely.

“That’s good to hear.” She said, then turn back to Carson. “Oh Carson, before I forget. Your father said

that you should be home when he comes in tonight. He needs to talk to you.”

“I’ve got nothing else to say to him, Mom.” Carson stated, crossing his arms. “What is he going to say

that he didn’t say last week? I’m tired of talking to him, because he doesn’t want to hear what I’ve got to

say.”

Marilyn sighed. “I know dear, but you know your father. He doesn’t let go of things so easily.”

“Well, he better start trying, because I’m not changing my mind.” Carson said sternly, “I’m sorry, Mom,

but we really need to get started.”

“Okay, don’t let me hold you up.” She said, then looked at me again. “I’m going to ask our cook, Linda

to send some snacks to you guys, okay?”

I didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, so I spoke up quickly. “That won’t be–” I began, but Marilyn had

already walked away.

“Come on.” Carson said. “That’s how my mother is. She wouldn’t feel like herself if she didn’t offer you

something to eat. She won’t take no for an answer.” He added, then led me over to the couch in the

living room.

I took out my books and sat on the floor. “Okay, so where do we begin?” “What areas do you have

trouble with?” He asked. “Um…everything?” I said, but it sounded more like a question. With maths, I

wasn’t even sure anymore.

I grinned at him sheepishly and Carson raised an eyebrow. He looked at me, as if wondering if I was

really being serious.

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“Do you know that we have been on this one question for half an hour now?” Carson asked amused. At

least he wasn’t annoyed like I had expected. As a matter of fact, I noticed that Carson was very patient

with me. Even when I took a long time to get the answer for a quadratic equation, he would patiently go

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again.

“It’s not my fault that maths doesn’t like me.” I replied in defence. I tried to focus hard and remember

everything that Carson had showed me and finally came up with another answer. “Is it this?” I asked,

showing Carson my book.

Carson scanned my book, then said, “Wow, you got it. You see, you are not that bad at maths.”

“Really? I got it?” He nodded. “Yes!” I pumped my hand in the air and shouted, doing a little dance. I

was really proud of myself, because I couldn’t understand this before.

“Okay, let’s try another one. This one is a little bit harder though.” Carson said, skipping the pages in

the ‘text book. He then proceed to show me how to solve this particular problem.

“If I got the previous one, I will eventually get this one.” I said as I wrote the problem down. “Yeah, after

another half hour.” Carson teased. “Hey!” I said, shoving his shoulders. Carson just laugh.

After a long while of frustration and retrying, I finally got it correct. I then leaned back on the couch that

was behind me and sighed. “Can we stop now? All these numbers and equations are starting to hurt

my head.”

Carson laughed, but nodded. “Okay.”

“I don’t know why you find this funny.” I said, glaring at him. I then gave him a curious look and added.

“How is it that you are so good at maths and you barely come to class? This is so not fair.”

He chucked then shrugged. “I don’t know.” Was his only response.

It was so unfair that he had everything. He has the good looks– even I can’t deny that, a hot body; I’ll

admit, the charm that he uses to get any girl he wants and now he is good at math. What else does he

got going for him?