and lay there."Let's hope he's dead and make a run for it." Shane whispered."I heard you!" Matt retorted. I could see this wouldn't work."Meet me here, at 5:30 tonight." I ordered. I then turned to Matthew."It's tutoring time.""
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
—""Oh..my..GOSH! Please, I know you really like that song, but DON'TKEEP SINGING IT!" I totally spazzed out. Here we were (Matthew and I),listening to the radio, and one of my favorite songs (Nothin' On You byB.o.B. feat. Bruno Mars) was on, and Matt was ruining it with another songthat I don't like as much (O.M.G. by Usher, feat. Will.I.Am.)."Okay, okay. Fine." Matthew took out his Spanish book. He lookedaround, confused at the roads surrounding us. "Wait, you picked me up frommy house...Aren't we going back to your place?""No, the library." I told him. When we got to the library, Matthewimmediately went to the "ANIME/MANGA" section. He began to flipthrough a
manga."Matt." I hissed, "Get your butt over here." The librarian shot me adirty look. She turned to her co-librarian (is that even a word?!) and shook her head disapprovingly. I took out my Spanish textbook, and began readinga short story about a kind man who meets his rude, uptight cousin."
El hombre le tendió la mano a su primo, que se mantenía erguido enel lado de la pared
." I recited."Hmm?" Matt asked. I repeated the sentence."What the hell does that even mean?" Matthew questioned, whiletexting someone on his cell phone. I snatched the Motorola from him."Seriously? The Spanish test is next week. I'll be surprised if you even pass the test. But, your mom says you've got to get at least an A-. So,STUDY!""
!" The librarian glared at me through her glasses. I smiledapologetically.
At least I didn't suck your blood, woman.
"Huh? What was that?" Matt said."Uh... Nothing."
Did I just say the 'suck your blood' thing aloud?Oops.
"You wanna bail this place and get a smoothie or something? I wouldkill for a Tropical Blast right now.""I'm—er, allergic to smoothies.""Fro-yo?" Matt offered.