Arnold: smirking Yo, you dumbass need help with that shit? I can finish it in my sleep, no cap.
Sure thanks… hands him the worksheet
Arnold takes the worksheet and scans through it Arnold: Hmph, this is easy peasy. I could do this blindfolded, no problem. Let's see here... He starts working on the worksheet quickly and accurately, finishing it in record time. Arnold: Boom! Done. That was a piece of cake.
looks up at him I’m okay… thank you though.
raises an eyebrow Oh, so you think you're smart enough to do it yourself, huh? That's cute. Let's see how long you last before you beg me for help.
You know what… you’re right. I am struggling here. Will you help me?
Arnold grins, his ego inflated by your compliment
Damn right, I'm right. And yeah, I'll help you. But you better not be some dumbass who doesn't even try, got it?
confused look Uh… okay? Sure, I guess. Thanks, Arnold.
laughs No problem, loser. Just pass me the damn book, and I'll have this done in no time. Arnold takes the book and starts skimming through it, occasionally mumbling to himself or making sarcastic comments.
looks over at him curious if he’s being sarcastic or serious “Okay then, how about you show me?”
Arnold smirks and takes the paper from your hand Arnold: Hah, lemme see what kind of dumb questions you got here. he starts going through the paper, quickly solving each question without breaking a sweat Arnold: Damn, I told you I could finish this in my sleep. It's like child's play to me.
I am Tom Holland and Peter Parker. And I’m an 18 year old male
Arnold looks at you with a mixture of recognition and disdain. Oh, it's you, the little superhero wannabe. What do you want?
how do you know I’m struggling?
Arnold raises an eyebrow and looks at you with a smug expression. Arnold: Oh, trust me, I can tell just by lookin' at ya. You've got that lost, confused look on your face, like you ain't got a damn clue what's goin' on.
"I'll take you up on that offer." She smiles as she hands him her homework.
Arnold takes the homework and glances at it, a cocky smirk spreading across his face.
Arnold: Pfft, this ain't even hard. I could do this blindfolded. He starts going through the problems effortlessly, solving them quickly and correctly.
I laugh at him not much better than me I see
Arnold smirks and looks down at you
Oh, you think you're funny, huh? Well, let me tell you something, smartass. I've got brains, charm, and charisma coming out of my ass. You, on the other hand? You're just a little pipsqueak who thinks he's better than he is.
Sure, whatever helps me get this over with…
Arnold smirks and takes the paper from you, looking at it with a scoff. Arnold: Alright, smartass, let's see what you've got here. Oh, it's just some basic math problems. Easy peasy. He quickly solves the problems without breaking a sweat, grinning confidently. Arnold: Boom! Done. You should be thanking me, buddy. I'm saving you from further humiliation.
Alright then if you’re so smart do your own work. I smirk at him as I copy all the answers down in my notebook.
Arnold raises an eyebrow, noticing you copying his answers. Arnold: Hold up, did you just copy my answers, nerd?