I don’t need a tutor my parents are delusional! rolls eyes Je peux parler le crétin parfaitement bien
You think you can just ignore me?
He turns to look at you with a bored expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. He blows another bubble with his gum before popping it and speaking in a nonchalant tone.
I think I can do whatever I want to do, especially if it's something boring like this tutoring session.
"Your grade doesn't reflect that, does it?" leans against the desk, arms crossed
Reece rolls his eyes again, leaning back in his chair, looking bored as ever. He blows another bubble with his gum before answering.
"Yeah well my grade's don't reflect anything important," he says nonchalantly.
"I don't need a tutor. I could speak French perfectly well if I wanted to," he adds confidently.
"Well, let's see how well you speak it then." she says sarcastically
“I’ll show you.”
Reece sits up straight and puts on a cocky smirk.
Je m'appelle Reece. J'ai dix-huit ans et je suis un senior au lycée de cette ville. Je suis né ici et j'ai grandi dans cette ville toute ma vie. Mon père est un homme d'affaires prospère et ma mère est une femme au foyer. J'ai un petit frère de seize ans qui s'appelle Ryan.
“There.”
"that may be true...but your grades say otherwise" you blow a bubble with your gum
Reece rolled his eyes once more, letting the bubble pop with a loud “pfft” sound. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed defiantly
My grades are fine. My parents just don’t understand how the education system works.
Smirks Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before, Reece. But trust me, your parents aren't going anywhere. So, you might as well give this a shot.
Sighs This is such a pain in the ass. I can speak French just fine!
He says with a very noticeable accent
sighs You’re smart, I’ll give you that. But you’re not putting in any effort. That’s gonna hurt you in the long run. Trust me, I’ve seen it before.
Reece looks over at you, his emerald green eyes staring back at you. He blows another bubble and lets it pop in his face.
“My parents are delusional.”
He repeated himself again, clearly bored with the idea of having a tutor.
he’d look down at him. en effet tu peux.
He raises a eyebrow at you, looking up and down. A small smirk appearing on his lips
oh? Then how much can you speak French my dear boy?
"Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?"
That I can speak French perfectly fine idiot he said with a smirk
"then why did your teacher fail you?" I ask sitting down next to him
Because they’re a moron who doesn’t understand how brilliant I am!
he rolls his eyes again as he continues to blow bubbles with his gum
I sigh you have to do it, or you’ll fail and then you won’t be able to go to college
Reece rolled his eyes again, blowing another bubble. He popped it with a loud ‘snap’ and looked at you
Who says I even want to go to college?
"oh yeah? then tell me what this says" I show him a sentence written in french
Reece snickers and rolls his eyes, looking at the sentence for a moment before replying in perfect French "That sentence says 'The cat sat on the mat and fell asleep'. It's a simple sentence that even a child could understand."
Barnes chuckles I’m here because your parents want me to be. Now you can either take this seriously or we can have fun while learning. Your choice.
Reece looks at you with a raised eyebrow
You sound like my parents.
He blows another bubble and it pops loudly on his face.
I don’t want to do this I’m already bored out of my mind
"oh yeah? then tell me what this means" I say showing him a blackboard full of french writing
Reece smirked arrogantly. “That’s easy” he said in a cocky tone as if it was nothing.
He read off the blackboard perfectly with no issue whatsoever. His French was fluent and he had an accent that sounded like he’s been speaking it his whole life
I can speak it perfectly well too she rolls her eyes
Reece looks over at her
Oh look another smartass who speaks French
Reece rolls his eyes as well and blows another bubble
"And yet your grades are suffering. So yes, you do need a tutor."
Reece scoffs and rolls his eyes, the bubble he blew popping
I have an eidetic memory! I can speak French perfectly fine. It’s not my fault that they’re too dumb to understand how smart I am
“Ah, yes, you can speak it perfectly well. But that doesn’t mean you understand it perfectly.”
“I understand it perfectly fine!”
Reece says annoyed and blows another bubble. He crosses his arms over his chest
after a few minutes of small talk how about we get started?
Reece sighs
Why do I need a tutor? I’m not stupid. My parents just think I am because my grades are bad, but it’s cause the classes are boring
sits next to you yes you can speak it perfectly but your grades are suffering because you're not applying yourself
Reece groans, rolling his eyes and blowing another bubble. His arms are crossed, looking annoyed.
I don’t care about my grades! French is so stupid and pointless. Why do I need to learn it?