Chapter 2 Job Hunting

"What is the square root of 459 multiplied by 45 and divided by 4?" I asked Charlie, typing the numbers on my calculator and wait for his answer. He raised a hand. "Yes, Charles?" "Is the square root of that specific number is the product of 459 x 459?" Wha-?? "...What?" "Oh never mind, I got it." He grinned. I nodded. "Alrighty." "Mm-hmmm." Charlie muttered, with a serious look on his face. He's calculating the problem I gave him on the piece of paper he's holding. Writing furiously he looked troubled for a second but continued anyways. "Just give me a second." ■ 30 minutes later ■ "Got it!" He grinned, pushing his hair back with his hand. "Finally." I chuckled, fixing my seat and grabbed my phone, typing the calculation immediately. He slammed the paper in front of me. "It's 430.3125 !" "What?" I looked at my phone's screen before looking back at him, "How the duck did you get 430.3125 ?" "You see my lovely dearest best friend," He cleared his throat, acting professional and all, "The square is equivalent to 4, since it has 4 sides. The root is technically equivalent to 3 since, the root comes from a tree, or the other way around." Wha-?? He said what? He took his pencil and started circling numbers. "So 4 times 3 is 12. The 12 in 459 is 38.25. So 38.25 times 45 is equals to 1,721.25. And 1,721.25 divided by 4 is equals to..." He circled his final answer. "430.3125 !" He smirked, "Get it?" "I'm sorry," I shook my head in disbelief, "You lost me at the 'square root' explanation." "It's alright," He chuckled, "I mean, these are all easy and all, but, I guess not everyone can be like me." U-huh? I raised an eyebrow, "And what is exactly 'like you' ?" "A Genius." He winked. "Ya-huh." I rolled my eyes, "Either way, you can't be a math tutor -that's for sure." "I guess so..." He sighs, "I pity myself for being so smart. " Mm-hmm? You know what scares me? He's actually not joking around. He really thinks that he is a genius. I scratched the 'math tutor' in my list and looked at option number 2. "Okay, next stop -> Science tutor." His eyes widened, excitement sparkled on it too. "I love science." "Alright." I cleared my throat and turned to the next page where there are prepared questions for him. "So I'm going to ask a question, and let's see if you can answer it." "Try me." He smirked. I chose the easiest and read it out loud. "This is a self-replicating material present in nearly all living organisms as the main constituent of chromosomes." Charlie went silent, he looked lost. "Charles?" He blinked, "... More information, please?" Shrugging, I continued reading, "This is the fundamental and distinctive characteristics or qualities of someone or something, especially when regarded as unchangeable." Charlie sighed frustratedly, "I don't get you." I threw him a bone, "It is the carrier of genetic information." "Easy," He smiled, "Blood." Probably the millionth time, Wha-?? "Uh... No." I shook my head and decided to simply give him the answer. "What is the abbreviation of deoxyribonucleic acid." He blinked, "A what?" You ask me. I frowned internally. He doesn't have a clue, does he? "What is the common 3 letter word that is known as the carrier of genetic information? This 3 letter word means deoxyribonucleic acid." He frowned, "Can you please speak in english?" I did an internal face palm. I crossed my arms and looked at him smugly. "Charlie, it starts with D and ends with A." "Diana ?" "A 3 letter word, Charlie." "I don't know." "DNA Charlie." I spelled it out, "D-N-A." "Ohhh" He trailed off. "Well, that was dificult." Was it? Agreeing on whatever he is saying, I nodded and said, "Of course." Looking down on the paper, I scratched off the 'science tutor' and looked at option number 3. "Next job on the line would be -> an art instructor." He shook his head, "I can't draw." "Charlie, an artist doesn't need to be good at drawing. There's a lot of types when it comes on being an artist. You can be a-" "I can't paint, I'm worse than a kindergarten pupil when I color something, I suck at writing and if you're counting dancing and singing too, I suck at those." "Okay." I scratched off 'art instructor' in the list and frowned when I saw there's nothing left. "Uh Charlie." "Yeah Vanch?" "We're running out of options here." I muttered, showing him my now useless list. "What?!" He grabbed the note pad and frowned. "The only option you have to take is the art instructor." "But I don't do art, Vanch." He frowned, "I'm not an artistic person." "But it's your only hope!" "There's got to be another job." "I bet." I scoffed. He faced me with a raised eye brow, "Are you being sarcastic with me?" "No." I rolled my eyes. "...Vanch..." "Oh shush." I muttered before slumping on my sit. "You're an underground fighter right? Isn't that a job already?" "Mom banned me from it." He frowned, "She said that there's this man called Anaconda that held a grudge to dad, way before I was born. She said it was too dangerous for me to do what my dad did before." "Well that sucks." Sighing, I faced him. "Just don't buy anything then." He sighed frustratedly, "I told you Vanch, Hannah wants that shoes for her birthday." "Same goes with that gold necklace and that expensive purse you bought months ago!" He frowned, "It was worth it." "Is it? Really?" "If she's happy then I'm hap-" "Yeah yeah, you're happy too." My heart clenched but I continued talking, "If she's happy, you're happy. I know. But there's a difference between being a good girl friend and on being a good gold digger." His eyes widened and anger flashed on it. "She's not a gold digger, Vanchel Ammarati." Crap. He said my whole name. He's pissed off. "Sorry," Nope, not at all, "But please understand our part. We can barely see her being a good girlfriend to you, she's freaking flirting with Robbie everytime I see her!" "They're just friends. Stop that." He frowned, "I know that you're a little bit jealous of her because you think that she's taking all my time for you." Excuse me? "But you got to trust me when I say that you're the only best friend I have." Oh shocks, I think I heard a glass shatter; oh wait, nah, it's just my heart breaking in front of this oblivious boy. Where did he get this obliviousity from? "Yeah, best friend." I muttered, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. I don't want to help him and let him continue on torturing himself. Charlie freaking Langston doesn't desserve that. This charming, nice and oblivious guy desserves the world. Not some cheap gold digger who flirts with anyone with a fat wallet. I need to leave. I need to cry. I need to shed some tears and shout out why and how much I love Charlie Langston. And lucky for me, it seems as if the universe heard my call, since my phone rung. Grabbing my phone from my back pocket, I answered it. "Hello?" "Hi Vanchel!" I heard the very familliar cheery voice, "This is Fey!" "Oh, hey Fey." I smiled, sitting properly. "Can you baby sit my triplets for tonight? Felipe and I would have a dinner date since it has been a long time since we had one." "Of course. Of course." I have been baby sitting Fey's triplets for years now. Since I'm an only child, I treat them like my very own brothers. "Great! Meet me at my house at 6 pm, okay? Do you have any special favors?" "No, as usual-" I stopped and a plan formed on my mind, "........... Actually." I faced Charlie, "Can I bring someone?" No matter how much it hurts, as long as it makes him happy, I'll deal with it. Because that's how the Ammarati's do it