Two weeks went by. Sarah and Britney had not spoken to each other. Things were too awkward since the last time the two senior rivals inexplicably shared a passionate kiss. The two 18-year-olds didn't know what to say or how to approach each other. Neither girl knew how to decipher their feelings towards each other.
Towards the end of the day, Sarah walked to her locker to grab the books she needed to take home. As she approached, she saw a girl with long blonde hair leaning against her locker. Could it be? Yes, it was.
"Brit?" questioned Sarah. "What are you doing here?" It was the first time Sarah and Britney spoke in school.
"I need your help," said Britney.
"With what?" asked Sarah.
"I need help with math and people keep telling me you're good at it," answered the blonde.
"Umm, I can help you with math. Which math class are you in?" asked Sarah.
"I'm in pre-calculus," answered Britney.
"You're a senior and you're in pre-calculus, not calculus?" asked Sarah.
"Look! Don't make fun of me! I hate math and I'm not smart enough to be in regular calculus! Are you going to help me or not?" shouted Britney.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of you. But you haven't even asked me anything. You just said you need help." responded Sarah.
"What do you mean? I said I need help," said Britney.
"I mean if you want my help you should ask for it." responded Sarah.
"Hmph," Britney sighed as she put her hands on her hips. "Will you help me with math?" she asked with a bit of attitude. Sarah stared at Britney unsatisfied. "Please?" Britney added.
"Yes, I will help you. Come to my house tonight and bring your homework and books," Sarah responded.
That night, Britney went to Sarah's house. Sarah heard the knock at the door and answered. Britney was standing there wearing a pink tank top with jean short shorts. She had a ponytail in her hair with a pink ribbon.
"Hi," said Sarah, wearing a green shirt with black Adidas running shorts.
"Hi," responded Britney.
"Follow me to my room," instructed the brunette.
When the ladies arrived in Sarah's bedroom, Britney giggled at the stuffed animals that were lying on the bed.
"How old are you?" Britney asked while giggling.
"Your room has just as many stuffed animals as my room does!" responded Sarah. There was tension in the air, but Sarah tried to remain civil.
Sarah and Britney began going over the pre-calculus homework. Sarah used Britney's book to show her how she could find the answers to her problems. Sarah gave a diligent effort to not only help Britney with the homework questions, but to also teach the spoiled blonde how to solve the problems herself.
About half an hour into the study session Sarah started to feel that Britney wasn't paying attention. "Are you taking this seriously?" she asked.
"It's boring," answered Britney.
"I know it's boring, but you need to learn this, or you won't pass," Sarah responded with concern.
Britney rolled her eyes. "Don't talk to me like that," she demanded.
"Why did you ask me for help if you aren't going to pay attention to me?" asked the frustrated Sarah.
"I was expecting you to just do my homework for me, not try to teach me all this crap," responded the ungrateful blonde.
Sarah was shocked that Britney expected her to do her homework for her. "Is that what you've been doing all your life? Just getting people to do your work for you?" asked Sarah.
"Look, I don't need to learn this crap. You or somebody else can just do this for me," answered Britney.
"That's not how it works!" shouted Sarah.
"Just shut up and do my homework for me!" shouted Britney.
Sarah grew angry at Britney. "You're such a spoiled brat!" yelled Sarah.
"Don't you ever call me a brat!" shouted Britney.
Sarah and Britney got to their feet and stood face to face. "Shut up and do my homework!" demanded Britney.