Rebecca ended up getting cornered by Jethro outside the dance studio, forced to endure a full half hour of him bellowing explanations at her.
By the time he finally ran out of steam, she was still in a daze.
"Do you get it now?" Jethro's voice was hoarse, his throat nearly on fire.
Rebecca frowned. "Why are you yelling about something this simple?"
"If it's so simple, why didn't you answer a single question?" he growled. "The whole sheet is blank!"
"Why should I do it just because you tell me to?" she shot back. "This is ridiculous."
"It's not me. Vance told me to do this!" he said firmly, not taking no for an answer.
Rebecca found the whole situation even more absurd. "He's your boss, not mine!"
She shoved the test papers back into his hands. "I don't need tutoring. Thanks anyway."
"Hey! Wait!" Jethro shouted after her as she walked away.
She ignored him and kept going. Jethro mistook her action for her plea to have Vance tutor her in person. That wouldn't do. Vance was far too busy right now.
He wouldn't be a worthy friend if he couldn't help lighten the load. He spent the whole night reflecting on why Rebecca had rejected his help, then concluded that he had probably been too aggressive.
...
The next day, Jethro showed up outside the dance studio again, this time with a French worksheet and a cup of bubble tea.


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