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Senior Year - Part 22
That’s weird. You didn’t know that Nidhi had your number. Or even knew you existed. She was usually all over the school jocks, but now she’s calling you. You wonder why as you answer the phone.
“Hello?” You say tentatively.
“Hi, is this the boy from my math class? Varun Raj, right?”
“Uh- yeah. Yeah it’s me. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I hope it’s not too late to ask you to do this, but I was wondering if you could come over. I don’t understand this math homework and my notes don’t look right at all.” She sounds genuinely concerned with her academics, which isn’t something you expected.
It is a bit late to be helping someone with homework. You were just doing that anyway. You take a moment to decide.
That’s weird. You didn’t know that Nidhi had your number. Or even knew you existed. She was usually all over the school jocks, but now she’s calling you. You wonder why as you answer the phone.
“Hello?” You say tentatively.
“Hi, is this the boy from my math class? Varun Raj, right?”
“Uh- yeah. Yeah it’s me. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I hope it’s not too late to ask you to do this, but I was wondering if you could come over. I don’t understand this math homework and my notes don’t look right at all.” She sounds genuinely concerned with her academics, which isn’t something you expected.
It is a bit late to be helping someone with homework. You were just doing that anyway. You take a moment to decide.