Serenity and Stefan

"Well don't care. And your name was on the list too." She said smiling. "Umm were you ok with the whole thing, with Kinley. You don't have to answer, its just a question." she said looking at her shoes wiggling her toes

Stefan's brows shot up, "I didn't even know it was possible for me to nominated, especially considering I bash homecoming so hard," he said, snickering. He furrowed his brows, "It's not your business," he said again, sitting up. A frown pulled at his lips, wondering why she wouldn't shut up about it. "Can we just get to the learning now?" he asked, frowning at his textbook.

Stefan nodded, "Well that's why we're here," he said, opening the textbook, "And everything," he said, poking the page. He frowned as she grabbed her phone, "Stop looking at that damn chatroom and help me," he said, huffing. It wasn't very nice, especially for someone like her. Besides, if she was just going to be looking at her phone the whole time, he could go find another tutor.

Stefan frowned when she apologized, "Is something wrong..?" he asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows. Seriously, why was it that whenever he was around a girl they looked upset? He sighed a little. He really needed to see his guy friends more. "There aren't field kicks in hockey," he told her, raising a brow, "And math and hockey are way too different. Can't you just tell me the formulas to find X and Y and crap?" He asked, making a face.

Stefan huffed, "Fine don't tell me what's wrong," he said, making a face. He slouched a bit, rolling his eyes, "I already know that. This isn't Algebra One, you know," he said, slightly frustrated. He clenched and unclenched his fists a couple of times, "Maybe we should just continue this when you aren't so... Distracted," he said, blinking down at his textbook before shutting it. He had better things to do, like play Battlefield 4, rather than just sit there and fail to be tutored.

"I can tell you do. And if you're not going to tell me what's wrong, fine, I'll just go," he said, shoving the textbook into his backpack and zipping it up, "But that's not even what the problem is asking for. I know how to do Y equals MX plus B," he said, huffing. Stefan stood up after a moment, slinging the bag over his shoulder, "Let me know when you want to help," he told her, forcing a smile.

Stefan raised a brow when she spoke, "Fine," he said, dropping his bag onto the ground and plopping down, "Teller what happened," he said, folding his arms and leaning back against the tree.

Stefan frowned when she spoke, "Why do you feel bad for me?" he questioned, "Just because she got an abortion behind my back doesn't mean I wanted to have a kid," he said, grimacing. Becoming a father at eighteen? No. He didn't think he ever wanted kids. "And I am frustrated with you Serenity. It's not your business and you shouldn't be crying over this." He replied, huffing. The fact that Serenity was acting like this over something that she wasn't a part of bothered him. She shouldn't even be involved.

Stefan frowned. Why was she overreacting so much? It really wasn't any of her business, so she had no reason to get all mad and starting yelling at him, "How am I being heartless? It wasn't even born," he replied, though she had already stormed off. He huffed, picking his backpack up and thrusting his arms through the straps.