Tutoring the moron. (LOGAN!)

[Cristobal Autieri]

Great, he had to tutor a moron for the fifth time… Well, he didn’t tutor this moron once. His name was Logan Castille, some type of rich boy. Cristobal hated rich boys, they were snobbish, wore good clothes, and hated poor boys, A.K.A. Cristobal Autieri. Opening his Chemistry book, Cristobal sat down on the couch, watching TV. The student lounge was very cozy; he could almost feel himself falling asleep. Reading through the textbook, Cristobal studied the arts of Chemistry, and Biology. Wow, they were both fit into the same page; maybe they’re both variations of one another. Cristobal kept on looking at his cheap watch, wondering where Logan could be. He was always late, ever since Cristobal was Twelve; he had to deal with that Cajun accent of his.


“Where could this fool be? I said by twelve o’ clock.” Cristobal said, quite angry. The student lounge was warm, worm enough to just forget about electric comforters and go to sleep, at your very spot. Logan shouldn’t have picked this place, they’d be asleep before they’d be able to open the text book. Besides, Logan, he was an amazingly attractive guy. But he had an idiot accent, which no one liked. But, Cristobal was able to put up with it.

[Logan Castille]

It was ten minutes past twelve before Logan began the dreaded trip to see his tutor who happened to be younger and a grade level lower than him. Logan never had a reason to not like his tutor, but the subject matter he was trying to learn always manage to make the experiences rather annoying. During his few last sessions with this particular tutor, Logan noticed that Cristobal had some sort of spite against him. He had no idea what to pin it on except the obvious economic class differences. Logan was at the top while Cristobal was a lot closer to the bottom. It's not Logan's fault he was born to a wealthy family, so he didn't exactly feel pity for his tutor. He also didn't let the obvious tension get to him. As long as the tutoring keeps his grades up, the level of friendship held with his tutor didn't matter.

He gathered up his textbook, binder, and other supplies as he barged out the door and toward the student lounge. Five more minutes passed before actually coming within visual range of Cristobal, who seemed to be waiting impatiently. Logan threw down his supplies and pulled up a chair. "So, what's the plan, man?" He opened his book and binder to the current chapter and gave his tutor a look of I really don't wanna be here today. His cellphone was removed from his pocket and put to good use texting and browsing various apps. "You're gonna make this interesting, right?"

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal watched Logan rush in, he looked quite nice today. Logan launched onto Cristobal’s seat, and gave Cristobal an attitude look. He shrugged it off, immediately opening the Chemistry book. “So, what’s the plan, man?” Logan said, opening his book and binder to the chapter Cristobal was on. Shaking his head, Cristobal focused on the chapter they were reviewing. Ahh the stereotypical Periodic tables. Cristobal nodded, and showed the chapter to Logan. “You’re gonna’ make this interesting, right?” Logan asked, being quite curious.

“Yeah, why not, we’re starting on the periodic segment… This is gonna’ be a blast!” Cristobal said with sarcasm, grabbing Logan’s binder. He looked through the months of tutoring, and tests. Logan has been improving since Cristobal tutored him. “I want you to write the periodic tables, from your memory, like I taught you two weeks ago.” Cristobal gave Logan an impossible task. Only to hand Logan the binder, Cristobal checked out the TV. Cristobal grabbed his own binder, to write down his enlisted Periodic tables… Twenty Two, is T.I.

(OOC: For reference use www.chemicool.com/)

[Logan Castille]

An eyebrow was raised at the tutor's sarcastic tone. "Sounds like someone doesn't wanna be here as much as I don't." Logan listened to Cristobal's instructions carefully as he put away his phone. He grabbed a sheet of paper and began drawing little boxes left to right and top to bottom to form a rough outline of the periodic table of elements. His pencil went to work numbering each box all the way to the bottom. For a moment, it actually looked as if he knew what he was doing, but when the time came to actually name all of the elements and write down their symbols, things began to go downhill. The first few lines of the table came easy. It was all memory. But halfway down, things started to get a bit hazy. "Okay, I'm stuck. What now, Mr. Tutor?"

Logan pushed the papers away from him and close to Cristobal for inspection. "That's as far as I got." He propped his legs up on the table to help relax. He was dressed very comfortably in a pair of old, but still in-style designer jeans with the holes already cut in the knees and a thin, gray long-sleeve shirt under a thicker maroon t-shirt he bought at the closest mall. His eyes gazed around the room at all the distractions the lounge presented. Maybe picking this spot wasn't such a good idea after all. Oh well.

[Cristobal Autieri]

“Sounds like someone doesn’t wanna be here as much as I don’t.” Logan said, being ignorant. Cristobal started shaking his head, and looked up towards the TV. Logan did always have that sort of humor, which would just piss you off, every time you heard it. Cristobal urged a grin on his face, to try to keep things with him and Logan cool. He saw Logan fidgeting with the binder. Haha, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing . Cristobal finished his periodic tables, watching Logan intently. He did the first line all right, but he couldn’t even get to the second line. That’s what happens when you give good boys work, pathetic. “Okay, I’m stuck. What now, Mr. Tutor?” Logan said, being confused.

Cristobal took the paper, and remembered what was going on. “That’s as far as I got” Logan said, propping his foot up onto the table. “First of all, you didn’t even get to the second line; we went over this last week, about twenty times.” Cristobal said, with an attitude.

Really, this guy needs to start paying attention in class . Cristobal thought. Cristobal went through the periodic tables thoroughly with Logan… “The last one is ‘102, N.O.’ Don’t you pay attention, New Orleans?” He whined.

[Logan Castille]

A sly grin swept across Logan's face as his tutor began bickering. He couldn't help but find humor in how frustrated Cristobal was beginning to look, but Cristobal had a right to be frustrated. They did just go over the same information from last week. "Maybe you just need to be a better tutor!" he said jokingly to further infuriate Cristobal. Logan took back his papers and listened closely to his tutor's teaching. "Oooh. New Orleans! That's a good way to remember that one!"

Logan finished up texting a few people and set his phone to the side. "Here, I'll try again and show ya that you aren't helpin' me for nothin'." He started from scratch and began redrawing the periodic table as he was told to before. And like before, everything was running smoothly at first, but the farther down on the table he got, the more difficult it became. This time around, he actually managed to complete the table due to the refresher he was given. "I did it!" he exclaimed with false joy. "What's next on the list... or are we done here?"

The distractions of the student lounge soon became too great for Logan to handle. He stood up and changed the channel on the television to MTV and its infamous show, The Jersey Shore. Almost a few seconds in to the program, he began commenting on all the casts' antics. "Wooooah! Look at Snooki! She's DTF!"

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal grinned, happily seeing Logan, being hot as usual. But this time, he did the Periodic Tables correct. How much of a good tutor could Cristobal be? “Of course, I’m helping ya’ for something right!?” Cristobal said, after Logan made that infuriating joke. Cristobal sat back, and watched the rich boy fidget, then gets up. Cristobal kept on watching Logan as he changed the channel to Jersey Shore. Really? Jersey Shore? Cristobal was amused, after this, he set his books and binders in the book bag. Leaning back, he studied Logan’s movements. “Wooah! Look at Snooki! She’s DTF!” Cristobal watched Logan say, only to laugh. Cris picked up the remote, and turned the TV off, just to piss Logan off. “Aren’t you gay? You shouldn’t be using the term of ‘DTF’ with a female.” He said, vaguely laughing.

“And yeah, we’re done here, but I feel like chilling her for a while.” Cristobal replied to his question, closing his eyes. Whilst Cristobal was hovering off to unconsciousness, his immune system got stronger in a protective way. Meaning if he catches a cold in his sleep, it would be gone within a millisecond. The cold would vanish in his body, and it would replace itself with clean cells, which would unfortunately get eradicated as well.

[Logan Castille]

"Me? Gay? Noooo!" Logan told Cristobal sarcastically. When it came to his sexuality, he didn't really care if others knew, especially since almost everyone who knows him knows it by now. "I'm not sayin' I'm DTF with HER! I'm just sayin' she's DTF," he explained, "I wouldn't be DTF with anyone from the Jersey Shore. They may be entertaining but they're not THAT entertaining." Logan then took the opportunity to tease his tutor, "I bet yer secretly in love with JWoww and her HUGE knockers! You wanna smash that, don't ya."

Out of the corner of his eyes, Logan noticed Cristobal beginning to nod off. He raised an eyebrow curiously and wondered how someone can just start falling asleep in a noisy room in the middle of the day. "Bad idea," he whispered to himself as he looked around the room to find something to put to good use. The idea of slamming his text book to the floor in order to scare the crap out of the sleepy tutor came to mind.

Logan crept silently like a ninja over to the desk and grabbed his thick chemistry textbook and brought it right behind Cristobal. In a sudden and swift motion, he slammed it to the floor, creating an incredible loud bang that could wake the dead. "Go to yer dorm if you want to take a nap, silly," he said said as he gave his tutor's hair a gentle rub.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal looked towards the man, unknowing of his sexuality at the point. “Me? Gay? Nooo!” Logan replied with sarcasm, it took a while for Cristobal to notice the sarcasm, but he noticed it. Cristobal kept on studying Logan as if he were into him, but he wasn’t, he was just bored, and very tired. “I’m not sayin’ I’m DTF with HER! I’m just sayin’ she’s DTF,” The ‘gay’ man explained, “I wouldn’t be DTF with anyone from the Jersey Shore. They may be entertaining but they’re not that entertaining.” Logan said, teasing Cristobal, “I bet YER’ secretly in love with JWoww and her HUGE knockers! You wanna’ smash that don’t ya?” Logan said, teasing Cristobal again.

“I can’t lie, she has nice boobs, I’d smash that, but I’m afraid I’m not talking to her anymore. I’ve dumped her soo many times.” Cristobal said, insinuating that he wants to joke around. A sly grin swept across his stern frown, but his dosing off stopped him from having a great bond from Logan. He heard a slight soft voice, but whilst he was falling asleep, he could make out “Bad idea,” In this nice dream, Cristobal was having sex with ZACHARY LARROUSSE!? Cristobal wanted to wake up from his dream, but he couldn’t, until, a little birdie named Logan Castille helped him. “BANG!” The loud textbooks woke him up.

“What do you want!?” Cristobal asked in a stammer, looking around. He looked around confused, not seeing where Logan was.

“Go to yer’ dorm if you want to take a nap, silly.” Logan said, being as naïve as usual.

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[Logan Castille]

Logan began laughing hysterically following by raising at eyebrow at Cristobal's most recent comment. "Oh, please," he quickly replied, "you're the last person she's go for. I'm more of a straight guido than you are." He then flexed his muscles to show how he could actually pass off as being a lost member of the Jersey Shore cast. The next thing he did was walk up to his tutor and squeeze his biceps while making a face that feigned disappointment. "See what I mean?" he asked. "You better hit the gym if you want some tail like that."

"So are you awake now?" Logan opened up his chemistry textbook and pointed to it. "I have a test next week, now do what I'm paying you to do." He sat down and grabbed his pen with a demeanor that showed he was ready to work. "Break time's over, Mr. Tutor!"

Logan had a smirk on his face the entire time. Messing with Cristobal was actually pretty fun. No wonder Zac does it so much.

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal manipulated his self to stay up, and so he did. He looked towards Logan yap on and on, and act crazy as usual. “Oh, please,” he replied without a second to spare, “you’re the last person she’d go for. I’m more of a straight guido than you are.” Logan said, being as cocky as usual. Cristobal couldn’t help it but burst into laughter, Logan, a guido!? Cristobal stopped the thought in his head, and looked back towards the TV. Suddenly he felt a tight squeeze upon his muscles arms, and he looked back. “See what I mean?” Logan asked. “You better hit the gym if you want some tail like that” Logan said to Cristobal.

Cristobal shrugged his comment off, and looked towards the TV with a smile. “So are you awake now? Logan opened up his chemistry textbook and pointed to it. “I have a test next week, now do what I’m paying you to do.’ Logan said, getting comfortable, grabbing a writing utensil. “Break time’s over, Mr. Tutor!” LEAVE ME THE FUCK FRIG ALONE!

Cristobal nodded towards the rich boy with a sly grin, and looked towards him. “Well, what is the test going to be about?” Cristobal asked the male, holding his pen out. Cristobal looked towards the TV, trying to maintain the coolness and the last string of dignity he had left. “Don’t get ahead of ya’ self rich boy, I’m helping you out.” Cristobal said, itching his genital.

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[Logan Castille]

"The test is going to be on CHEMISTRY, obviously!" Logan shouted with sarcastic anger. He quickly followed it up with a kind smile which soon turned into a mildly angry frown. "And don't worry, I never get ahead of myself," he mentioned while tossing a piece of paper into the trash that disintegrated along its trajectory, "but I wouldn't want to have to toss one tutor to the side and get another." He was joking the entire time, but he didn't want Cristobal to know it just yet. He wanted to kill two birds with one stone, study and mess with his tutor. "Help me to better understand chapter ten, please."

((Sorry for short crappiness. I'm tired, but I wanted to get a reply in before I went to bed.))

[Cristobal Autieri]

“The test is going to be on CHEMISTRY, obviously!” Logan shouted sounding quite sarcastic; Cristobal couldn’t help but shake his head. After the big holler Logan began to speak again, “and don’t worry, I never get ahead of myself,” Logan mentioned, whilst doing something UBER COOL! Once he threw the crumpled paper towards the trash, it disintegrated into nothing but ash, falling into the trash can. That’s a new one, “but I wouldn’t want to have to toss one tutor to the side and get another.” Logan said, being cocky about his richness. “Help me understand chapter ten, please.” Logan asked, being unusually polite.

Cristobal started shaking the tiredness out of his head, and he looked towards the Textbook, he pulled the pages towards page ‘264’, it had large wordings that read “CHAPTER TEN: ‘Chemical Calculations and Equations’. Cristobal studied the textbook, remembering his moments on the subject three years ago. “It’s basic algebra, sum the equations from the basic molecules you have there, easy stuff, even you could do it.” Cristobal wrote down similar problems that were listed on the textbook. He altered them a bit, making them a tad bit harder. On another piece of paper, Cristobal did the problems in his mind and on the calculator as well. The answers were correct, so all Logan had to do was solve it.

“Logan, do you think you could buy me a TV set? My old one was broken, and I was wondering, you could pay me higher, or you could just hand up the money right now.” Cristobal tried to answer with the slightest of concern.

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