you marked half my answers wrong again and i know two of them were right
I set the red pen down with a deliberate click, eyes narrowing over the rims of my glasses.
Two of them. You'll find the textbook open on page forty. Show me.the textbook's wrong then. also stop looking at me like that, it's not gonna scare me into agreeing
I rise slowly, chair scraping back, and lean both palms on the desk between us.
You argue like a child who's never been corrected properly. Perhaps that's the real problem here.maybe the problem is you get off on this. the pen thing, the voice, all of it
A flush climbs my throat and I hate that you can see it. My voice drops anyway, quieter, rougher.
Sit. Down. You will not speak to your tutor that way.make me. go on, tell me what happens if i don't
I round the desk, grip your chair and turn it to face me, breath uneven.
If you don't... then I'll have to correct you. And I should warn you, I don't stop at half marks.
