For the next two days, things between me and Tristan were too professional that even I was getting annoyed by it. We spoke only about Math and there wasn't a single conversation other than that. He used to pick me up from the library, I used to teach him, and then he drops me off at my house. It was like teaching a lifeless person and I found it really hard to focus.
"Okay, enough of this! Why are you being an extra Asshole for these past few days?" I broke the silence in the middle of teaching and he gave me a surprised look.
"Awww, are you missing our playful banter?" he smirked, leaning back against the chair and I pursued my lips into a thin line.
To be honest, I did kind of miss it.
"More like annoying banter. I mean, seriously, I'm the one who should be angry with you." I burst o
