Ok im homeschooled so if i get something inaccurate to school lmk LMAO. And the beginning might be rough. Sorry lolz
"Im literally failing history so fucking bad bro." I say, walking home from school with my friend, Sara. "You're failing all of your classes." She replies while putting her hair in a bun. "Yeah, but history.. is the worst. Wait.. i mean.. its not that bad of a thing.." i say, smiling. She looks at me, confused "Mr Anderson.. fuck i want him to yell at me for my grades. I should fail harder." Sara quickly slaps her hand against her mouth, laughing. I laugh back "ok ok but.. am i wrong? No im not. Sara, we all know hes hot as fuck." She pulls her hand off her mouth "yes.. i guess.. he needs a haircut though." I roll my eyes at her response "no no no that hair is hot." She giggles "your type is.. weird."
I squint my eyes at her "bae, your type is fucking... shit. Literally what do you see in zac efron..?" She smiles in a offended tone. "Hes.. mm sexy." She replies. "You're like a middle aged mom whos husband isn't sexually active." She pushes me, laughing. We walk for a bit longer, until we reach her house. "Alright, ill call you later." She says, walking towards her house "ok. Oh your smarter tell me the answers for the history homework." She turns around to look at me. "Wait i thought you were gonna fail to get fucked by Mr Anderson though." She says in a jokingly tone. I laugh "shut the fuck up." I reply, rolling my eyes. She smiles then continues walking towards her house.
I walk about 10 houses ahead of hers, then walk up towards mine. I open the door, then walk inside, my mom waiting for me ~ shittttt what does she want..~ i think to myself "f in history. F. Whats that about?" My mom asks, holding a paper from school. "Im sorry.. i mean.. i have Cs in all of the other classes.. at least." My mom sighs "You're getting a tutor. For history, and maybe the other classes." She says setting the paper down on the counter, then walking away. "Fuck." I whisper to myself, then throwing my backpack on the bench.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, then walk towards my room. I open my messages, and see a text from sara. ~Answers for questions :) 1 c : 2 b : 3 a : 4 b and thats all i have so far~ i send 'thx' back to her, put my phone back in my pocket, and walk in my room. I sigh, loudly, then run and jump on my bed. ~A fucking tutor. Goddammit mom..~ my phone then rings, i quickly answer "hello?" I ask "hey. Its me, Noah." ~fuck. Can he stop calling me?~ "what do you want?" I ask "so i was wondering if you-" "no, Noah. I rejected you... like ten times." I say, frustratingly. "Ok ok. Well is sara single?" He asks "no. We're fucking." I respond, then hang up. ~Well hopefully he'll go away now.. jesus..~ i text sara ~if rumors go around we're dating im sorry. Noah asked if you were single and i said we were fucking. Sorry bae~ she opens it and texts back within ten seconds ~LMAO YOU BITCH~ i laugh then text back ~Its fine he'll leave us alone now. Hopefully lol~ I throw my phone on the other side of the bed, get up, then walk to the closet to change. I then take off the school uniform and put a oversized fall out boy tee shirt, and a pair of shorts on.
(Fall out boy supremacy ok)
"Rhianna!" My mom yells ~now what?~ "Coming!" I yell back, then walk towards my door. I swing my door open, then walk towards the kitchen. "What?" I ask, peeking around the corner of the hall into the kitchen. "Hungry?" She asks. "Oo yeah." I respond, then walk into the kitchen "so. This tutor... thing.. um how does it work? Do i go back into my history classroom?" I ask while sitting at the counter. "Yes. Oh and Mr Anderson is gonna do it, i called your school and he volunteered. " ~fuck fuck fuck MR ANDERSON??!?! AH?!?!~ "M-Mr Anderson?" I say, nervously. My mom smirks at me "whats up with the stuttering?" She asks, smiling, and resting her elbows on the counter in front of me. "Hes.. hes just scary i guess." I respond, she laughs " trust me.. we've all had hot teachers.. don't get your hopes up. I highly doubt hes gonna do anything." She says, then leans up to continue supper. I laugh "hes like.. literally so hot mom." She turns at me "i've meet him before. Hes cute, not that hair though." ~why does nobody like his hair-?~ "no the hair is... hot." I say, fidgeting with my hair. "Hey, wanna grab that?" My mom asks, pointing at something. "Yeah." I reply, then getting out of my chair and walking towards the item, picking it up, then handing it to her. "Thank you hun." "You're welcome."
After supper I walk into my room, grab my phone off my bed and call Sara. "Hello Rhianna." She says in a annoyed tone. "Dude. Guess what?" she sighs "what?" "So my mom is getting me a tutor for history.. guess whos my mother fucking tutor.." "who?" She asks "Mr Anderson." She gasps. "GIRL.....tell me if you get fucked!" I laugh "im nervous. My dumbass is definitely gonna do something embarrassing." I mumble out. "Probably." She says. "Oh and he volunteered. Mom told me not to get my hopes up but... he volunteered. It seems weird." She laughs "Your moms probably right." She responds. "I can't tell if my response is hopefully moms right or hopefully shes not right. Hes scary as hell." I say. She giggles.
We talk for a bit longer, mostly about school and Mr Anderson. "Fuck.. i should do homework.. hey do you have the rest of the answers?" I ask "yeah. Ill send em." She replies "thank you." I say, smiling. "Goodbye girl whos gonna get fucked by her teacher." She says in a jokingly tone. I gasp. "Anyways, goodbye!" I say, then quickly hang up on her. She immediately sends the answers for the homework. I send her 'thanks' then walk out of my room, over by the front door, grab my backpack, and walk back into my room.
I pick my phone up and go on Spotify, putting my playlist on shuffle yet skipping half the songs. I sit down at my desk, then grab my homework from my backpack and set it on my desk. I then pull up the answers from sara, and write them down. ~its so obvious im cheating...~ i finish the rest of the homework, then turn the music off. I get up to lay down on my bed, my thoughts getting.. weird. Mostly about Mr Anderson. ~"good girl"~ "stop hes like.. 30." I whisper to myself. I flop on my bed, grab my phone, then go on Instagram. I lay there for about an hour, doing.. whatever on my phone.~ 7:30? Already? Damn.~ "Rhiannon. Your dad called." My mom says while opening the door to my room. "Dad?" I reply, shocked. I used to have an amazing relationship with him, better than the one with my mom. I guess up until i was 15 when my parents got divorced and my brother died. Now hes just out of my life. "What did he want?" I ask. "Money. His new girlfriend broke up with him." She replies. "Oh. Good." She laughs. ~fucking pig..~ "you should block him, mom. Hes just gonna keep calling and begging." She sighs "i know. I will if he calls again. Oh and did you do your homework?" She asks. "Yeah." I reply. She smiles, then walks out of my room, closing the door behind her. I run my fingers through my hair, aggressively.
10:00
I lay back down after getting ready for bed, not gonna lie, nervous for tomorrow. Even though hes obviously not gonna do anything. I put a movie on to fall asleep to, specifically killer klowns (its my comfort movie ok watch it if you haven't) i watch some of the beginning, then close my eyes and fall asleep.
