Quitters never win

Chapter 6

     The next week Tyler wasn't at school. I felt as his mentor i should do something to help him with the missing assignments. I went to see Ms. Hilton. "I have a question." I asked her once i was sitting in a chair in her office. "Tyler isn't here this week i haven't heard from him, should i take his work to him?" I asked. "Oh that would be wonderful if you can get it from all of his teachers he can have it back by Monday, Give me a second to look up his class schedule." She said. She printed it out and handed it to me.

       I felt bad i hadn't gotten his work to him sooner. Now he was going to have to do it all weekend. I went to each of his classes to round up his work. I had a huge stack of it. I walked to my car and set it in the passenger seat. I was just glad it was Friday. 

       I pulled up to his house. I knew he didn't want me going inside but he was sick so he shouldn't be going out. And it was my job to help him. His dad's beat up car was under the car porch. He could let me in. How mad would Tyler be about me going into his house? Well guess I'd find out.

       I grabbed the stack of papers and went to the door. When i knocked on the door a man who i assumed was Tyler's dad answered the door. "Hi Mr. Hillcroft is Tyler here?" I asked politely. "Yes he is, he's in bed sick though." He said. "He may not be up for company." "Oh that's fine I'm Brooke his study buddy, i have all of his work here." I said holding it out.

       "Oh that must be heavy come on in." He said opening the door a bit wider. I stepped inside. "Well i just needed to give him all the work he missed and perhaps help him with it?" I asked making sure his dad wouldn't mind. "Oh that would be great, if he's feeling up to it." He said pointing me to his bedroom. 

       The living room was small and quant. There were pictures up on the walls. There was a beautiful woman who i assumed was his mother. From what Tyler's packet had said it was just him and his dad. I wondered what happened to his mom? The living room was clean, they had a blue plaid couch in one corner and a medium sized boxed tv in front. They had a nice fire place that looked like it had been used a lot. 

       I went down the narrow hall way and saw three doors. The one on the left was the bathroom. Then i saw two at the end the one on the left looked to be his dads and the one on the right was closed. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. 

       The room was on the small side but it looked like he had made good use of the space. Tyler was asleep, he had one hand over his head. he wasn't wearing a shirt. The covers were all messed up and i could see he was just wearing a pair of blue boxer shorts. Now I felt odd being here. I didn't know if i should wake him or just leave. 

       On the nightstand i saw a box of Kleenexes and some cough syrup. The garbage can beside the bed was over flowing. He was asleep, he probably didn't want to study anyways. I had decided to just set his papers down on the night stand and leave. When i set them down it made a noise. He stirred and opened his eyes. 

       "What are you doing here?" He asked alarmed. His biceps and the muscles in his chest tensed up. "I'm sorry Ms. Hilton said i should bring the work to you and your dad told me to just bring it to you." I said apologetically.  

       "Fine, how much did i miss?" He asked. I pointed to the stack. "Great." He said sitting up. He pulled the covers up to his waist and moved his legs. "Have a seat." He motioned to me. I picked up the stack of papers and put them on the bed between us. "So what's up first?" He asked. "Ok so were studying Hamlet in English." "Ok do i have to read the whole thing?" He asked. "I rented the DVD just in case." I said holding it up. 

       "Ok just give me a recap real quick." "Ok uhm lets see. Its set in Denmark, its about how Prince Hamlet exacts revenge on his uncle Claudius for murdering the old King Hamlet, Claudius's own brother and Prince Hamlet's father, and then succeeding to the throne and marrying Gertrude, the King Hamlet's widow and mother of Prince Hamlet. It's crazy from overwhelming grief to seething rage and it reeks of treachery, revenge, incest, and moral corruption." I said. He raised his eyebrows. "Wow Shakespeare sure did like them tragedy's." He said.