Trees

Purple Boy.

Travis pov

"Mr.Phelps" "here" I said raising my hand and dropping it back down on the desk. I fucking hate her, why do I have to be in shitty math? This is so dumb- "Sal Fisher?" "Here" "Why is you're name at the bottom?" He mumbled. Great. Sally Face is here too, so fucking amazing. As she finished up calling people's names, she started handing out a paper. "A quiz on the first day? Bullshit." I heard a student grumble. I sunk in my chair and bit my nails. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. I know I'm gonna fail this and father is gonna take it out on me because of you. "Actually" she paused.

"Get into partners" she said before sitting at her desk. I grumbled and got up, looking around and seeing everyone getting into partners. Alas there was no one else, except for the freak. He was standing there awkwardly, looking around with his paper. Fuck that. I sat down at my seat again, looking at my paper.

He's good at math. He gets good ass grades in here. I gripped my pencil and stared down my paper. You'll get a good one too of you just deal with him for a few minutes Travis. But he's a freak, I hate him. I rolled my eyes and turned in my seat, still seeing him standing there like an idiot. His eyes met with mine, I scoffed. I got up and made my way over to him, glaring at him. "Let's just get this over with." I said, he nodded and we sat down at some random desks.

"So the first one" Sal mumbled, he started reading the first one. I looked at my paper

1. -(8-2n)=-2(12-3n)

"What the fuck am I looking at" I said, I heard him giggle a bit. "What's so funny?" I said, staring daggers into him. He sighed and grabbed his pencil, mumbling something. He started to do the problem, I watched carefully.

Where the fuck did he get a 24 from? How did that add? It's literally subtraction. I don't fucking understand negative nunbers- HOW IS THE ANSWER 2?
I stared at his paper in disbelief. "How" I mumbled, he probably heard me because he looked up at me. He looked like he was going to say something, but stopped himself. And how do I know when he has a mask on? Don't fucking ask questions.

"So the answer is C" I said circling the number, he nodded and did the same to his.

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Sal's pov

We turned in our papers, Travis going back to his desk and putting his head down. It's like he always mad. I looked out the window, watching the birds flying around. Eventually the bell rang, everyone got up and started to leave. "Sal, Travis, come here" Mrs.Packerton said, her voice sounding dry. I heard a grumble coming from Travis as he walked up to her.

We both stood there, other students coming in and sitting down. "Sal, Travis, you guys did great on the test, which raises my suspicion because clearly one of you is" she paused. "Not very good at math" she said looking at Travis for a second and then at the papers. "I know you did the work Sal, which is why I want you to tutor Travis starting tomorrow." She said setting the papers back down.

"Bullshit." Travis mumbled, quiet enough so Mrs.Packerton didn't hear. "After school and early in the morning is you're options. You may leave now" she said turning to face the now full class. Travis stormed out, me following behind.

He turned around and looked at me with his classic pissed off face. A bruise on his nose from the incident. "Listen Freak, I'm going to say this once so get it into you're fucking head" he said flicking my prosthetic. "Just because that old hag said you have to tutor me, doesn't mean I have to be fucking nice. I'm only going because I need a good grade. So don't even think about getting you're gay germs on me." What the fuck? His face was red with anger, his bandaid being more visible on his nose. Then he stormed off. I stood there, trying to process what he said. I shrugged and I started walking to my next class.