Phone Calls

his number

"For this mark. You're no longer gonna be playing."

"What!!! He started it though and and I need to be what about my scholarship!!"

"I'm not gonna lie to you mark, with your grades right now you were working towards the bench anyway, this was just the last straw. And it's not for forever it just until the end of this term. Once your punishment is over I want you to get a tutor and work on them grades if I see them change at the end of the term You're back on the team."

"Fine. Whatever."

"You should ask Ethan to tutor you. He needs to do extra credit anyways and I feel like you need to fix this bad blood"

"Sure whatever I'm leaving"

...

I sighed as I thought back to the conversation I had with the principal and I headed towards the exit of the school since I had to sit a homework Detention I saw ethan. He was by a bulletin board and I remembered back to maths when he came in late to school. Makes sense why hes here so late. As soon as he put something there he was gone out the door. I walked over to where he had pinned something and read what I saw.

"Tutoring, I you need a tutor bla bla bla!" I went to rip the paper off the board and saw the numbers underneath. I was gonna do it I swear. It was just that I do need a tutor and it kinda fell into my lap soo. I ripped the small piece of the page which had his mobile number on it. I stuffed it in my pocket and headed through door. I sighed and headed to my car to drive home knowing for a fact my mom got a call from the principal.

Click.

"MARK, IS THAT YOU!" I heard my mom call for me from the kitchen. I sighed and through my keys in the bowl next to the door. "YES MOM! I called back and headed towards the kitchen expecting the scolding of a life time. "Why did the principal call me telling me you were in a fight?!". "Look at you you have bruised nose!! And the blood on your hand! What were you thinking!!" Along the bombarding of questions a string of aggressive Korean was yelled at me and from there I was sent to my room grounded. I flopped onto my bed and sighed and took what ever was in my pocket out so I can lay comfortably until I saw his number. Ugh. It's for the soccer team, it's for the soccer team.

I sat out and dialed the number.

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Hello? Who's this."

Tsk. What an annoying way to answer a phone. So high pitched and squeaky.

"It mark. I need a tutor."

He hung up on me. THAT BRAT!!!

dialed his number again.

Ring

Ring

Ring

"What do you want!"

"I need a tutor! Ive already said and your annoying ass just hung up on me."

"Well you pummelled my face you asshole like hell am I gonna tutor you."

"Because of you I'm off the football team and now I'm being forced to get a tutor!"

"That's your problem not mine! Bye dick!"

"Wait, wait wait! Just hear me out. You need the extra credit and I need a tutor. We both benefit here and it saves me from looking for someone else to do it."

... the other end of the line was quite. For a second I thought he hung up on me again.

"Fine, I'll do it during the detentions. Saves me sitting there doing nothing for an hour."

"Cool, see you tomorrow nestor" I chuckled and I heard a scoff on the other end of the line and the call end.

I decided to save the number in my phone so I don't have to deal with the paper.

"Nestor"

Saved

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