"I THINK I LIKE ARMIN ARLERT."
"CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE LAST TO FIND OUT."
romeo and juliet reborn
in the 2000's as two high
schoolers but ones
a PC obsessed anime geek
and the others a total
bitch with designer shoes.
social hierarchy quee...
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"what's up?"
the chosen tone was cool and casual, unlike one generally used to speak with someone as respected as a teacher, better yet one as uptight as him. an obviously upset teacher too, so granted smith was a bit taken back by the lack of formality, quick to brush it off.
"what's up are these test scores! well, they're actually down but..." the man awkwardly laughed before realizing you weren't in any way amused by the little play on words, nor the whole event of staying past class for this little chit-chat saying as there was gossip else where to be heard "your grade is dropping exponentially, is there something going on? why have they been going down so drastically?"
classic teachers with their caring tones, yet you couldn't help but roll your eyes at that. this class was almost as unbearable as mr. ackermans sex education pep talks, who even lets the janitor hold those?
and a suspected mob boss at that.
"sorry smith, my little brother has been asking me to help him with homework lately so i've had no time to study myself."
that was of course a lie. what had really been keeping you busy was this failed execution of a plan using porco who'd actually called you pretty that morning.
in fact, had you even seen either of your two brothers all week, that was an obvious no. they were both annoying brats, which is why their existence frequently got ignored. you couldn't even remember what grade they were in, scratch that, you didn't care enough to remember what grade they were in.
"well i'm sure you can make time for studying." the man then sighs as if this was doing him an inconvenience, before taking a seat in the creaky chair once again. it makes a noise that sounds like a fart, which he completely brushes over by speaking up again, "which is why i've found you a tutor. now you'll have to study, because if i find out you're not, you'll start receiving detentions!"
you felt the world come crashing down all around, after school plans plummeting into the ground, parties being canceled due to tutoring of all things. who does he think i am? you were fuming. you wouldn't be caught dead studying.
"sir in all respect, i don't study."
"well yeah, that's obvious enough."
he almost laughed at that one, finding this matter funny for whatever reason.
"no i mean, i don't do studying."
"which is why i'm assigning you a tutor."
you gritted your teeth in nothing but annoyance. back in the day, your grades were average. passing grades, nothing flashy, but never did a class ever get failed. what would your parents think?
kick your ass, that's for sure, no need to wonder on that one. taking into consideration the high standards they held for you as not only the eldest, but the only girl, accepting this tutor was the only option.
