So High School

Tutoring

TW!

I had MAJOR writers block during this, so it isn't my best work :(

And I'm awake. Again. Unfortunately.

At least todays Saturday, so I only have to go to one hell today.

I turn over in my bed to grab my phone to realize I'm sitting in a pile of blood. The cuts on my arms bled through my sweatshirt. Damn it.

I change my sheets and switch my sweatshirt. I slept in today, so it's around noon. I change into a short pair of Nike Pros, because nobody is here to see me today, so I can wear what I want. I pull out my phone and scroll though TikTok.

my fyp is full of girls, all with better features than me. I know most of it is edited and pounds of makeup and filters, but it still hurts. People tell me I'm pretty, but I think it's just because they are scared of me, and don't want to make me upset. I stand up and stare in the mirror, thinking of everything I can do to look prettier.

I could stop eating for a little bit, lose some weight. Nobody wants to be with a fat girl. Wait fuck. I'm two years clean from starving myself, I can't go back.

I'm laying on my bed when I get a knock at the door. Who's coming today? I didn't invite people over, right? Sometimes I get drunk and tell people to come over, but I don't think I did that today.

Whoever is knocking is very consistent, and will not shut up for even five seconds.

Finally, I stand up and open the door to see a familiar smiley face looking at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here Lover? How'd you even find my address?" I start to shut the door on her face, but she walks in the house, still grinning ear to ear.

"Your dad signed me up to tutor you! I'm only here for the next hour, so lets get started!" She's practically skipping as she walks around the house. "Where's your room?"

Why did nobody tell me I was getting a tutor? I'm not even doing that bad in school. Maybe I'm failing most of my classes, but that's just because I didn't want to do the work. I don't need a tutor. Definitely not one that is shitting rainbows.

"Upstairs, first door on the right." I answer. She starts running up the stairs, and I drag behind her. Damn her ass looks good in those shorts. Oh my god why do I keep doing this?

We get upstairs and she pulls out a notebook with glittery stickers all across the front. "Okay so lets work on some math homework first! Your dad said you have to make up a test you missed, so I was thinking we could study for it!"

I don't really listen to anything else she says, instead I just zone out and start digging at the skin on my arms. I needed to do something, but not next to people, so maybe I can just reopen a healed scar.

As I'm digging my nails into my arms, the pain feels amazing. However I'm interrupted by the horrible sound of her voice.

"Rep, your bleeding!" Lover squeals, grabbing my arm, where my sweatshirt now has blood stains on it. She starts to pull up my sweatshirt to deal with the blood, but I yank my arm back.

"Ever heard of personal space? I just ran into my kitchen counter earlier." I roll my eyes and look down at the piece of paper lover has put under me. "This looks hard." It really looked easy, but I didn't feel like doing it. If I could act clueless, she'd just do it for me.

Instead, she smiles softly at me. "That's why I'm here! Just try this problem, and we can fix the mistakes at the end!" She hands me a pencil that you guessed it, is also pink.

"How about we do something else?" I place my hand on her thigh, and scoot closer to her. I mean she's lowkey hot, it couldn't hurt to have some fun while studying.

She starts stuttering, and her face turns red. "I, I uh don't think this is professional."

"Awe come on, you aren't going to get much studying out of me." I use my other hand to twirl with her hair.

Lover starts looking down, obviously uncomfortable. I may be a bitch, but I respect her boundaries. I scoot away from her and look back at my homework.

I'm scribbling on my paper, drawing random doodles, when Lover picks up my head and kisses me. I obviously don't resist, and we kiss for about five seconds before she pulls away, her face red.

"I'm sorry, I just uh- I'm going to go." She runs out of my room and is gone before I can find her again. Usually people are begging for more, so that's odd. But eh, she's gone and I can have some time on my own.

I lock my door and pull out my makeup compact from my bag. I can finally do some real damage. I take the broken shard and dig it into my wrist, dragging in through my arms. I do it over and over until there's no more room on my arms.

Usually, my mind is blank when I'm doing this, but I just can't stop thinking about Lover. Not the kiss, that's no big deal, I've probably kissed five people this month. But just her in general. She looked so... hot? I just want to grab a hold of her and never let go. But ew, its a random sophomore girl that gets bullied and cries at parties.

I sit back in my bed and call Midnights.

"Hey Mid, what's going on?"

"Not much, just left Nines house, what about you?"

"Just having a crisis." I say, laughing slightly.

I hear her giggle on the other side of the line. "What did you do this time?"

"I'll tell you at lunch. But you actually have to sit with us."

She starts yelling jokingly over the phone. "Your just going to leave me on this cliffhanger?"

"Yep. See you tomorrow." I hang up before she can complain.

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This ones a little bit shorter, sorry about that!

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