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"alright, so what's going on." The professor set the peace of paper with a failing grade in front of me, "you were doing good, then you just started tanking, what happened?"
It had been a week or two since Angelo basically said "fuck you." Since then, I started being lousier about things.
Basketball games, school work, everything.
It's pathetic to say, Angelo felt like something to keep me going. Every basketball game he was at, I felt stronger. Each class we share, I feel smarter.
Now that we're not friends anymore, i lost it.
"i just have a lot on my mind sir." I showed little interest in the conversation.
He let out a very heavy sigh, I could tell this teacher liked me, he just hated to show it, "look kid, whatever you got goin on, you need to push through it. you're failing the class, and you could be dropped from the team." He foreboded.
fuck my life.
"fine, i'll apply myself." I made an empty promise.
"Nah, you need more than that. You need to apply yourself, and you need a tutor." He told me.
"A tutor? Fuck?" I mugged him like he was dumb.
"You've been clearly disassociated from everything and anything for like a week and a half, you have a lot to catch up on if you want to 'apply yourself'" He quoted my words.
"Man, ion need no tutor. this a bunch of bullshit, with more bullshit on the side." I threw my hands up.
"Either get the tutor, or fail, your word." He said in a more threatening tone.
I thought to myself for a moment, part of me doesn't really care if i get dropped from the team, another part just refuses for that to happen. A tutor just makes me seem like i'm slow on all cases though. I always thought having a tutor meant you were clinically dumb.
I can't let Angelo's situation hold me back though, so I complied.
"give me a tutor," I groaned.
"Good choices, meet back here at nine, your first session starts then," He started cleaning up his desk and getting ready to walk out.
"Woah woah, nine at night?!" I asked astonished.
"Yeah, you need all the time you can get." He patted me on the shoulder with his spare arm, "your tutor will also be there, i know exactly who i'm going to assign to you as well," His thoughts were visible.
Really I thought he was the tutor, i guess it was somebody else though.
hopefully they're attractive at least.
"you're dismissed," He waved me off sassily, an annoying smile on his face as well.
Me and the professor had that teacher and student bond that was confusing, but it was accentuated that the teacher cared about the student.
