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angry teachers and bad grades

I pushed the air from my lungs in an attempt to blow the strand of hair, which was currently resting across my nose, off of my face. Drumming my fingers along the edge of my mattress, I sighed one last time before dragging myself out of bed.

Ever since yesterday, I had spent my time stressing about having to confront the new boy (who's name turned out to be Hudson). Although I was irritated with him, I had to admit his name suited him well. I thought about how to apologize to him while I brushed, well more like aggressively tugged a brush through my unruly and untamed hair.
"I'm leaving for work," yelled my mother in her frustratingly high pitched voice.

I didn't bother responding, knowing that she was already out the door by now and I wouldn't hear from her until 11 or so tonight. My parents weren't really there too much which was probably a good thing seeing as their relationship was faker than movie theater butter. It was common knowledge that my mother was sleeping with her boss and my dad was with a different girl everyday, but hey I guess that's love.
Slowly and grumpily, I trudged across the perfectly frozen ground towards the school.

I was not in any way looking forward to school today for three reasons:
1. It's school (no explanation necessary).
2. I hated the thought of having to apologize to Hudson.
3. I was failing math and chemistry and my teacher was threatening to call my parents if I didn't find myself a tutor.

I pushed my now well-combed hair out of my face, before walking into the warmth of the thankfully well-heated school. I groaned realizing I was late for the fifth time this month, which would most likely result in a detention. It's not my fault that I had to walk to school and its inhumane for them to expect me to wake up any earlier than I already do.

"Ms. Lydia," the attendance lady addressed me curtly.

God, I hated it when old people did that. Like, excuse me but, no. If you're going to say "ms", use my last name. Dear lord.

"I presume you slept in again," she continued.

"Well actually, Barbara" I replied with annoyance, "teenagers are supposed to get at least ten hours of sleep. So no, I actually under slept."

I heard a soft chuckle behind me and I swung around ready to fight whoever dared to make fun of my argument, but instead I was faced with one very attractive Hudson. Recognizing my face, he immediately put on a more serious expression and glared at me before stating,

"You."

"Oh," I muttered quietly, not quite sure how to respond to that comment.

"Oh, perfect,"  said Ms. Walnut (our principal from Hell).
"Lydia, why don't you show Hudson around? I'm sure you have a few classes together."

She then handed me Hudson's schedule and sure enough, the first half of his day was identical to mine. I gave Hudson a weak smile before starting out the door and towards first period math: the absolute worst class ever.

"Where are we going?" asked Hudson, in a voice that perfectly captured the misery I was feeling.

"Math," I muttered grumpily, swinging open the door to class.

I walked in quickly and straight to my seat. No one usually notices me slipping in late. Well- let me rephrase that: no one cares about me coming in late, so it really isn't a big deal. The thing is I'm not noticed too often. I'm mean, sure, I have friends and all, but in general, I'm just ordinary, and ordinary people don't get noticed.

However, Hudson was anything but ordinary and as his unfamiliar face entered the room, the class quickly erupted into a pit of people whispering about the new boy. He looked slightly taken aback, almost as if he wasn't used to be noticed, which was dumb. Besides the fact that his attitude was a little shitty, how could you not notice someone that beautiful?

After what seemed like hours, the class finally calmed down and I was relieved to find that we had only two minutes left. Unfortunately, I would be suffering through chemistry next. But after a good 45 minutes of personal Hell, chemistry was over.

"Lydia and new kid- stay after class," Mr. Jones barked, earning an over dramatic sigh from me.

As class let out, I slowly walked up to his desk, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible.

"New kid- your test scores from your last school were horrible," Mr. Jones stated with an enthusiastic voice. I always knew this guy fed off of children's unhappiness. Hudson shrugged in response, watching shamefully as Jones pulls out a file of what were probably tests, with grades most likely ranging from D to F stamped on the papers.

"You are really behind. Your comprehension of this subject and pretty much every subject is obviously not there at all. It looks like you don't care but I'm not one to judge..." Mr. Jones rambled on with a condescending tone and a sickly, sadistic smile plastered to his unshaven face.  He looked like a child molester and for a second I feared for my safety. But, I kept my mouth shut. I'd learned in the past talking only causes more trouble, so I sat there silently as he ridiculed Hudson's grades. But soon I got impatient as the time until the next class was winding down.

"Mr. Jones...did you need me for something?" I interrupt, raising my hand awkwardly.

"Oh, you,"  Mr. Jones replied, looking in my direction as if he had completely forgotten about me.

"Your grades are phenomenal. Best in this class. It makes me hate you less actually..." He praised me. I watched as Hudson rolled his eyes in disgust. I took a deep breath and muttered a small "thanks, I guess."

"The point here is that I need you to help this kid get caught up. You know everything and he knows nothing, so hopefully it will work out. Just a tutoring session when ever you can for the next few weeks. Lydia, you will get service hours but Hudson will have to log his progress with certain tests that I will supply you. This means that you actually have to do it because I will know if you don't," Mr. Jones explained quickly. This wasn't a question, it was an order. I felt my jaw slowly drop. Hudson crossed his arms and he looked pissed to say the least.

"I guess I could do that. If it's okay with Hudson," I said before I could stop myself. I earned a glare in response, which was a clear enough answer for me.

"Good. He needs to pass the final or he'll have to retake this class," Mr. Jones said to me. I heard Hudson huff with annoyance as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Good luck with that. I'm not gonna be at this school for more than a month," he mumbled in a sarcastic whisper. I took a deep frustrated breath and just pressed my lips together to form some kind of smile.

"How's after school sound? At your house?" I offered cheerfully.

"It's not my house," he said, keeping his beautiful eyes on the floor and spinning on his heel before storming out of the classroom.

"Good luck!" Mr. Jones exclaimed sarcastically and I just discreetly rolled my eyes before stomping