*for those who read the other, it's the same thing but better ✨, I'm re-writing the story, things that were canon before may not be anymore, I'm still bad at writing but better than b4 bc then I was 9th grade*
Btw I know barely anything 'bout sports...
When I enter my 2nd pd I see Jack standing by the teacher's desk. The teacher waved me over and told me that Jack would be tutoring me because I had a 15 in his class. In my defense math is hard. But I'm harder. Not right now obv. But 😏 yk.
I step out of the room with Jack for a moment and get his number. Then the teacher gave him a pass since the late bell had rung. Jack had seemed nervous the whole interaction. He's such a fucking weirdo.
I walk back into the classroom and the teacher hands me two pieces of paper. A homework sheet... and a mother fucking test sheet. Somebody kill me. I walk over to my seat looking at the test. I run my hand through my hair. Then I write my name the date and the period on the sheet.
After forty-five long ass minutes, the bell rings I turn in the test and leave the room with my friends "That test was hard" said Markus, "I wanted to tear my hair out, the hardest problem was probably the word problem" agreed Sam. "There was a word problem?" I ask. Markus nods "Yeah it was in the back"
It was... WHERE? There was a back!? I so failed that test. "Well, then I already know I failed. Anyway, we can't hurt Jack for the time being. Since he is now going to be tutoring me and if he's hurt he can't help me with math." I say as we walk to history class.
Sam crosses his arms and groans. "Chill dude it's only while he is tutoring me" As I say that we enter the class. Julia was already there waiting for us.
✨After school✨
I had been home for at least an hour when I remembered I had to text Jack. I take my phone out and go to his contact. I say hey and wait for him to respond. "Who this?" he replies. "Tom, anyways what day (s) you free to tutor me?" I text. After a minute he replied "I'm free every day unless stated otherwise by my parents"
"Ok, so could you do today?" I ask. "Sure, let me go ask my parents first tho." Why does he need his parents' permission to go somewhere? That's kinda stupid.
I was currently lying down on my bed staring at my phone waiting for him to reply. While I waited I decided to go on Instagram and take a photo and post it. I was shirtless and also made sure my arms could hardly be seen. (how he was lying down ⬇️)
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I then scroll through my reels it has been like 30 minutes now and still no reply from Jack. I then remembered I never sent him my address so he could come over. I go back to messages and type out a message "I just realized I never sent you my address for if your parents allowed you to go out."
I see the bubbles show up. "No need, I'm here 😌. Could you come open the door btw I'm scared to ring the doorbell," he says.
Huh. The fuck does he mean he's here. How the fuck did he get my address... I get up from my bed and walk over to my drawer, I pull out some fingerless gloves that were long enough to reach my elbow. They didn't cover my whole arm but they covered enough.
I exit my room and go to the front door. I open the door and there he is he's here. Seriously how did he get my address? He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants he was carrying his bag and had his round glasses he really looks like a nerd. A depressed nerd... but a nerd.
He had a faint blush on his cheeks his eyes began to wander. I let him in and led him to my room.
"So what should we get started with?" he asks standing awkwardly. "Um... let's start with the material covered in the homework he had the audacity to assign today," I say walking to where my bag was opening it and taking out the homework paper.
I walk back to where Jack was and take a seat on the floor. He takes out his finished homework. He really is a nerd. "So... what exactly don't you get?" he asks grabbing a pencil from his bag. "All of it."
He gave me a look that said "How stupid are you" but his expression quickly changed and he sighed. "We have a lot to work on then" he mumbles. He begins to teach me how to solve the problems.
I don't think I've said this enough but, I FUCKING HATE MATH!
I couldn't help but notice Jack kept glancing at me. I can't blame him tho I know I'm ✨irresistible✨.
After working on the first homework we moved to another one that was due at the beginning of the year he taught me how to do one problem and then made me do the rest on my own. After I finish with the paper I give it to him and he takes out a red pen and grades my work he puts a red line over the ones I got wrong. I give up on math.
My grandma comes in with a tray. It had a plate of freshly made cookies and a pitcher of juice. "I thought you boys might have gotten hungry since you've been studying for an hour so I brought some snacks," said my grandma.
As she walked over she tripped on god knows what. The pitcher of juice fell on Jack drenching him. I burst out laughing getting up and walking over to help my grandma up. "Stop laughing at that boy" demanded my grandma hitting the back of my head. Which immediately shut me up. I take a step back from my grandmother crossing my arms.
"Tom find him some clothes that'll for from your closet." says my grandmother I roll my eyes "Why does he have to borrow my clothes? I don't need some loser wearing my clothes." I say.
My grandma glares at me "Stop being a spoiled brat and listen to me unless you wanna be grounded." my grandmother snapped at me. I sigh in defeat. My grandma leaves my room taking the tray and the stuff that was on it with her.
I walk over to my closet and start looking through what I have at the corner of my eye I see Jack hesitantly taking his hoodie off... oh.
I turn to him my expression stoic. "So, I assume you want something long-sleeved?" I say cat hing him off guard. He hid his arms behind his back. But it was too late I already saw the red lines on his arms. Was that what he was doing in the bathroom this morning? He also has some brown lines so recent but not today, and he has some scars as well.
He nods slowly nods avoiding eye contact. "Yeah," he says sheepishly. I take a hoodie out of my closet and toss it at him. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone about you cutting yourself. I know what it's like."
I walk over to the door of my room. "For pants, I am one hundred percent sure nothing in my closet will fit you. But there are some old pants in the attic. What's your size?"
After he tells me his size I go to the attic, my least favorite place in the house. I better not see one of those 8 legged creatures.
After some time I come back into my room and toss him some pants "Here these should fit you" I turn around while he finishes changing. Once he was done I turned around he was putting away his clothes into his bag.
"I know it's annoying but I have to ask, why do you cut yourself? Like I know it's hard to explain trust me I've had to explain before so I know." I ask him.
"Wait you have had to explain? Do you cut yourself?" he asks. I sigh "No I don't I used to tho. Not the point tho, answer my question."
"Well..." he starts. "Maybe it's because of the abuse I endure at home, maybe it's cause I get bullied, maybe it's just because I feel so worthless all the time that my brain has convinced me I deserve to bleed. Maybe it's because I hate myself and feel like everyone else should and does too especially my friends, maybe it's all 4." he puts away the rest of his stuff and gets up. "I think we're done with tutoring for today... do you want the hoodie back tomorrow?" he asks I shake my head, running my hand through my hair. "No, keep it..." Well, then this conversation has given me a whole lot to think about.
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Sorry for not posting last weekend if a school week is 4 days I'll probably not end the chapter in time. Enjoy this chapter. IDK if there will be one next weekend 🤷♀️
