Tutor Me, Jock? {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 3

Written by lostboys_lostgirls

A T T I C U S

Today, after school, I was putting my books in my locker when Christian stopped by.

"Can I come over to your house to tutor you today?" He asked shyly.

I nodded, "Sure."

"Okay, see you there." He said and walked to the feild for practice.

I walked out to my car and drove home.

I was heading straight for my room when my aunt, Lydia, stopped me.

"Wait, is Christian coming here to tutor you?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah." I said, turning around on the stairs.

"Then y'all are going to do it down here."

"Really, Lydia. Come one, he isn't even gay."

She narrowed her eyes at me and nodded, leting my know that I could go up there but before I got all the way up she asked one more question, "Are you sure he isn't gay?"

"No." I muttered as I walked into my room.

***

When the door bell rang, I was still in my room and Lydia answered it.

A minute later there was a knock on my door. I got up and let Christian in.

I let him sit down at my desk and I pulled up another chair.

He pulled out his notes and turned to me, "Can I see how far you've gotten with your notes?"

I pulled out my journal and smiled, it was full but not of notes.

I set it on the desk and his eyes widened, "Have you been taking notes?"

I laughed, "No." I said and opened the book, revealing all the little doodles.

He looked at me and laughed, "Never mind. You might want to use a new journal for these notes." He pulled out an empty journal from his back pack and handed it to me, "Here, use this and you can start copying down the first lesson while I explain."

I sighed, "Do I really have to copy all these notes?"

"Not all of them today but eventually you will have as many notes as I do."

I sighed again but opened the journal and began copying the notes as he explained them.

About an hour later I had about ten pages of notes and I actually understood what he was talking about.

As he was putting up his notes and he grabbed my journal full of doodles, "Can I look through it?" He asked.

I nodded, forgetting that in the middle of my journal I had depressing, morbid sketches because of my parents death.

And I just so happened go remember as he looked at them.

I snatched my journal away and he looked at me with sympathy, "I-I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I was in a dark place after my parents died." I said lightly, trying to keep my tears in. I didn't look at him, I looked down.

"I shouldn't have asked to look." He said.

I closed my eyes and looked up, "It's fine. I'm okay." I finally opened my eyes and he looked at me with simpathy and... understanding?

But as soon as I saw that hint of understanding it was gone and so was he.

"Um, I should go. Bye Atticus, see you later." He said and walked out the door.

I thought about going after him but I let it go, I didn't want to go into his personal life, just like I didn't really want him in mine.

I sighed and I walked down stairs. Lydia was sitting on the couch, reading.

"Hey, how did tutoring go?" She asked, closing her book.

"Good, I've already got the first lessons notes copied down."

"That's good, do you actually understand it?" She raised her eyebrows.

The corner of my lip raised, "Actually, yeah. I do understand."

"Good, did you tell him that you wouldn't be able to do tomorrow because of therapy?" She asked.

"No, I forgot, I will just tell him tomorrow at school."

"Okay." She said, opening her book, symbolizing the end of our conversation.

I sat down beside her and reached for the remote. Before I could grab it Lydia grabbed my hand, took in a breath and slowly set down her book.

I gave her a confused look, "What are you doing?"

She sighed, "I saw Christian run out of the house, what happened? Every time I think of something it ends up with you doing something I really hope you didn't."

My mouth fell open, "Lydia, really?!" I asked yanking my hand away from her.

"Well then please, just tell me why he ran out." She looked me dead in the eyes.

I looked away, if I told her why he really left then that would mean I would have to show her the drawings and if I showed them to her then that would mean I would have to show them to my therapist and then that would raise a lot of eyebrows.

I sighed, "In my 'english journal' I just have a bunch of drawings and right after my parents died, the drawings got a little morbid and Christian saw them."

"So he ran out becuase he thought you were crazy?" She sounded border line arngry.

"No he ran out because I saw him look at me with... I don't know, it was like this understanding. Like he understood that dark time that I went through."

"Let me see those drawings Atticus." She said sternly.

I sighed and walked up to my room. I got my journal and walked down and gave it to her.

She flipped to the drawings and I saw tears come to her eyes, "Atticus, sweet heart, you need to show these to Sean (my therapist)."

I sighed and didn't realize tears had fallen from my eyes until they reached my lips.

"Why would you draw these?" She asked.

The things I had drawn consisted of many things. I drew about my own death, which is what Christian saw. But I also drew about my parents death.

"My mind was in a dark place when they died and you know it. This was the only way I could cope the pain." I cried.

She set the journal down and wrapped her arms around me, "I know Atticus, I know. But why didn't you tell me about the drawings?"

"They were mine, I didn't want anyone to see them."

"Then how did Christian see them?"

"I forgot about them until he looked throught them."

"Okay, but you are going to tell Sean all of this tomorrow. Promise."

I nodded, "Okay."

She let out another sob as she walked up the stairs to her room.

I knew this was hard on her, it had always been hard for her to raise me on her own. But I was always good for her. I never wanted to make her upset, she was too sweet to make cry.

I fell on the couch and soon my eyes got heavy and sleep took over.