Tutor Me, Jock? {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 5

Written by lostboys_lostgirls :)

A T T I C U S

I sat in Sean's office, waiting for him to show up. My journal sat in my hand.

Just then Sean walked in. "How are you doing Atticus?"

"Good."

"That's great." He said sitting down across from me, "Is that the journal that had the drawings?" He asked.

I nodded and handed it to him. He flipped trough it and stopped on the morbid drawings, slowly flipping through, studying each one.

"These were drawn around the time of your parents death, correct?"

"Yes."

"These drawings are because of their rejecting your sexuality."

I nodded. Only he knew that my parents didn't except my sexuality. They wrote me a letter about a week before they died. It said that they didn't aprove of my sexuality and they would get me help when they got home.

They said they would get me help. Like I had some kind of disease. I was angry, hurt and shocked. I really thought they wouldn't react like that. But what made my emotions ten times worse was their death. As if things couldn't have gotten worse.

"Your aunt was telling me your tutor saw these. Who was it?"

"Christian Anderson."

"Your crush?" Seans eyes widened slightly and I nodded, "He is you tutor?" I nodded again and he nodded.

"What did he do after he saw the drawings?"

"H-he looked at me with sympathy and..." should I tell him? If I told Sean would he be interested in Christian's understanding?

"And what Atticus, I need to know."

"Understanding?" I said.

"He looked at you like he understood what you were going through?"

"Yeah."

He nodded and jotted that down in a notepad.

"Can you tell Christian that I would like to see him? No charge."

My mouth fell open, this was just what I was afraid of, "No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want him involved in my problems."

"First off, he became involved as soon as he saw those drawings. Second, I don't want to talk to him about you. I want to talk to him about his life."

"Oh. I guess I will tell him about it but I'm not going to make him come."

Sean nodded, "Fair enough."

Sean handed me my journal, "These drawings, although morbid, are well drawn. I'm not to worried about the drawings as you seem to be doing a lot better than when you first showed up in my office. I understand that these drawings were just your way of coping. But if you ever do this again, you need to tell someone. Whether that person be me, Lydia, Christian, it doesn't matter, what matters is that someone knows how you are really feeling."

I was a little surprise Sean didn't make a bigger deal about it but I was extremely greatful that he understood the reasons behind my drawings.

"Okay. Thanks."

"No problem. I'll see you later Atticus." He smiled.

I smiled slightly and walked out. Lydia was waiting in the parking lot.

"How did it go?" She asked.

"Good."

"Good." She replied simply, not pushing it any further as she drove us home. I could tell that she wanted to know what he said about the drawings but she knew that I didn't have to tell her if I didn't want to.

***

The next day at school I ran into Christian, "Hey, I'm sorry for running out of your house like that."

"It's fine." I said.

"How was therapy yesterday?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Good. Speaking of therapy, my therapist would like to see you. It's free he just wants to talk to you." I said handing him a card.

He didn't say anything and I quickly added, "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, no. It's fine, thank you." He said, "See you after school?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." And with that he walked off to his next class. I did the same, my next class happened to be English and as soon as I walked in Mr. Green began asking me questions about tutoring.

"Christian told me how far you got on your notes. But you didn't meet up yesterday, correct?"

"Yes."

"You are meeting up today?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you may have a seat."

I sat down and pulled out my 'journal' and began drawing. Today I was drawing a rose. I didn't know why but I was. When I finished I looked at it and it didn't look that bad.

I flipped the page and drew tiny things until it was time to leave.

When the bell rang we all filled out of the classroom, ready to go home.

I stopped by my locker to put my unwanted textbooks away and I just so happened to get a visit from none other than Jesse.

"How's it going fag?" I heard him say and a heard a few chuckles along with him.

This wasn't good, Jesse had his 'friends' with him. And when they were together they were horrible.

I close my locker and headed for the doors, I really didn't want to mess with them today.

"Where you going Harp?" Jesse questioned.

I didn't answer, I just walked through the double doors. Once I made it out I turned around to see if they had followed me.

Luckily they didn't. But as I turned around I ran into someone.

"Ugh." I said as I fell backwards onto the stairs. My butt landing first on the concrete.

I looked up and saw Christian's wide eyes.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

I don't know why but I just started laughing. And soon Christian did too.

Finally I used the railing to stand back up and I nodded, "I'm fine."

"Good, I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"I wasn't either." I smiled.

"I'll see you after practice." He said and walked into the school as I walked to my car.

I started my car amd headed home.