My Weakness

Lord, Give me Strength!

London's P.O.V

Me: Ok let's get started.

By my facial expression, I wasn't feeling it at all.

Chad: Look, you don't even have to help me if you don't want to.

Me: Oh, I'm fine! Just tired. So what is it you need help with?

(1 hour & a half later)

I don't wanna sound mean, but he needed alot of help. The tutoring session is only suppose to be from 3:45 pm to 4:45pm but I decided to stay an extra thirty minutes. I mean did he learn anything this year or any other year? He couldn't comprehend, balance chemical equations, &, to be honest, I don't even think he could even read because everytime I ask him to read something he got upset.

Chad: How did I do?

Me: Well, not so good but, I mean it's only the first session so you'll get better.

Chad: Thank you for helping me out! I know you be having other things to do.

Me: Oh, I don't mind.

Chad: Well can I buy you something to eat to thank you?

Me: Ummmmmmm, thanks but no thanks. I have to go to band practice but, since the test is in 2 weeks we will practice everyday after school from 3:45 to 5:15. Try your best not to be late.

Bankhead: Ok, cool! Can I get your number so that I can tell you if I can't make it?

Me: (Laughs) No! We see each other at school or just go to Counselor Thomas & tell her you can't make it but I'll see you later.

As I left I was in shock. After I cursed him out for asking me out, he asks for my number. I guess he'll never learn.