"No way." It slipped out of my mouth. So basically, "No way, " I blurted. Almost immediately.
I was trying to avoid Jordan. How could I avoid him when I have to tutor him?
Mr. Butler shook his head. "Either that.....or you get an I.S.S."
I almost laughed. Who did this dumbass bastard think I was?
"How?" I said, with so much sass, it made Mr. Butler's smirk turn into a frown.
He cleared his throat. "Well....you're always late to my class, and your conduct is poor so there you are. Two good reasons."
I scoffed. "I would rather have a million I.S.S's than tutor him."
Mr. Butler sighed. "Fine. But, you don't want to be separated from Jenna Baker, do you?"
I froze. "What do you mean?"
He smirked as if he finally knew the secret to me tutoring Jordan. "Well, it's simple. You are going to get a schedule change. I noticed your grades were dropping so I informed the other teachers." His smirk became a full blown grin. "They agreed to this."
No fucking way. I wanted to grab Mr. Butler's neck, and wring it out.
Don't ask. Just, don't.
Instead, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. "Fine. I'll get a schedule change." To my surprise, he looked shocked. And disappointed. And confused. As if he was wondering why I agreed to his offer.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "You are such a trouble child," he grumbled before he sneezed.
I didn't say 'bless you'.
He sighed, even louder, so loudly I could hear a gasping sound at the end of it. You know, the sound you have if you're coughing too much and you push out a lot of air.
"Tell me, Sofia. Why don't you want to tutor Jordan?"
This question made me freeze. Like a cold wind passed by, because I was shivering.
"B-because," I stuttered. "I heard rumors about him.....and they were all bad.....so I don't want anything to do with him."
Mr. Butler nodded. "Hmm," he said. "But do you know why he does some of the stuff he does? Do you know if he has trouble at home or not?"
That made my mind spin. I had never thought of it like that, to be honest.
Finally, I sighed. No point in arguing in an argument you can't win.
"Fine," I said. "I'll tutor him."
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I come back home and slam the door behind me. I'm so mad, I could kill Mr. Butler! Telling me to tutor him in all subject.....moving him to all of my classes.
It's not like I was in a grade above him. We had the same level of education. He just had different periods as me.
I was surprised.
But I was mostly mad at Mr. Butler. Instead of making me tutor him in Algebra, he made me tutor him in all classes!
There goes my hope of avoiding Jordan.
And staying out of trouble.
I called in sick for both JCP and Dillards because I wasn't in the mood.
Instead, I took a hot bath, put on my most comfiest pajamas, and waited for Jason, Chloe, Mom, and Dad to come home.
Jason had football practice, which Dad skipped work to go to. And Chloe had to go to Drama Club. Mom was at a friend's.
Just as I jumped in my bed, my phone rang. Or, a notification did.
I turned on my phone and realized the notification was from Instagram.
Sliding the notification, my phone went directly to Instagram and I was surprised to see that I had three new likes and twenty comments.
All I had were three pictures on my account. Who would comment twenty times?
When I checked to see who liked my photos, I immediately recognized the username.
kvng.jordann,
Really?
I could never get rid of this guy.
I also found out that he DMed me. (Direct Messaged)
When I clicked on it, I read his text. "Hey, tutor," it read. I was mad.
me: goodammit jordan, just leave me alone!
kvng.jordann: why? bc you can't get enough of me?
me: ew no
kvng.jordann: or is it bc you're scared of me
That one made me freeze. Did he know I was scared of him.
I didn't reply. I turned my phone off and crawled under the covers.
Today was a long, long day.
