I Didn't Give a Shit.. Until I Met Him

I Didn't Give a Shit.. Until I Met Him (5)

'Beep Beep Beep'

Stupid Alarm. Where's the snooze button? I pressed the snooze button and took another 10 minute nap.

'Beep Beep Beep'

Shit. I only had 10 minutes to make it on time, and my school was 10 minutes away. If im late again i get detention, and i have better things to do than stay in that craphole. I put on some random pair of tights that i found and a loose t-shirt that says 'Trust No Dick' that's completely true. The teachers should all be proud of me for wearing a shirt that doesn't contain swearing. Yes, Dick isnt a swear word.

I put my hair in a messy pony tail , put my converse on and ran to my car.

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"James , you're late" Mr.B yelled.

"Buffington, I know" I retorted. He hates it when people use his full last name.

"Detention after school today" He smiled proudly at himself. Why was I even worried about detention? I can always ditch. But if you ditch 5 detentions you get suspended, i think I only ditched 4. Whatever , i'll just ditch another one. Shit, my parents will kill be if i get suspended. If I got suspended twice, i will get expelled.

Gym passed my in a blur. I walked to my locker to get the stuff I needed for math.

"So Alex" Someone said as I closed my locker, it was Derek.

"What?"

"I heard I was supposed to tutor you" He smirked. I liked it better when he didn't talk to me.

"Your supposed to , but your not going to"

He looked confused. "Why aren't I?"

"Because im not getting tutored by you"

"Alex, you need to pass"

"Derek, your not in the fucking position to tell me if i need to pass or not"

"Sorry. But I think I should tutor you"

"I think , you should leave me alone" I snapped. I walked off to math class. Who does he think he is telling me I need to pass? He honestly needs to know to mind his own business.

"Alex, come over here for a minute" Ms.Hum said after class was over. She was sitting with a laptop in front of her.

"Alex, you are getting a 32 percent in math this year. This is the fourth school you've been in just this year. You really need to get your grades up to a 70 or you will fail"

I was reconsidering the tutoring thing , but why did Derek have to be my tutor?

"Do you have a tutor in mind?" I asked. Maybe she could suggest someone else.

"Let me check" She did all this shit in the computer and found someone,

"Derek Fynn, he's one of my top students and can get you to pass"

"Great" I muttered sarcastically and walked off.

Lunch. I was walking to the canteen when someone roughly pulled me towards their hard chest. Two arms circled my waist. I looked up to see no one other than Derek Fynn himself.

"Hey Alex" He smiled. A real smile showing his dimples. Stop Alex.

"Why the fuck are you hugging me?" I asked but I felt regret. What was I regreting? He let go of me.

Why did I not want him to let go?

Why did I feel sad when he let go?

Why did I feel safe around his arms?