Turmoil BoyxBoy One-shots

The over analyzing tutor

     

     Why does everything always have to be like this? Why can't my life ever go as planned?

"James, are you even listening to me? ....You are currently failing my class. I am assigning you a tutor. He will be meeting you on Monday's, wednesday's and friday's after school. No buts. If you do not comply, I will be failing you. I know your a good student James, but you have to try alittle bit harder." Mr. rodrigo my english teacher implied.

" You can't do that. I have plans after school."

"Unless you want to fail my class, you will be showing up to those tutoring sessions."

   This is complete bullshit. If he would actually teach I wouldn't have this problem with failing. I actually try my best in all my classes. I may be labled as the bad boy in this school, but I actually care about my school work.

    What amazes me, is that Mr. Rodrigo's class is the only class I'm failing. I do not find that to be a coincidence. He cannot teach. Pathetic piece of shit.

    What am I suppose to do now? Everyday after school I go down to the raceway and compete in motorbike races. Now I can't do that because I am going to be stuck with some tutor. Well, I love my life.

    I picked my shit up and walked out of his door with a 'whatever'. He has officially just made me lose all respect for him. And now I am currently running late for my first race at four. Running down the hallway, I knocked into someone.

"Oh. Dude, I am so sorry. Let me help you." There goes being some what on time to my race. I'm not a complete douche, well maybe, just a little but that is only to people I don't like.

"It's okay, it wasn't completly your fault. I'm sorta running late for practice." He said. I took this time to look at him. He was barely my height, maybe like 5'11. He was lean and had shaggy black hair. He had piercing emerald eyes and a bruise on his right eye. He also had on the swim teams uniform. I guess that is what he is late for.

"Holy shit, your James McFaw." He said with a look of realization.

" Yes that would be me. Uh..what happened to your eye?" I asked.

"Uh......nothing....gotta go." Well that was definitly weird. He seemed all hesitant. And then he ran off.

"Hey! Wait...What's your name?" I never got the answer to my question, he was already gone and I was way late for my race. I will just call in and hit home early today.

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Shoot. I am so dead for being late. This is my second time  late to swimming practice. I love swimming, but I hate the team. They treat me like shit.

Although, I think it is because I am the best person on the team. But you could never be too sure. I just wish it would stop. It's like every fucking day and it's annoying. I try not to let what they say affect me, but sometimes you can't help but listen.

I wish I could be alot like James McFaw. He doesn't care what people say and he does what he wants. I've heard rumors about him, but I never listen to them. What goes around in this school is probably never true.

I'm late to swimming practice because I had to stop at the english department for the slip I would need to get the new person I am turtoring.

I hope the person I have to tutor this time is not a arrogant jerk who spends most of our tutoring time making fun of me instead of actually learning the things that I have to teach.

" If your going to continue to be late, I will have to let you step down from being anchor and give the posistion to someone else." Coach Hines of the swimming team said as I walked into the pool area.

Wow I have only been late twice and I get the bullshit talk. He can't make me step down from anchor because I'm the best that he's got. I'm not trying to be cocky or anything but I really am the best.

"Okay. I won't be late again. I had to get the tutoring slip for the student I will be tutoring." I said as I stripped. I wore my speedo under my clothes just in case I was late. I was a good thinker.

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I am dead beat tired. The people on my team decided to be dipshits and mess around, so the coach kept us until nine. Then my so called team mates had the nerve to blame it on me and my lateness. That is some utter bullshit. I just want to go home do my homework and sleep. That's all I could ever ask for.

On my way home, I stopped by the corner store and picked up two cans of red-bull. I was starting to fall asleep and I had another 15 minute ride home. This was the first time I attempted something like this, but then again this would have never happened if those fuckers hadn't fooled around and prolonged practice.

"Stay focused darren, stay focused. Only a little more to go."

I said a little prayer to my lord and saviour, when I saw my house in the distance. I drove my car up the drive way and turned of the ignition.

Everyone seemed to be asleep, no lights on and no tv blaring news like usual. Awesome. Just fan-fucking-tastic.

Living with my aunt and uncle hasn't been the most wonderful of times, but they are all I have got so beggers can't be chosers. Although I will say they are absolutely useless. The house is never clean, unless I do it, and they live off welfare. None of these people own a job.

The house never has food unless I buy it and I have the smallest room in the house. Put it this was, if these people were 20 years younger, I would feel like I was living in a frat house. Sometimes I think That I am too nice.

My bedroom door was open and things were out of place. I would know because I always kept my room tidy. Well they didn't find anything because I ain't got shit.

I sat on the edge of my bed comtemplating if I should clean it or not. Before I knew it I was knocked out.

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To my fans, I have neglected you all by not updating. So I am now going to come up with an excuse. I just want to say Here's another story and sorry for the inconvience. I'll try to update more often.