There he was. The bad boy. The fuckboy. The heart breaker with a thousand tattoos.
I tripped while walking and fell on top of him. How stupid can you be? Plus he's like 6 inches taller? He stared at me.
I blinked a bit before I stood up quickly and walked away.
"Thanks for the help" he called out. I shook my head walking away.
"Kylee" She shakes her head and sighs.
"You're okay. I thought he would have killed you." I laugh a bit.
"That's not possible." she smiles and we go to class.
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"Hemmings! I'm getting you a tutor. You are failing 3 classes and I won't have that! You're tutor will be Kylee Johnson." Jensen (out teacher) says. He groans and Kylee stands up immediately.
"I refuse to work with him! I need to keep my grades up and tutoring him won't help!" the teachers nods with an annoyed look.
"The only other person able to do it is.... Alexis." My he's drops as she says my name.
"Excuse me?" she shrugs and nods. I make eye contact with Kylee then Luke and groan loudly.
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I slam my locker shut and roll my eyes. I have had the worst day and now it's finally over. But one thing to make it worse I HAVE to meet up with Little Dick, Luke, for tutoring in an hour.
I angrily walked out to my bike and quickly went home.
Once I reached my house I ran to my room and cleaned up. I threw on some joggers and a blink-182 t-shirt and threw myself on my bed.
"Alex!" I slowly climb out of bed and down the hall and stop dead in my tracks at the top of the stairs.
He's here.
"You're tutoring him?" my mom asked. I nodded slowly and she sent him up. He was wearing a sweatshirt that covered all his tattoos. I kept my face emotionless as I guided him to my room.
"You actually think you're going to tutor me?" he asks after I shut my door.
I roll my eyes.
"Shut up. This is my house. You speak to me nicely here or fail and repeat junior year til you're 50. If I want to tutor you I'll actually try. But the more you disrespect me the more you fail. No one will like you or wanna fuck you If you are repeating a grade 30 times. So shut up and be nice." I snapped.
He looked taken back, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.
"What? Not used to people not being afraid of you? Guess what! I don't know you. I don't care about you. You fuck anything that walks and I don't want to be anywhere near your dumbass. But if I don't tutor you I fail. I can't fail. So feel with this." I snap again. He nods, closing his mouth.
I grumble random things as I walk to my bed. I push him off and sit down.
"Oh number one rule. Don't touch my personal stuff or go on my bed." I say nicer. He slowly moves his backpack and I move the book in front of me.
"What do you need help with?" I ask looking at him.
He was silent and it was pissing me off.
"Speak Hemmings! I didn't say you couldn't speak!" I groan. I was very harsh on him but I personally didn't care much.
He sits by my bed and starts pointing out what he doesn't understand. He was acting like a normal person for oncne.
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"Bye Little Dick" we were outside my house.
"Bitch face" he flips me off and walks away. I roll my eyes and go back to my room.
That was the worst 2 hours of my life.
