I'm Tutoring The Jerk Of The School...Oh Joy(ON HOLD)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Dylan’s P.O.V

I sighed as I woke up to my mom screaming at my little brother Brian. Which, in turn, turned into yelling at my older brother Luke to help her. But, I know he would pull some excuse and I would have to help. It’s how it always turns out. But, it’s not like I can say no to her. Especially to her whiny voice.

As I thought it, my door burst open, my mother holding a shirtless Brian who was pouting and crossing his arms. “Dylan! Please?! I need your help with your brother!” She whined.

I groaned and sat up, my own shirtless chest showing. My little brother is five, but he’s still as whiney as a three year old who dropped their ice cream. I stood up and took him from her arms, walking into the hall and into his room.

“Just get him dressed, sweet heart. Thank you.” my mother said, walking away from us and into the living room where she started a conversation with Luke.

I looked at Brian, who was wiggling in my arms. “It’s useless. You’re useless. Just stop for once, you brat!” I scolded him. He finally stopped moving and stared at me. I set him down and pushed him towards his closet. “Get dressed. Now.”

“Dylan! You’re no fun! You’re mean!” he wailed as he put on his shirt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. “Mommy! Dylan’s being mean!”

I got up and took him in my arms again, much to his dislike. He began wailing louder and screaming. “Shut up, you brat! I didn’t do anything to you! Now be good and let me get dressed for school!” I brought him into my room and set him on the bed. I think we both knew that when my mom handed him over to me, she wants him out of her hair for a good amount of time. Which was why Brian was screaming for her and not just running to her. Though his attempts were futile.

“You’re mean, Dylan!” he grumbled on my bed, crossing his arms, his face screwed up into a pouting face.

I laughed once I was dressed and sat on the bed with him, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “You remind me of someone.” I blurted. I didn’t know who he reminded me of, but he reminded me of someone. The name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get it.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with awe. I don’t normally treat him like a little brother because he’s normally just getting on my nerves. I think I’m going soft. I scowled again and snatched my hand away form his hair.

“I’m leaving to go to school.” I told him, pulling on a sweat shirt and pulling my back pack onto my back, leaving my room. I heard Brian’s little feet thumping on the carpet of the hallway, so I knew he was following. When I got to the front door, however, he clutched onto my pants. Considering I was at least three feet taller than him.

“Don’t go!” he wailed. “Dylan, stay here!”

“You brat, let go! I can’t stay here! I have to go to school!” I shouted.

“Dylan! Don’t talk to your brother that way!” My mom screeched, coming into view now, and picking up the little brat.

“I always talk to him that way! I’m leaving.” I left the house, slamming the door behind me, and letting out a sigh of relief when I saw Henry’s truck pull up with Ethan riding shot gun, and Sam in the back seat. I got in next to Sam, and sighed again. “You don’t know how glad I was to see you guys.”

All three of them shared of look. “Brian again?” they said simultaneously.

I nodded and leaned my head against the window. “Are all kids bipolar?”

“No, I think only Brian is. My little sister is an angel. So I think it’s just Brian. Maybe you just got unlucky.” Sam said quietly. He normally doesn’t say much. He has light brown hair, and has a thin body. He’s probably the size of that girl who’s tutoring me. Mandy, I think her name is? Yeah, I’ll go with that. It sounds right. But I couldn’t tell you her last name if my life depended on it. Sam was also really white. It was really weird seeing him next to Henry sometimes.