Sex God and the Spanish Punk

School and Tutors

"Cj! Cj! Get up we have school! C'mon!" I shook Cj awake and she rolled over and off the bed. "Get up! We're gonna be late!" I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other side of her bed. I took her bag off the post of her bed and hung it on her shoulder. Cj and I hadn't been at school in two weeks and had a ton of work to catch up on. Our information in the school system was set up with our house phone and since we were the only ones here, we ignore the numerous calls from the school and let them go to voicemail.

Cj groaned at me again and I dragged her out of her room in her Gryffindor robe. I shoved a muffin into her bag and poured some water in her face. She screamed a flung her hands up. "What the hell Brad?!"

"You wouldn't get up!"

"Fuck you man I just straightened my hair!"

I rolled my eyes and we ran out to the car. After a couple of rock, paper, scissor games I ended up driving and we sped to school. Cj and I went our separate ways since we were already late. I slowly opened the door to my english class and slid in discreetly.

"Miss Bianchi it's lovely to have you back," my teacher said sarcastically as I sat down.

"Whatever," I snapped back.

"See me after class."

I throw my head back annoyed and open my laptop. I scroll through twitter and youtube for the next hour and a half missing everything we went over in class. I started thinking about Calum and his little smile and his little cheeks and his little laugh. I get so carried away I don't hear my teacher dissmiss the class. She comes over to my desk and snaps in my face a few times.

"Miss Bianchi can you hear me?" she asks.

"Huh? Oh yea wats up?" I answer.

"Well you haven't been in school for at least 2 weeks and you have an extreme amount of homework to catch up on."

"Ok?"

"So I'm gonna set you up with a tutor because, not to be rude or offending in anyway, but I have no confidence that you will get this done on your own."

"Ok whatever." I snap, rolling my eyes.

"Your tutor's name is Patty, I'll have him meet you in your 3rd period study hall."

I grab my bag and push in my chair without answering. I shove the door open and look for Cj to go to lunch. I push aside my furiousness at the fact that my teacher has 0 confidence in my and look for my locker. When I turn the corner, Cj is already leaning against my locker. As if the words "I'm pissed" are on my forehead, she immediately asks me whats wrong.

"That stupid english teacher set me up with some tutor named Patty to help me get my homework done?" I groaned.

"You got Patty?! Lucky, Mr. Johns put me with a random math nerd!" She replied, equally as annoyed. I put my books away and we walked down the hall.

"At least you got someone you know is smart, who's Patty?"

"Basically he thinks he's the hottest thing alive and will probably try to get in your pants, but he's really smart."

I groaned. I hate guys who think they can literally do anything they want just because a few people think they're hot. That old english teacher probably did this on purpose. She's trying to take me as far as I can go until I snap and quit school.

"Great." I said sarcastically.

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Right after lunch I had study hall in the tech room and this is where Patty was told to meet me. The anticipation to see this jerk was building by the minute. I sat back in my chair and put in my earphones and a random song from spotify came on. Since I was the only one in the tech room, I started singing along.

"Thats a beautiful voice you've got there but its not english related so I'm going to have to ask you to stop," I heard someone say from the door.

In the doorway stood a tall boy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had a nose piercing and was wearing a Bring Me the Horizon beanie. He was dressed in all black down to his ripped skinny jeans a leather boots.

"Oh god." I groaned.

"Oh c'mon, I just walked in at least give me a chance to get you to hate me."

"Whatever."

"This isn't gonna work if you don't at least try."

I stuffed my earphones in my bag and walked towards the door pushing it open. "Oh well I guess this isn't gonna work it was fun and I appreciate the effort but we'll just have to tell the english teacher it didn't work out. Bye!"

"If you don't get this work done then your gonna fail english for the semester and that brings your GPA really low."

"Ok?"

"So if you wanna get in to your fancy college NYU then you better get your grades up."

I slammed the door and turned on my heel, walking back to Patty and standing inches away from him. He smirks at me while I frown. "We will study at your house every other day and if you not tell anyone you tutor me or even try to talk to me outside of your house I will find you and cut off your balls."

Patty put up his hands in surrender," Ok fiesty one, Patty Walters is at your service, but if were gonna do this you might wanna show up at my house in something less...gothic."

I flipped him off and strutted towards the door. Before I went through the door, I stopped and turned towards Patty one more time. " And just because you have a fancy life and can do whatever you want when we leave school doesn't mean you have to rub it in everyone else's face."

I slammed the door behind me running to my locker. I might've over reacted but I can't deal with snobby kids anymore. Its not my fault I can barely afford this school and I'm barely smart enough to pass one class. If my parents were around they would probably put me in a different school where I don't have to deal with these prep kids and where I actually have a chance of succeeding. I pressed my back against the wall next to the door and sunk down and stretched my legs across the floor. My cheeks heated up and my throat got tight. Tears burned down my cheeks as I thought about my parents. My tears were hot as the slid down my face feeling as if they were burning me. I wiped my cheeks and ran to the bathroom. When I turned on the lights and looked in the mirror I had dark burn marks down my face.