The Girl Behind The Screen

Chapter Eight: Aren't You Just Full of Surprises

"Some people don't realize what they have until it's gone, but that doesn't mean they are supposed to get it back."
- Stephan Labossiere

Song Suggestion: Faded - Alan Walker

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You know that feeling of regret when you rethink how a conversation could have went. Well I am feeling that now. There were so many excuses I could have given Miss Finch but no, my stupid mouth has to speak before my mind could process everything. "You can't just stay angry with him forever. Soon you will accept it. He used you," Ethan told me, leaning against my doorframe. Easy for him to say, he doesn't go through the social problems I do.

"Shut up," I grumble. It was a Thursday afternoon and William was coming over for tutoring. Ethan is the epitome of annoying. I'm well aware I was used but Ethan just had to rub it in my face. Why should I have to help William achieve a better grade when he does not deserve it!? Ugh, I am so frustrated.

"Dearest sister, someone is at the door," Ethan beams at me. "Tell him I died and to never come back or my spirit will haunt him," I mutter.

"Now, now sister, it's not polite to lie," Ethan tuts at me. I roll my eyes at his behavior and lie my head on my desk. Waiting. Someone knocks on my door. "Come in," I said.

"Where do I sit?" The voice asks. Wow, they actually sound polite. But then I remember what they did to me and scowl.

"Sit in my chair and I'll get one," I state. I drag another chair and sit next to him - not close though. William takes out a Star Wars notebook and two pens - a black and blue.

"Okay, so there are thirteen major branches of psychology. Since school just started we are still on the first one. Miss Finch says you're already failing and we've only done two activities, so I'm going to tutor you on this section until you know it on your fingertips," I told William.

He headed a blank piece of paper in his notebook 'Psychology' and looked at me, indicating I can start. "Okay, so do you know what social psychology is?" I ask William, trying to be polite. "No," he replies nonchalantly.

Ugh. Does he even listen in class!? Probably no, that explains why he's failing.

"Write down what I say," I command him. He positions his pen in a ready to write position and I continue, "Social psychology is the branch that deals with social interactions. It includes the effects on individuals and their origins."

After writing down what I stated he looks at me wide-eyed, "How do you know all this without looking at the textbook?" He asks, shock evident in his voice.

"I take a strong liking to psychology," I deadpan. William simply nods and waits for me to continue.

"What do you know?" I asked him, expecting William to at least say something smart. But one can only hope.

"Nothing, I don't listen in that class," he told me.

I gawked at him, "What! But it's so interesting. Why did you even take it as an elective?"

"It was either this or Theology. I am not taking Theology," he tells me, his tone firm.

"So the section we are doing at the moment basically deals with bullying. Miss Finch is definitely going to ask us questions relating to bullying in our test next week. How it affects the brain and especially the bystander effect," I tell William, he nods, taking in all the information.