Mixing Paints

T H R E E

I chose Froy Gutierrez to be Mick, who's also going to be on teen wolf soon bless!

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L U N A

A sweaty and overly energized Mick rushed into Biology on Wednesday, 10 minutes late.

"What's the excuse this time Alvarez?" Mr. Kent asked him. Mr Kent was one of my favourite teachers, he was strict but passionate about his subject. I could relate in that I was in love with Biology.

When he got to the school he came to class dressed in a suit and glasses. "My name is Mr. Kent, as in Clark Kent." he ripped open his buttoned shirt in the most dramatic superhero way and underneath instead of a giant S, he had a shirt with the human anatomy on it. "Time to learn about the human body."

"I had to climb up a tree and help a lady get her cat down, sir," He answered in all seriousness and shot the teacher his signature smile.

I rolled my eyes at that since we all saw him this morning.

A few snickers were let out in the class. "Well, it sounds like quite the adventure."

"Oh it was sir," Mick excitedly replied as he plopped himself in his chair and threw his empty bag on the floor.

"Well then you can tell me all about it this afternoon in detention." The class roared in laughter and whistles at Mr. Kent's response.

Mick slouched in his seat, carefree. Not even bothered about the detention, probably because he was going to make up some excuse to ditch it.

The bell rang far too soon for my liking. Yes, I'm a complete nerd for Biology. The students fled out the door like the world's deadliest virus was just set free.

I walked up to Mr. Kent's desk to ask a question that still lingered in my mind during the lesson.

Mick attempted to leave just as fast as the others but was stopped by Mr. Kent.

"Not you Alvarez," He stated.

"You sure do appreciate my company Sir," Mick started. "I'm flattered." He touched his heart in a joking manner.

Mr. Kent neglected the jokes and went straight to his point. "Your marks last semester weren't the best. If you wish to proceed with my class Ill assign you a tutor."

Mick looked slightly alarmed at the suggestion. "I only did badly because I'm lazy and hardly pitched to class. My average was pretty good for someone who used the strength of their own common sense."

This was true. There were days, sometimes weeks where Mick would just disappear and not pitch to school.

"I have no doubt that you are an intelligent young man. Maybe you need someone to push you a bit," Mr. Kent thought to himself. "I'll think about who the tutor should be and you two can begin straight away."

Mick groaned as Mr. Kent dismissed him.

"Mr. Kent," I called out.

His eyes sparked up as an imaginary light bulb flickered over his head. "You'd make the perfect tutor for him. Thank you so much for volunteering, Luna."

"I... uh... I just want to ask-" I stammered, trying to find an excuse.

I barely knew the guy. I loved helping people but this was Mick Alvarez. I remember a time where Mick brought a tarantula to school in the 9th grade. Mick was strange. I'm a little strange too. Studying together would be strange. This is just strange.