{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

thirty'one

Three days ago, Wes and I made this bet about how Wes wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut for two days. He lost after just one day.

Don't ask me why we made the bet, it was something to do and we were bored.

Also, don't even go as far as to ask why if he lost, he had to watch one of my tutoring sessions. Again, I blame the boredom.

The boredom had completely taken over our brains, leaving us with un-imaginative amoebas to use.

"Parker!" I heard Nichols shout and I groaned.

I tell you, that guy is going to be a drill sergeant one day, judging by the way that he ALWAYS seems to make my Sports tutoring sessions, painful. He also has a very loud voice when he shouts too.

At least I don't have World History tutoring sessions with him anymore. The less time spent with Nichols, the better in my book.

"What?" I groaned, turning around to face him.

"No need to look so happy upon my arrival. I know you love me." he smirked.

Oh, now I remember why.

I need support in my sessions. Also, someone to restrain me from leaping and tearing this guy's voice box out.

"What torture is it this time, loser?" I folded my arms across my chest, my eyes closed and ready for whatever he had to lay upon me next…

"Thirty sit-ups if you please, Miss Parker." he commanded and I opened my eyes, jaw dropping open in disbelief.

I shook my head at him and lay down on the floor (thank goodness this time, we were practicing in the gym. Too cold outside, apparently.) on an awaiting mat.

I looked at Wes to see his laughing face and I groaned inwardly.

Now I know why I shouldn't have made this bet with him in the first place.

My cruel so-called best friend enjoys watching me suffer and panic. It's one of his favorite pastimes, apparently.

He really needs to get a life.

"At least hold my feet!" I demanded to which Nichols answered with a shake of his head.

"Go."

I pulled a face at him before rolling my eyes and began my strenuous tutor training.

"I. Hate. You." I panted, shortly after the long run which Nichols had made me do.

"No. You. Don't." Nichols replied in a monotone, robotic way.

"Yes. I. Really. Do." I said, still panting. I bent over to try and catch my breath.

"You'll be thankful to me in the future."

I scoffed at that.

"Don't believe me, Parker?" Nichols questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No." I replied rudely.

I don't know why I was being like this, I guess it was just me PMS-ing.

"Want to bet?"

The tone in Nichols' voice made me look up from where I was tying my shoelaces on my trainers.

"What?"

"Do you want to bet?"

His voice was so serious and his face held no kind of a joke…okay, it held a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"What are you, 10? No." I told him before resolutely turning back to my laces.

"Scared?" he said above me and I immediately stopped.