Frost

Chapter 3- Recess

"Come you queer! Get up!" Hoffman yells while kicking Adam, who's laying on the blacktop.

This is sick. Why the hell am I watching this? Hoffman and his gang beating are the shit out of Adam; and I'm not the only one watching. There's Madisons and his friends. Some of eighth grade basketball jocks and a bunch of girls. Is everyone just going to stand here and watch?

"Come on you homo! Get up! I want to see you pull of something like that again you perv!" Holiday says. He grabs Adam by hair and slams his face into the asphalt of the basketball court.

One of Holiday's friends, Chase Paterson, comes out from the crowd holding something in a sandwich baggie. He trots over to Holiday and Hoffman, and hi-fives them. He has latex gloves on.

Paterson laughs, "Here Adam. You'll like this." He bends down and stuffs something in Adams mouth.

"There's shit in his mouth!" Someone yells.

Holiday and Hoffman burst out laughing. Paterson, laughs again and rips off the plastic gloves. Holiday turns to the crowd of cheering eighth graders.

"Thank you," he bows. "Thank you. Oh you guys are too kind. But I can't take all of the credit. I couldn't have done this without my pals Jake and Chase here. Oh and of course, none of this would've been possible without Ms. Ryan's classroom pet bunny, Twix. I mean, without the damn bunny, how else could there be shit in this queer's mouth!"

Holiday, Hoffman, and Paterson all laugh and hi-five each other once more. Hoffman walks over to Adam, and whispers something in the nerd's ear. Whatever he said, caused Adam to shiver.

"Hey Gar. Let's take some pics of this!" Holiday smiles to his cousin.

Along with Adam's antagonizers whipping out their phones, several individuals from the spectating crowd began to take pictures. Is this really entertaining for people?

Where the hell are the teachers out here? Well I mean, it's better Adam than me.

•••

After recess, Adam just disappeared. Not like I'm sitting musing over where he went, I'm just curious. I'd rather die than be friends with him.

"Mr. Royce, can I see you at my desk for a moment?" Someone says.

Huh? Oh, I'm in Math class, sixth period. Yes, only one more class period to go! I trot over and stand at Ms. Burns desk.

"Yes Ms. Burns?" I ask.

I hope it's not about my grades. Mom would have a fit. Well, even if she cares. The only thing we communicate about is school. She just wants me to live up to her high expectations and end up like Cate. But like hell I'll get straight As in every class and excel in some kind of physical sport.

"Hi Andrew. This is about your last test score. You got a sixty-four percent. Why? Do you not understand the concepts?" Ms. Burns asks.

Sixty-four percent, that's like a D! Mom's going to freak when she finds out.

"Um. I don't know...," I mumble.

Ms. Burns looks irritated. She clicks the mouse of her computer.

"Well, I'm assigning you a tutor that will help you with math. I've been consulting with your other teachers, and they're not happy with your grades either. So this tutor can help you with all your homework-"

"A TUTOR?!" I cut her off.

"Yes. A tutor, Andrew. Let's see," She looks at some paper, "he'll be coming here on Mondays and Wednesday immediately after-school until 4:30.

WHAT?!

"Like hell I'm having a tutor! Do you think I'm stupid or something!?" I yell and slam my hands on Ms. Burns' desk.

Shit, everyone's staring. Calm down Andrew...

Ms. Burns immediately jumps up from her seat.

"We'll according to your last test scores, yes I do! Now I want your ass in the principal Monroe's office NOW!" The old bitch barks, yanking my arm and leading mr out the door.

Aw shit.