School Boy

3 - Film? and English?!

☺ Chapter 3 ☺

*I was doing good. I convinced myself of a self esteem that I believed in for the past few weeks but I just suddenly realized how few actual friends I have and how many of them are fake and will get you to come to talk to them but then turn around and literally ignore you and how much I bother people so that totally real self esteem is out the window now. Yayyy. (Anyone who looks at my Instagram might already have seen that but I put it into this chapter beforehand so . . . Yeah.

Also, sorry if I refer to Dan as "Dan" instead of "I/me" I had a bit of trouble reminding myself to write in 1st person POV in this.*

I was happy all day at school on Tuesday. I was so glad that I got to meet whoever I'm tutoring today. Plus, dad announced he was going on an extended business trip to America for a month, and he would be leaving while I was at school today. Though I wasn't fooled. I knew he was just going to Vegas to gamble and mess around with strippers. He often forgets to rid his pockets of the countless proof of infidelity before giving his clothes to me for washing. Still, nothing could drag me down. Not even Phil.

That is, until I went to meet my tutee.

I hurriedly packed my stuff at the end of seventh period and rushed to the library. I was early, of course, so I just talked with the librarian, Mrs. Batson. (*Ok, yes, that is the name of a librarian I had in middle school. It's not some poorly hidden reference to a fandom. I just really liked her. She's awesome.*) When Mr. Way, the art teacher and head of the tutoring program, called for silence, I sat down at one of the tables and observed the crowd as he talked. I've heard the standard speech before, since I'd been tutoring there since even before I went to that high school. I noticed Connor Franta and PJ Liguori - probably tutoring. I also saw Chris Kendall and . . . Phil Lester. Though I guess there's no surprise there. They were sitting with a crowd that was quite obviously composed of people in need of a tutor, so I assumed they were too. I also saw Chelsea Summers (*Phil's girlfriend, in case you forgot*) Among the tutee group was also Tyler Oakley. It'd be so cool if we were partners. Especially since we're neighbors. Arranging sessions would be much easier, and so would organizing meeting places.

Mr. Way started calling out names and assigning partners.

"Franta and Oakley." I could see Tyler's poorly hidden smile at being assigned Connor. He's had a crush on him since freshman year. I listened as he went down the list of names. "Sugg - Zoe, not Joe - and Summers . . . DeMuro and Gioia . . . Ligouri and Kendall . . . Howell and Lester." Instantly, my 'Cloud Nine' mood vanished. My face fell. I heard snickers from the area around Phil as he got up and swaggered towards me. I didn't even bother to curse some higher power this time. Everything is just against me.

When Mr. Way finished calling off names, he left us to figure out places to meet. "Ok, so . . . What's your schedule?" I decided to start by asking Phil. I turned to a spare page in my notebook so that I could write it down.

"Well, I've got football for two hours after school on Wednesdays, and for one hour on Monday. Then I've got the three hour games every Friday. Uh, of course tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sundays are usually free for me. I've got swim on Saturday mornings for an hour or two, depending on when meets are - which are every other week on Sunday afternoons for four hours, by the way. And every Saturday is date night and Sunday is family dinner. Oh, and I have baseball for an hour on Saturdays at noon. But I'm not a 'serious player' so I shouldn't have to go to any games, unless someone can't play. I'm a backup for most of the positions, though, so I tend to be called in alot. If I do get called to play, games are on Thursday afternoons. Other than tutoring, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Mondays are most free."

"Wow, okay." I said, trying to write in time with Phil when he listed his schedule.

"I have piano on Saturdays. Mondays are spent as far away from home as possible. I usually just end up doing homework in the park and studying and such. That'd be a good day for me to do extra tutoring. Which, by the way, we will do. We're required to have at least nine sessions this semester scheduled in our own time. It's extra credit to have nine others, and I plan to do it. You could use it, too, judging by your grades." I looked down at the copy of his grades that I'd been given to figure out what needed working on the most. "Anyways, Tuesdays and Thursdays are the standard days required for tutoring. Wednesdays are church and the additional group I lead for 'troubled teens' - hey, maybe you should come sometime, Phil. You're definitely a troubled teen." I stopped and let a grin slide across my face as I looked sideways at him. "I have church every Sunday morning and night. And Fridays are usually reserved for Netflix."

"Netflix and Chill?" Phil suggested, wiggling an eyebrow.

I snorted, unfazed. "No. More like Netflix and anime. Oh, and I also volunteer in the soup kitchen on Sunday afternoons once a month."

Phil nodded. "Why is Monday a day to stay away from home?" He questioned me.

"That isn't important." I snapped at him a bit.

Phil backed off and looked at the schedule I'd compiled in my notebook. "Okay. It looks like the best additional day for us is Mondays. What about meeting places?"

I started talking, glad for the change of subject. "Preferably not my house. Maybe yours could be a first location? It shouldn't be too hard, seeing as we're neighbors."

Phil agreed that we could meet at his house. "And the library at the end of the block between here and our neighborhood as a backup meeting place?"

I nodded. "Sounds good. Now that's figured out, it looks like you're going to need tutoring in . . . everything. Damn, Lester. Do you even try?"

Phil put up his hands in a neutral gesture. "I'll have you know that I do try. Occasionally, anyways."

I scoffed. "Well, you're worst in math. My best subject, might I add. That's a good combination. Second worst in biology, third is history. Okay, it shouldn't be too hard to help with that. Of course you have a good grade in gym. You're taking French? Excellent. I can help. Goodness knows that our teacher can't teach for shit. A film club? Phil Lester, the school's bad boy, takes film? And it's your best subject? How the hell . . . And you're second best grade is in English?! How are you failing science and math, but passing English? Not just passing, but you have a fucking 95!"

Phil just shrugged. Then Mr. Way told us to wrap up what we were doing. "Regular tutoring starts in here on Thursday. Remember a ride home! I'm not waiting for your mommy to come and pick you up. I've got better men - I mean things - to do." (*Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.*)

With that awkward dismissal, we packed up our things and got ready to leave. Phil offered me a ride home, which I would've refused if my book bag wasn't much heavier than usual due to my additional papers from Mr. Way for tutoring and books that Mrs. Batson asked me read for her. So, I threw away what was left of my dignity and hopped on the back of Phil's motorcycle.

He dropped me off at my house where I instead went to Tyler's house to hear him rant about Connor. We gossiped about "boy toys" as Tyler called them. He made fun of me, since he knows how often Phil flirts with me. "I'm telling you, you'll cave in. I totally ship it. Phan will be canon soon, mark my words."

"Phan?"

Tyler mock gasped before breaking into a huge explanation of ships and ship names and OTPs. I laughed at him for being dumb enough to think I didn't know what a ship was.

After chatting for a few hours, I went home for dinner and to finish my homework.

I eventually fell asleep that night while still pondering how I would survive tutoring Phil.

*Not proofread but oh well. A little secret: I'm too lazy to proofread. Maybe I'll fix it someday lol.*