Toxic. (Ethan Dolan.)

Part 4 - Waiting

I sat in the library waiting for Ethan. It had been twenty minutes. Mr Smith was looking at some books while I sat doing a bit of studying as I waited for this asshole. And I was about to pack up my things until Ethan comes through the door scanning his eyes around the library until they had landed on me. He stomps over taking a seat and stares at me. I stare back but look at the floor awkwardly.

"Well. Teach." He says with a frown.

I don't say a word and I grab out a few booklets I had with notes through the year.

"Oh good you showed up." Mr Smith smiled. "I'll be back soon then."

Mr Smith left the library and it was Satan and I all alone.

"So uh-do you have a book?"

"Do you see me carry a bag around school?" He asks.

I shake my head slowly in confusion.

"Do you see me getting things from my locker?"

I shake my head again.

"Then no. I do not have a book."

I rip out a piece of paper and I hand Ethan a pen. He picks it up and puts it in his mouth. He stares at me and I quickly look down flipping through my book.

"Do you talk?"

I nod.

"Obviously not."

I don't answer him and I keep flipping through pages trying to find the right notes to teach Ethan.

"Okay, um, do you know about any techniques that directors use to show a message in a film?"

"No." Is all he says.

"Do you know-"

"I don't need this fucking tutoring." He growls. "I never come to class what makes you think that I know any of this shit. Mr Smith is a shit fucking teacher."

"But-"

"I. Don't. Need. Tutoring." Ethan spat sitting back in his chair.

I pack up my books putting them into my bag angrily. I look at Ethan who was smirking as I put my things away. He sat there. Leaning back, chewing on my pen with a smug look on his face.

"You're too easy to crack."

I sit back in anger and I cross my arms. I couldn't leave. I had to make it look like that I was actually teaching Ethan something. But he just sat there. Staring at me with my pen in his mouth, smirking at me.

-

It was Thursday. Ethan and I have had three lesson and we have sat there doing nothing because Ethan doesn't want to learn. It was wasting my time and I was getting over it. I was in the library waiting for Ethan and he was thirty minutes late. Mr Smith never came anymore because he thought Ethan was actually doing work and was showing up. But when Mr Smith stopped coming it got worse. Ethan usually sat there while I studied mocking me and making fun of me the whole entire time. And I wish that I could go back to being invisible to him because when I walk down the hall Ethan and his friends make fun of me as I walk pass.

I soon had realized that Ethan wasn't going to show. I put everything into my bag and I left the library. I started to make my way home with my bag straining my shoulders. I walk into my house and nobody was home. I go straight to room and I get dress in more comfortable clothes. I grab out my laptop and put on a movie and I lay in bed. Hoping that tomorrow wouldn't come.