Just Give Up

Chapter Three: Chocolate

Chapter Three: Chocolate

I took up some extra shifts to help Andy for the next couple of days; I worked pretty much through the weekend with only a few hours to myself before Cole came home from work at 9pm.

I had been ignoring Colton lately.

After seeing Mrs Hannergon I'd been feeling down and I didn't want Cole to see me like this... yet again.

Over the past year Cole had had to put up with my constant shit. The dude needed a break from me and for that matter so did I.

On Monday I woke up to my usual 7 o'clock alarm, which gave me 45 minutes to get ready and out the house. I quickly threw a baggy long sleeved shirt and some black trousers on before heading down for breakfast.

I looked at the unappetising porridge in front of me before throwing the whole bowl away and making myself a cup of tea.

Ever since Friday I couldn't bring myself to eat much, and usually only ever ate when Colton was in the house and was checking up on me.

At 7:48 I jumped in my mum's old Vauxhall Astra and sped down the few roads to school. I parked in the nearest parking space there was but due to the little amount of parking spaces I had to park on the road behind my school.

Just as I was about to get out of my car I saw James Hayes walk right past my car. Luckily he didn't even spare me nor the car a glance as he crossed the street.

My heart raced in my chest as I watched him disappear around the corner.

I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes; taking a few deep breaths to steady myself before I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and left towards my school.

So far so good.

Today I'd only gotten glares from people and the occasional remark about the other week, and it was already second period!

I couldn't stop the tiny smile that formed on my lips. My life may not be great, but today was a good day.

I sat in third period at the very back corner of the classroom, in my usual seat. I knew the lesson was about Anatomy and Physiology, but I couldn't tell you anymore than that. I'd spent the last 40 minutes staring out the window; watching the girls on the football team run around in short shorts for hours is MUCH more important and entertaining that Anatomy and Physiology class...

What?

I'm a heterosexual dude, don't judge me.

I watched the girls play for a few more minutes before turning to the front of the classroom to check if I'd missed anything important. On the board there was a bunch of random diagrams and drawing that I only half understood, but more importantly Sir was signalling for everyone to pack up and leave for next lesson.

I grabbed my bag from the floor and shoved my textbooks into the crook of my arm before jogging down the length of the room to catch up with the group of students leaving the classroom.

Just before I could step out of the door Sir (Mr Pewterschmidt) called my name. I breathed a heavy sigh and stepped cautiously away from the door, turning towards his desk.

Mr Pewterschmidt gestured to an empty seat in front of his desk; offering it to me.

I unwillingly plonked down onto the seat and waited for Sir to make a snide comment about my lack of focus in today's class, but he surprised me with a question.

"Have you ever thought of tutoring, Mr Williams?"

I felt myself sink back into my seat with dread. I shook my head.