The Undercover Bad Boy

Chapter One: Maths Sorcery

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Chapter One - Maths Sorcery

"Okay, I'm going to put this into simpler terms," Carlton began slowly. He swivelled on his chair so that he was facing me directly. His eyes held a certain weariness to them. "You are failing my class, Alex."

I could feel his gaze on me as I stared blankly at the wall behind him. It wasn't exactly news to me. I mean, okay, I'll admit, maths was definitely not my best subject.

Carlton leant across the desk, cautiously resting his elbows on the oak wood. His button up shirt tightened around his shoulders restricting the majority of his movement. "Every teacher has told me that you're at the top of the class in all of their lessons, if you want to be the all round student, you need to get an A in maths, by the very least a B by the end of the year," he said. "You're a talented kid, Alex, I know that. But you need to pass this class."

I finally met his eyes, weighing the different outcomes up in my mind. "How would I do that?"

I was prepared to say; "I'll revise more" or even "I'll do extra homework". However, whilst these excuses accumulated in my brain, Mr Carlton said something that seemed to cease all of my thought processes.

"A tutor," he suggested.

My eyes widened almost immediately. A tutor. Carlton was getting me a tutor.

"I know you don't like the idea," he added, probably - definitely - sensing my reaction.

That was the understatement of the century. Of course I did not like the idea. I hated it. The idea of another student teaching me maths. I would have to give up my lunches to revise my favourite subject. I already felt bad for the unlucky person who was going to have to tutor me. It was going to be impossible.

Carlton still persevered on with trying to win me over with his tutor idea. "It will benefit you," he continued. He lowered his gaze whilst anticipating my response.

"It looks like I don't have much of a choice," I said, slumping down further into my chair. I was making my dislike blatantly visible. "Who will be this 'tutor'?" I enquired.

I obviously failed at not being sarcastic because Carlton shot me a flat look.

"Sorry sir," I muttered half-heartedly.

"Zachary Edwards."

My eyebrows narrowed. "Who?" My voice trailed off ever so slightly.

"He's the best at maths in your year. I already confirmed it with him, he agreed to be your tutor until you're grades start improving."

I looked in my teacher in surprise. He already had everything sorted out.

Just as I was about to exit the classroom, I heard him say, "Miss Hale, I'm not sure if this was intentional but you forgot your schoolbag."

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Zachary Edwards. I kept repeating his name in my mind with the hope that it would resurface a memory from the depths of my brain. It was working - barely. His name sounded familiar but I just couldn't match the name with a face.

I thought I knew all of the pupils in my school however this was proving that I was very wrong about that statement.

Tara, one of my closest friends, was sitting opposite me in the dining hall. She was also deep in thought, her lips making strange shapes whilst she rolled a lipgloss between her hands and her rings would click against the plastic ever so often.