[ UNEDITED ]
{TJ'S POV }
A few weeks ago, I bruised Chris' face and got weeks of detention in return. I haven't talked to Cyrus recently, unless it was when I had my tutoring and he happened to be with Buffy. Instinctively, whenever I saw him in the halls I would tilt my head down and walk right by him.
The gym teacher blew his whistle loudly at the kid who wouldn't stop drumming his fingers against the table.
"Sorry" the kid mumbled under his breath.
As I admired the room, the range of people, varied. There were people dressed in all black, grouped towards the back. There were football players who were practically falling asleep at their desks in the front. There were people who obviously didn't belong here, and seemed uncomfortable yet terrified at the same time. Then there was me, right in the middle of all of them, there with healing bruised knuckles and the memory of causing a boy's face to become bloodied up. The room hummed with the sound of the lights above us trying to stay on. The gym teacher was on his phone, making sure to sneak a peek at us at each chance he got. The room stayed boring and silent, until the shuffling of footsteps echoed down the hall. Not thinking much of it, I looked back down at the paper I had been doodling on.
The paper was covered in small figures and sketches. Then my hand started writing out something on the corner of the paper.
Cyrus. That's what filled the empty corners of the paper. Uncontrollably, my hand wrote that out, filling every square inch.
Why couldn't I stop?
"Hi, I'm Cyrus Goodman" a voice confirmed from the front of the room. "And I'm here for detention."
The room buzzed with laughter. My head swung up, followed by my eyes who had prolonged their gaze upon the paper below me.
It was Cyrus. What is he doing here?
The gym teacher let out a deep laugh. "Just take a seat, kid."
Cyrus's hands gripped the strap of his bag and he searched the room for an appropriate place to sit. His eyes finally met mine, and a smile crept onto his face. He blinked a few times, before walking over to the empty seat next to me.
"Hey" he whispered, setting his bag to the right of his desk.
I looked at him, confused. He was acting as though we hadn't skipped a beat, like we had been talking constantly for the past two weeks, which we haven't.
"What're you doing here?" I whispered to him.
"I got in a fight" he sighed.
My eyebrows shot up. "You what?"
A small giggle escaped his mouth. "I'm joking. I had nothing better to do, and I wanted to see what detention was like."
A unknowable weight had lifted itself off of my chest, which allowed me to finally breathe again.
He tilted his head to the side, and he began looking at something. I followed his gaze, all the way to the paper that was behind hidden under my arms.
"What's that?" he wondered.
"I-It's nothing" I stuttered, grabbing the paper and crushing it in my hands.
Cyrus sent me an odd look, before reaching in his bag to take out a blue notebook. He flipped to a page that said Homework at the top and began writing on it.
"So how have you been?" He whispered, his eyes still lingering on his paper.
"I'm alright, you?"
"Oh, well I-"
The gym teacher blew his whistle, causing both of us to flinch.
"No talking!" he shouted.
Cyrus and I exchanged glances as we tried not to laugh.
About an hour went by, which consisted of us exchanging looks, playing tic-tac-toe, and him silently helping me with my math homework.
He's actually really good at math. Maybe he should be my tutor. I'd probably actually learn something for once.
"Okay, you guys can leave now. Detention's over" the teacher yelled, before leaving the classroom.
Everyone shuffled, rushing to get out and head to their freedom. Cyrus and I stalled, becoming the last ones in the room.
"You know, you're really good at math" I bluntly stated.
"Thanks" he replied, shooting a bright smile at me.
"You should- um" I paused. "-be my tutor."
His face lit up at the thought. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. Buffy said she'd be more than happy to hand over the tutoring sessions to me. I mean, it wouldn't be a big deal, it would just be us hanging out and doing some math."
Yes.
"It sounds perfect."
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