tutoring sessions

[four]

EVER SINCE I WAS A KID, I'VE BEEN CONFIDENT. i don't get intimidated easily (apart from gracie) and i always speak my mind. usually it's a good thing but there's the occasional cases where i get myself into trouble. like right now when i told one of my other best friends, annabelle that everyone hates her cooking. she baked a batch of cookies for us and honestly they were horrible; i would rather eat a bowl of peas.

"what do you mean no one likes my cooking?" she whined. annabelle can't handle criticism or not getting things her way, perks of being a white rich girl, which makes it hard for me to be friends with her sometimes but not often.

"i mean that cookies shouldn't make me question how much i've you for you to want me dead in such a horrible way." i gagged, spitting out her cookie.

"do you guys agree with this?" anna asked gracie and thea who nodded slowly.

"we don't blame you though, annabelle, your mom can't cook either so i guess it runs in the family." thea attempted to make her feel better. the thing about thea is that she will try her hardest to make you feel better when you're sad but she'll end up making you feel worse.

"hey! i thought you loved my mom's cooking!" anna protested and thea clapped her hands over her mouth in regret.

"lets just say it's a good thing you have a cook." gracie inputted and i laughed before biting into another cookie. instantly i spat it out again and reached for my juice box. yes i may be 17, but i'm never too old for a juice box.

"why did i do that?! it's worse the second time!" i shoved the little straw into the hole in the box and squeezed it. i squeezed a little too hard and ended up getting orange juice on my top.

"karma." annabelle mocked and i glared at her.

"i'm gonna try and clean this off." i excused myself, dabbing at the stain as i walked out of the cafeteria. i really didn't want to have to throw this shirt out if i had permanently stained in, since i really liked it. and plus my mom would be mad at me.

i walked into the bathroom still dabbing at the stain. i splashed some water on it from the tap and as i looked in the mirror to see if it was fading at all, i noticed something behind me in the mirror. something which meant i had made a big mistake. urinals. i span around in disbelief and yes sure enough behind me were real life urinals. the bathroom door began to open and out of sheer panic i ran into the one of the stalls, slamming the door shut and locking it. the mysterious man muttered something under his breath as he unzipped his pants followed shortly by a trickling sound of pee hitting the urinal. once he had finished his business the urinal flushed and i heard the door open and close. i was about to leave when the door opened again. this time i heard two sets of feet and voices

"dude all i'm saying is that this tutoring thing might not be all the bad." one voice said

"i'm 17 years old, it's a little embarrassing to need tutoring." the other countered

"yeah but aren't you tutoring them in math? that's more embarrassing." the first replied

"i guess. i've never even heard of this kid." the second sighed

"what's his name again?" the first questioned and i heard one urinal flush

"noah greenway or something." the second answered and i gulped

"do you mean noah greene?" the first asked

"yeah something like that. do you know him?" the second asked and the second urinal flushed.

"he is actually a she. i sit next to her in bio." the first answered and i realised it was milo. which meant he was friends with the kid i was tutoring.

"really? what's she like?" the second pondered

"she's quite nice; smart..." milo listed before getting cut off

"if she's smart why does she need tutoring?"

"how am i supposed to know, man? i've known her for one period." milo exclaimed

"okay what else?" the other voice demanded

"oh she's really pretty, i could definitely date her. she's not your type though." milo said and i smiled a little

"what do you mean not my type?"

"she's not a tall, dumb, white blonde girl." milo laughed

"i hate you." the other voice said and milo laughed louder. "let's go get anthony."

the door opened and shut again and i realised who it was. yet another of the bad boy trio, this time the leader. dylan tate. while milo was the 'joker' of the group, anthony was the 'heartless one' and dylan was the 'leader'. personally i've never spoken to any of them, apart from milo, only heard stories. so learning that i would be tutoring dylan was a shock.

when i was sure the coast was clear i opened the stall door and threw the tissue in the bin. since the stain didn't look like it was going to come out i positioned my braids over it. as i walked out, the door opened and hit me in the face.

"dude are you okay? i'm sorry i didn't mean to..." the person started before trailing off when they saw i wasn't male

"nah, it's all fine." i brushed it off. rubbing my nose

"you do know this is the men's room right?" he asked and his voice matched the one talking to milo. so this was dylan. he was light skinned with some african blood in him, but definitely not fully black which his jet black curly high top confirmed. it was kinda afro and kinda not. thick eyebrows looked like slugs above his eyes, but shaped arched slugs.

"obviously i didn't when i walked in it, but i do now." i replied

"dylan could you please hurry up. how hard is it to get a damn phone." milo said appearing behind dylan. he stopped when he saw me. "um, what's up noah?" he asked slowly

"wait, you're noah? noah greene?" dylan questioned with wide eyes

"yes, the one and only." i sighed. both boys just stared at me and i rolled my eyes. i walked to the sink where i had spotted what had to be dylan's phone, and handed it back to him. "i believe you were looking for this. now i you'll excuse me." i pushed past milo and dylan and walked back to the cafeteria with as much dignity as i could muster, but i could still feel both boys' eyes on me, holding in a deep breath until i was out of earshot.