When We Were Friends || ✔

Escape From The Clutches Of Hell

Margo's POV
After an exhaustingly long day at school. I finally arrived home. Today was physically, emotionally and mentally draining. Firstly, I have to get tutoring, which I admit isn't that bad but I really hated any form of studying and tutoring was considered as studying in my books. Ethan and I agreed to meet up on Saturday afternoon to start our tutoring sessions. Which was annoyingly at the end of the week and since it was only Monday... That means that I couldn't really see him until then because he would never talk to me in public. It would ruin his Godly Smart reputation. A smart god would never ever be seen dead with a popular cheerleader that can barely scape a B in freaking Spanish...
We both agreed to do the tutoring at my house since Ethan's little sister Lily was having a fairy princess party and he didn't want me to experience the wonderfulness of having twelve six year old girls in princess costumes high on sugar. I had laughed so hard when he had sent that, that I had to race to the toilet in the middle of English so I didn't piss myself... That would have not been the best way to end the day, at all.
We had been chatting 24/7 and even though, technically, I'd only had his number for like eight hours it seemed as if we'd been chatting about anything and everything for days. It felt as if we were starting to become friends again. I hope that we were because I had started to miss talking to Ethan now more than ever...

*****

This week's classes were boring as hell. So when the final bell rang for the week I practically sprinted out of the horrible history classroom.
Trust me, I don't have anything against history and learning from past mistakes or whatever. But the teacher was more horrible than the classroom, and that was saying something. Mr. Woods seemed like a friendly guy. Heck, the name practically gave his personality away. Not.
When I found out I got him I was happy enough to get a teacher that sounded nice. Maybe he was a nice young man? Or maybe he was a frail old one that had many inspiring war stories to tell.
Boy was I wrong.
Turns out Mr. Woods was a professor who was once married to the Russian version of Mariah Carey, only his ex-wife was much much older than Mariah. He also had a twelve year old son who lives in Vermont. On the other side of the freaking world. Do not even think about asking me how I know all this information about my slightly PMS-ing history teacher. He talks about his personal life WAY too much.
It also didn't help that I was his least favourite student in the whole entire world. I actually didn't even do anything! Except for being framed by Noah, who placed a whoopee cushion under Mr. Woods's seat and blamed it on me. The Little Bastard.
And the classroom was the worst. It stunk of piss, permanent marker and the cheap lavender bathroom spray that you use when to cover up the horrible odour coming from your bathroom. No surprises here but the lavender spray just makes the smell even worse and the mix of lavender always makes me want to throw up multiple times.
Thankfully, I only have two lessons a week. So I only have to endure the putrid smell for only two hours. Thank the Lord. I probably couldn't even survive two hours and one minute in there without actually dying.

*****

After I had escaped from the clutches of hell I made my way to my cherry red mercedes. This was the first car I ever got and it was by far my favourite thing of all time (besides food, sleep and Netflix of course). I got it when I first got my P's and I when I got them I felt like I was on top of the world. The car also was my favourite colour so that was also a bonus. I jump in my car and send a not so short text to Ethan.

Friday 4:56 pm
Margo- Hey Ethan. Can't wait for tutoring. Not the studying but the other stuff. Urgghhh. I DID not at all mean that in a dirty way. Anyways, I hate studying but tutoring is different right? That sounds dumb doesn't it? I mean I want to like studying but I really don't enjoy it. But I like you, so it should be fun. But you might be a really good tutor and we could only need a few session. Or I could you know be really slow and mentally retarded so it might take a lot longer than expected... Uhrm, yeh! So, see you tomorrow.