Good Boy Gone Bad ❀ Jachary Havery [✓]

❀Jack❀

'i have these lucid dreams,
where i can't move a thing.
thinking of you in my bed.'

~lucid dreams~
~juice wrld~
(or by why don't we)

❀

i can't believe i have to have a tutor. and out of all people, zachary fuckin dean.

personally, i have nothing against him. it's just the fact that he's younger than me, is smarter than me, and a fuckin goody-two-shoes.

god! i can't fuckin stand goody-two-shoes. always kissing the teacher's ass. always thinking they're better than everyone else. and half the time these fuckin cunts get good grades only because every teacher in my school likes students who suck up to them.

i walked up my driveway and headed to my front door.

'this is your house?' asked zach, sounding a little shocked.

fuckin hell. i had almost forgotten he was there. why'd he have to go and talk?

'ya. what's it to you?' i snapped.

'it's nice,' complimented zach.

see. a fuckin suck up.

what a cunt.

'just shut the fuck up and get inside.'

zach followed my instructions and walked through the front door.

'i'm home!' i yelled, scaring zach.

i snickered as i slammed the door behind me.

sydnie came around the corner. 'good. you brought the tutor home with you.'

as i had guessed back at the school, it was sydnie that had requested i have a tutor and have my first lesson today. i mean, it's not like anyone else would have given two shits about my grades.

'my name is zach. nice you meet you,' said zach as he shook my sister's hand.

'it's nice to meet you too. my name's sydnie,' responded my sister with a smile as she returned the handshake.

i rolled my eyes.

'you and jack can head up to his room and start working.'

'thank you.'

i groaned and started walking up to my room.

'hurry up,' i snapped at zach.

he quickly scurried up the stairs and followed me into my room.

i closed the door, threw my backpack on the ground and layed down on my bed. zach was awkwardly standing by the door, looking everywhere but at me.

'well?' i sassed.

he gave me a confused look.

i glared at him. how fuckin dense can he be? 'are you gonna do your fucking job or just stand there and stare at me?'

'oh. right.' he blushed and took off his backpack. sitting on the ground, he pulled out his school stuff.

i rolled me eyes. 'why the fuck are you sitting on the ground?'

he looked up at me and shrugged his shoulders.

i sat up and gestured to my bed.

he looked at me with confusion.

i let out a sigh of frustration. 'get on the bed you twat.' what? i'm not a complete asshole.

he quickly picked up his stuff as i took out my own.

'so what are you struggling with?' he asked as he sat down on the other side of the bed.

'literally everything,' i said sarcastically.

he stifled a laugh.

'just shut up and just fucking teach me shit,' i snapped.

'ok then let's start with math,' he suggested. he pulled out a thick textbook and put it in front of me.

'fuckin hell,' i groaned and flopped back onto my bed.

zach could hold back his giggle this time. 'we haven't even started!'

'well excuse me if just the thought of me doing math is fuckin stressful.' i snapped.

'let's just start.'