The Bad Boy Showed Me Love

Paisley

I wake to the sound of shouting.

Not unusual for me. One of my parents are always yelling at the other before I leave for school. They've been like this for months now. It's when they yell at me that I get scared.

I get up and get dressed, pulling on skinny jeans and a blue hoodie, not caring for a shirt. I brushed my wavy brown hair so much that it became static, making it almost impossible to tie it back into a ponytail.

I grabbed my bag and walked out of my room, down the stairs to meet up with my aggravated mother.

"There you are. Get in the car. You're having breakfast at the school." She said, not even glancing towards my father. They're getting divorced in a month, but I honestly want them to do it sooner. Then I wouldn't have to deal with their stupid bickering all the time.

Without saying anything, I walked out of the house and got into my mother's car. She followed me out and into the drivers seat, slamming the door behind her.

 "Sometimes I wonder what I saw in your father. He's rude and unorganized! He never takes care of his responsibilities, or pays the bills on time. He's just awful!" 

 And there's her daily ranting, trying to make me think the same way as she does so I move in with her when they split. My father does the same thing when he picks me up from school. It's non-stop complaining from the both of them about each other.

We got to the school, but before I could even take off my seatbelt, my mother took my bag and searched through my homework.

"They're all finished, but are they correct? You're valedictorian Paisley. You cannot afford to be below a 97. Your scholarships are on the line."

That's another thing. Both of my parents are education fanatics. My grades are not allowed to call below a 97 without punishment. Because out this, it makes me valedictorian, the worst thing for me to be.

 "I'm one hundred percent sure that every answer I have given in my work are correct. My grade will not fall because of this." I reply as if she wasn't my mother. Manners are another priority.

 "Fine. Here you go. Have fun." She says, basically kicking me out of her car. She didn't hesitate to speed of once I'm out though.

I ignore the event and start heading to my first class to finish up a project I haven't told my parents about, otherwise I'd be sleep deprived by now.

 "Hello Ms. Chadwick. How is your Tuesday going?" I ask as I take my seat.

 "It is going nicely. I see you still have nothing better to do than to come here early." She said. She was right though. School didn't start for another fifteen minutes, yet here I am in her class, working on a project. I always come here early. It's a nice getaway from life.

"Just your average Paisley Scotch fulfilling her duty as valedictorian." I smile. She sighs, knowing I hate this position.

"That reminds me. Mrs. Willow, the head counselor, wanted to see you. You should head over to her office right now." She said, typing away at her keyboard before I could reject the summon.

I sighed and pushed away from the table, moving my stuff to the back for Ms. Chadwick to watch over. I walked out of her colorful classroom and into the bland hallways, where club posters and announcements hung on the occasional board.

Mrs. Willow's office is small, but very homey. I took a seat on one of the chairs opposite from where she was sitting and waited for her to speak.

 "Ms. Scotch, correct?" She asked, not even glancing my way.

"Yes ma'am. You asked to see me." I said respectfully.

 "Yes. On behalf of this school, we have a favor to ask you."

"What is it?"

"We would like you to be a tutor for one of our... Falling stars." She said as if this student was a mistake in the world.

"I wouldn't mind. Who would I be tutoring and when?" I said, knowing that if I had rejected the favor, then it would reflect on my registrations.

"You'll be tutoring a student named Dayton Kenzington every Tuesday and Thursday and once every weekend of a day that's your choice."

"I can do that. Would we start today then? Or do I have time to organize myself?"

"Preferably today. If he fails this semester, he fails his senior year and therefore doesn't graduate. You'll be meeting in the library after school. I'll bring him in around 2:40. Be there before then."

"Yes ma'am." I said. I stood up and left the small office space that I was sure was trying to suffocate me. 

I got back into the classroom and there were more students waiting for the bell to ring in the next five minutes. I took my things from the back and moved them next to my seat once again, waiting for school to end, and my troubles to begin.