Tell Me I'm Pretty [Lashton AU]

Chapter 14

"Luke, you're failing six of your classes."

The blonde grimaced as he slouched in his seat, trying not to get annoyed at how the counselor was staring at him. She had her hair in a bun, glasses perched on her nose and a snazzy blazer on. Her face showed dissapointed, as if she knew him enough to even be dissapointed in him.

Since he had study hall, his teacher had sent him down to the office. They were showing concern that he didn't care about school and they were right. He doesn't. He has no motivation and nothing keeping him grounded enough to where he wanted to do good and be a good student.

The majority of the time, Luke didn't even stay away in class. A lot of the time, he just kept his head down and he didn't pay attention to anyone. Unless one of his friends was in the class, he slept or was on his phone. He didn't give a fuck anymore, he just wasn't smart.

A lot of people think he's lazy and he was, but he was stupid even before he got lazy. Every time he put effort into something, it's like nothing wants to go up. His grades always dragged down, his motivation wasn't there as he kept seeing the letter 'F' on his papers and he hated it.

It wasn't a good way to look at his work, but once he saw a work sheet, he imagined there was already an F on it and so he didn't try anymore. Cause, if he put effort in his work and still failed, he might as well not waste his energy anymore. His logic wasn't the smartest, but that's how he worked.

Of course, no one cared anymore. His mum gave up on him, his friends didn't bother helping him since he wouldn't accept it and his teachers were the only ones pushing anymore. Eventually they'll stop. They already just give him this look when he turns in a bullshitted test and it seemed like they were all the same expression;

Disappointment.

Every look on their face, the expression in their eyes as they tsked once looking over his paper quickly. They just knew he failed and that's why he doesn't try. Everyone gave up faith in him, including himself. He knew he was never going to graduate and he was fine with that.

He didn't care, because he was just going to work at a restaurant or something anyways. Why should he worry about school when he won't even get a good job in life? Luke was a failure and he was going to deal with it. All he needed was a decent job. Tons of families live with parents that have low paying jobs and they're okay, so he should be too.

When he told his counselor this, she clenched her jaw and nodded slowly while writing something down. He felt like he was at therapy or something. He didn't sign up for this. All he wanted to do was sit in study hall and sleep on the desks and ignore everyone around him.

It was Friday, for Christ's sake. He didn't want to spend it moping, but that's how it seemed like it would be considering his counselor didn't look at all happy while scrolling through his grades over the past couple years, only to notice a dramatic change in year ten.

She turned to him and asked curious,"Is there a reason you stopped doing your work in year ten?"

"Not really," He shrugged, slouching in his seat and looked around the room. "I mean, it got harder and I didn't understand it. So, yeah."

She nodded,"And why didn't you ask for help?"

A snort left his lips as he shook his head and was amused yet annoyed. "Ask for help? Do you think I haven't tried? I have. A lot. I asked and asked and no one wanted to. So, whatever." He then added,"Even when the few people did, I still wouldn't understand it. I'm just dumb and I'm not ashamed to admit it."

The lady frowned,"You'll get nowhere in life if you think so negatively."

"I'm not negative. I'm just dumb at school, but I'm really good -- well...I'm not that good with people skills. But, I --" He paused and frowned a bit when realizing he wasn't really good at anything. Well, unless sex counts, but he can't exactly say that.