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Chapter two: Gay boy

Gay boy

Today has gone no better than yesterday.

I somehow managed to have even less sleep, meaning that I walked into school looking like I was a zombie straight out of The Walking Dead. I almost walked into a bin twice and apologised when I walked into a lamp post erected outside of the school building. Cami was in a bad mood with me as she had to wake me up yet again because I decided to stay up until 1 a.m. watching Glee. This meant that we weren't able to get a morning coffee as usual.

The day had barely begun, but it wasn't going great at all.

"Wow, you managed to come into school not looking like a chav today. Congrats!," Alex says with a sarcastic chuckle as he opens his locker next to mine, giving me slow, fake applause afterwards. I still don't know how he knows that word.

I was able to finally do laundry last night, in hopes of not coming into school wearing sweatpants again and preventing my poor ears from having to listen to Alex attempt to use British terminology. Evidently, I've failed, and I cringe as soon as the word 'chav' rolls off his tongue. It's sounds weird coming from someone with an American accent.

I give him a pissed off glare, hoping he'll get the point and leave me alone. He doesn't. It just makes him chuckle sarcastically once again. He always chuckles. It's annoying. The girls think it's cute, but I think it sounds like a dying horse.

"Jeez, you look terrible." He states.

"Fuck off," I mutter and start to walk away, yet I am stopped once again by his hand tightly gripping my shoulder, pulling me back. I groan and walk backwards, coming to a halt in front of him. "Why do you keep doing that? What do you want from me?"

"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"

"You're one to talk," I retort. I go to leave but he stands in my way, preventing me from doing so. I roll my eyes at him.

"Dude, I'm your tutor, remember? We have to make plans about what days I'm tutoring you and where." He says, raising his eyebrows as though I've forgotten about it—which I haven't forgotten. In fact, I've been thinking about is him being my tutor.

Actually, it's more like I've been dreading it. Life is way too cruel for me at the moment, and I have no clue as to what I've done to deserve this. I could have anyone else as my tutor—hell, even Alex's friends would suffice more than him, yet my teacher thinks it's entirely appropriate to place someone who hates me, which is pretty evident from the things he says to me in class, as my tutor. I'm more than sure that Mr Preston is not oblivious at all to our situation, so the fact that he's blindsided it makes no sense.