We grabbed some lunch and went to sit in the quietest corner of the cafeteria that we could find. "Look, I know this is none of my business," Michael said, putting his tray down and taking a bite from a slice of pizza, "by why do you put up with that ass hole if he treats you so badly?" I looked down at my food and began to poke my fork into a bit of pasta. Will and I had a complicated relationship. It was hard to explain it to someone who didn't understand. After a few moments of silence, Michael began to speak, "I'm sorry," he apologised, "I shouldn't have asked." I looked up from my plate, "no, it's fine," I replied, trying to think of what to say, "it's just- will and I have a complicated relationship, you know? It's hard to explain." Michael just nodded. He was clearly searching for a more in-depth answer than that; a better explanation. I sighed, "you probably won't get it. You see, we look out for each other. I tutor Will and do his homework for him, in return he looks out for me, protects me." Michael scowled. "How can he be protecting you if he's the one that's hurting you?" He asked. I shook my head. "I knew you wouldn't get it," I said, putting my head down so that all I could see was my pasta. "Anyway," Michael said, changing the subject, "you mentioned that you tutor. Do you do math? It's just I suck at algebra and I could really do with some extra teaching. If your too busy though it's-" I giggled, cutting him off, "Of course I could tutor you, Michael. How about tonight, at my place?" His pale face broke out into a grin, "sounds great!" I smirked, "there's one catch, though," I added. "What's that?" He asked. "You have to drive me home tonight. Deal?" His smile widened to reveal a pair of perfectly whitened teeth, "deal!"
