Autism (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Chapter 4

September 22, 2014 - Original update

[Update: 6/14/2020, I'm also updating Fix You slowly but surely, and check out my new story draw me like one of your french girls (larry of course) ]

~shy : SHī~

When I arrived at school and began walking to my locker, I could see Miss Bitch already waiting there for me. I took a breath and tried to mentally prepare for whatever bullshit she was about to spew.

"So how was tutoring?" She asked as I opened my locker, forcing her to move out of the way.

"Awesome." I said sarcastically while taking my books out the locker.

"I think not. I had him call me when the session was over and he reportedly didn't learn anything new."

"Not my problem."

"Oh, but it is. You know the outcome, and it's not a favorable one."

"Look, it's not exactly easy talking with him. He's a weird kid, not to mention the stuttering."

"Get to know him. Take him out for pizza at lunch. Do something!" She says way too loudly at 8 in the morning.

"Alright, alright chill!"

"Don't screw this up." She said stomping away. I just rolled my eyes and walked to the next class.

*Lunch*

I walked into the lunchroom and spotted my friends sitting at our designated table. They all seemed to be in great moods, in direct contrast to me. I sat down in between Niall and Liam and they greeted me.

"So how was tutoring?" Niall asked while stuffing his face with mozzarella sticks.

"It sucked."

"And you swallowed."

"Asshole."

"It was that bad?"

"Yeah. I got kicked out. He kicked me out."

"Why? You probably insulted him knowing you. You do know he's got-"

"I don't care what he's got! All I know is he's got to cooperate with me or it's my ass!"

"But he's-"

"Understand me. I hate this. I hate this kid. I hate everything. And now I especially hate how I have to take him out for pizza. " I said standing up from my seat. I scanned the room for that freak and was able to spot him through the sea of people. Of course, he was sitting alone. I begrudgingly walked over to him with my arms folded over my chest.

"Hey." I muttered and his head shot up from his lunch tray and he looked up at me with scared eyes. He quickly dug in his pocket and tried to hand me a fistful of money.

"What are you doing? You think I'm here to rob you?" I said pushing his hand away from me. This kid is paranoid. He embarrassedly put the money back in his pocket and I slapped my hand over my face. God help me.

"You and me. Pizza. Now." I stated and he nodded his head and got up from his seat. He followed me out to my car and I sat down in the front seat, putting the keys in the ignition. And he just stood there, staring. It took all of me to not scream at him for being so slow and dumb.

"Get in the car!" I sighed irritatedly. He jolted and quickly got in the passenger seat. The nearest pizza shop was 15 long minutes away. I started up the car and backed out of the parking lot. I glanced at him out of my peripheral and he just stared out the window.