Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 13 Stress Turns Into Sweat

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Avalon's P.O.V.

Down, up. Down, up. Down up. One more.

I rested my weight on my elbows, panting a little from my push-up sets. I was balancing myself on one of the old gym mats on account of the grimey tile that was once a gym floor.

This place is really gross. I should work on the cleaning a bit.

I rolled over on the mat so I was lying on my back, preparing myself for a long set of sit-ups. Workouts were great stress relievers. Especially when something traumatizing happens, such as your biggest secret being unveiled to the whole school.

Back in Pennsylvania, that humiliation drove my motivation for gymnastics. Here, it shouldn't be any different. I'll be able to work on strength (a necessary component for gymnastics), technique, and tolerance. At least, I hope.

My stomach and arms still ached from the grueling sets of push-ups, but I still pulled my back off the ground. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. I continued to push myself further -my abdomen burning from the countless strength excersizes.

I threw myself back on the crusty gym mat in exhustion after conpleting my seventieth sit-up. I could see my chest rising and falling with each strained breath I took. I just laid there, staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling with my arms stretched haphazardly away from my body.

What would people think when I showed up at school tomorrow? Would they bully me for not being smart enough? Would they ignore me for keeping a secret? Would they even talk to me? Maybe they'll laugh at me for running out of school and cutting class.

Cutting class. I cut class. Well, there goes my cell phone for a week. Mom and dad won't be happy.

I shoved that thought aside. I had bigger issues at the moment. Issues concerning my social life. I probably just lost the best friends I had ever had.

Adam won't understand my problems. As far as I can tell, he gets the same grades as me. And if I'm really as stupid as everyone says, he has no hope in understanding.

Bree will probably shun me forever. She wanted to be my best friend. If I learned one thing from being friends with Julia, it's that friends don't keep secrets. I blew any chance of friendship with the only girl who has talked to me since the move.

What about Leo? I honestly Didn't know what he would think. I've barely talked to him. However, I do know he's been bullied before. He knows how it feels to be taunted and teased. Perhaps he'll be the only person who'll understand what it's like for me.

And Chase? He won't tutor me anymore. I know he's really smart, but he won't know how to teach a dyslexic student. No one does. Or did, at least. In addition to him quitting, he'll probably try to apologize again. I don't need sympathy. Not from anyone.

Then another thought crossed my screwed up mind. My boyfriend. I can tell Trent isn't the brightest. He'll ask questions and try to pry the answers out of me. He's nosy, and he doesn't even realize it. He thinks everything is a game. Including Leo. From what I've seen, he believes Leo is some puppet he can command and humiliate. What if he acts the same way around me? He might think my dyslexia classifies me as bully-worthy material. I'll lose my first boyfriend.

A sharp vibration came from my jacket pocket. I pulled out my phone to see the screen lit up with notifications- calls, texts; my main source of communication aside from speaking. As I scrolled through, I noticed the oh-so-coincidental collection of people on the bar. Two texts from Leo, four textsm from Adam, three texts and two calls from Bree, five texts and four calls from Chase and one text from Trent.