Muke One Shots

Nerd

"You're failing this class, Mr. Clifford." My teacher informed me as he wiped away the remaining chalk on the blackboard. "If you don't pass these few final tests, I'm afraid you'll be spending another year with me."

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, frustrated. "Sir, I am aware that I'm failing but it's like physically impossible for me to study. I always get bored and find something else to do."

"Well, I suppose I could get you a tutor. In fact, I already have someone in mind." He says, taking the wall phone and dialing a number. After a few seconds he began to conersate with the person on the other line.

A few minutes later he hung up the phone and handed me a slip of paper folded in half.

"OK, you're all set. His name is Luke Hemmings and he is a grade level above you. He has extra time and he is in the library." My teacher informed me.

I wanted to stop him, tell him that I had things to do after school and I can't be bothered to study with some nerd. But I found myself making away out of his class and walking toward the school library.

I found a small, pale, blonde boy with slicked back blonde hair and a pair of square glasses on his face.

"Hello, you must be Michael." He smiled lightly as I dropped my bag on the floor and sat in the chair directly across from him. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees, waiting for him to say something other than 'hello', something that will help me pass this class.

He raised and eyebrow  and I reluctantly mumbled a 'hi'. He nodded his head, probably unimpressed by the small action, but surprised I said anything at all.

"I'm Luke Hemmings." He stated. I finally looked up and tilted my head. He looked younger than me, way younger.

"Yes, I am a little young to be a senior, but I was intelligent enough to pass the rest of my grade level and advance two." He smiled, seemingly proud of his 'accomplishment'.

"Michael Clifford. Too stupid to understand my current grade level." I sneered, making the blonde boy a little uncomfortable. He is cute, in a puppy sort of way. He looks like the typical innocent nerd stereotype, but I liked it. I'm not sure why.

I smiled at him and pulled out my Algerbra notes and guides. He nodded his head and began to point out what I need to write more about.

In the end, I ended up getting how to multiply the square root of a triangle by pi and was feeling very accomplished.

"I will nees to meet up with you everydsy until you're next test, you are really behind." He states, helping me pack my bag.

"I know." I grumble, looking up at him and feeling small. He was a little taller than me and the fact that he had so much going for himself, the fact that he would know doubt graduate high school and go to an amazing college, and the fact that he can take time to help others even if he has other things to do, made me feel low. I was just another teenage scumbag who ends up selling drugs for a living and living inside the dumpster outside of CVS.

I felt my eyes water, but quickly blinked it away and grabbed the strap of my backpack and threw it over my shoulder.

"Uh, thanks for tutoring me, Luke." I smiled greatfully. He was kind enough to take time to teach a hopeless teenage dirtbag like me.

"No problem, Mikey." He said, taking a moment to come up with a nickname.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He winked with a small smirk.

He is one hell of a nerd.

HELLO! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in forever! I really have no excuse but pure laziness and i'm really sorry :(

I hope this kind of made up for that but I will try to update again today or tomorrow!

QOTD: What is your battery level?

AOTD: 3%

  yeah, I need to charge it :) -m