it's just chemistry

prologue

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mike wheeler was the king of hawkins high. he was the quarterback for the hawkins tigers football team. he is the most popular guy in school. has amazing grades in his classes.. you can say mike wheeler is good at everything...

well.. except for chemistry..

he was just told by his chemistry teacher that he's failing and one more bad grade he's off the team. his teacher wanted mike to be better and actually try in this class

mike wheeler didn't think he needed to hear some old teacher say he'd get kicked off the team if he doesn't bring his grade up.. he already hears it enough at home..

"michael i think it's time you get a tutor"

those are the words that made the king of hawkins high's head turn and look down slightly at his chemistry teacher

a tutor

no way

mike wheeler is not the kind of guy to have a tutor

"what—a-are you crazy? look, i'm sorry but that's a stupid idea" wheeler laughs about it secretly screaming on the inside wanting to flip the desk over because of his teacher saying such nonsense

"michael look, i think it would be best if i got my top student to tutor you just until the big test of the year"

"i'm perfectly fine on my own" he was not going to have some nerd talk to him and show him what to do

"michael wheeler a thirty nine is not perfectly fine, that's an f. and if you wanna pass this class i would highly recommend coming to my room after school so we can talk this out" his teacher was not playing around. he's not gonna let his student fail and not care about it. he doesn't wanna see mike get kicked off the football team but if it comes down to it then..

mike rolled his eyes with a groan "seriously mr. clarke"

"i am very serious michael. tomorrow after school meet me here" that was the last thing his teacher said before the bell rang signaling the end of the day

for mike that meant the start of hell tomorrow

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the next day mike got up not wanting to go. he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and changed into a white shirt with a black jacket, and some black jeans. he paired the outfit with his white sneakers and his black bag slung over his shoulder. before he left his room he fixed his hair with his fingers as he looked in the mirror. he didn't really care about his appearance that much, but he can still try. especially because he knew what today was. he meets his tutor. mr. clarke called his dad yesterday to inform him of the tutoring session going on after school. ted wheeler wasn't surprised that his son would need a tutor..

"michael i hope that tutor of yours helps you bring your grade up because i can't have a failure as a son" his dad tells him from across the table as they eat breakfast

mike just looks down fiddling with his fork not eating his breakfast he had made for the both of them

"yeah whatever" the boy mumbles back

his dad sets his fork down slowly and looks at him "what did you say?" he asks lowly

mike didn't look up at him

he fucked up

"i said what did you say!" ted yells slamming his fists on the table

"n-nothing sir" he quickly says sitting up now and looking at his father across from him with that smug smirk on his face "that's what i thought" he sinks back in his chair