𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒; stanley barber

𝐈𝐈. f in biology

edited version:

jenny's back, i feel happy

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"so, how was rehab?" i asked. jenny stared back at me and started laughing making me crack up as well. "fan-fucking-tastic." she said with a grin. "how about you, hows school going?"

i shrugged. "it's going. brad's still a dick."

jenny smirked. "figured," i chuckled and had it fall into a soft smile. "what about the fam? has your mom found anyone yet?"

my head shook. "she's been trying, but every guy treats her like shit, ya know." she nodded at my words. "i mean, who wouldn't want to date her? she's a fucking veterinarian." jenny chuckled. "you're not wrong, my friend."

we sat there for a while catching up on things until she had to leave. i offered for her to stay until dinner but she left anyway.

after dinner i washed my plate and hummed a tune. my mom grabbed some wine out the fridge and poured it in her glass. "so, i have something to say. and you may not be 100% okay with it but it's good for you." i turned over to her. "i'm not gonna get mad, mom."

she smiled at me. "good, because you're starting tutoring tomorrow."

my eye lids dropped into a pissed face. "thanks, but no thanks," i tried to walk from her but she kept talking. "i know you don't want to but you're not doing to well in biology-."

i turned around swiftly. "then i'll ask dina for help. she's smart." i said. mom still shook her head making me groan and go up the stairs. "i already set it up with your guidance counselor. i think his name is-."

"stanley barber will be helping you with bio for now on."

my face scrunched up as i slouched down in the chair. "who?"

mrs. cappriotti sighed and pulled up his photo from the school website. "stanley barber. that young man right there." i recognized him. sometimes i see him around in the hall. he's in my bio. we don't talk, obviously. "you can study in the morning, lunch, after school. it doesn't matter."

i gave her a fake smile. "so if it doesn't matter i don't have to do it, right?"

she chuckled. "that's funny, but no," i rolled my eyes. "he's only gonna help you until you get your grades up."

"and how long will that take?"

mrs. cappriotti pulled up my grades and cringed. "well, considering you have an F in that class, not anytime soon."

i huffed out and picked up my backpack. "thanks, i guess." and headed out the door.

i bumped into somebody and stumbled back a bit to see who it was. "sorry, sydney." she just walked past me and said "it's fine."

guess she doesn't want to be talked to.