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three

So, when I set a time for him to meet me in the library, with Coach Jones and Mr. Miller in the room, I thought that Alexander would show up on time, but apparently the boy doesn't know how to read time because he's late. I've been sitting in the library for twenty minutes waiting for him to show. Normally by now I'd be home in bed, but no not today. I want to leave, but I promised Jones and Miller that I'd do it. So, I'll give him five more minutes and if he doesn't show I'm leaving.

I'm putting my notebook in my bag just as Alexander walks in the library and sits at the table. "Sorry that I'm late."

"Did you forget that you were supposed to be here?"

"No I didn't I was just busy."

"What could possibly take you twenty minutes right after school?"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know," he comments with a smirk.

"Actually on second thought I rather be waterboarded than know what you were doing." I say with a smile.

"That's a little dramatic don't you think?"

"No because the list of things you were doing could go from things with a female to doing killing someone. And in either of those cases I rather not know at all."

"You really think I'd fuck someone in my truck?"

I laugh. "Yes, I really do think you would, and I assume you have and probably more than once."

Alexander looks at me and shakes his head, but his eyes become darker. "Forget it. What do we have to do for Millers essay?"

"You have to write an essay about how you feel like the characters benefited each other, but also pulled each other down," I say reciting the prompt that I've read a good thirty times.

"Does he think I really read the book?" Alexander asks more to himself versus me, but I make a comment anyways.

"You didn't want to read it, but you did."

"You're assuming that."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "so you did?"

He groans and rolls his head back. "Yes."

"Atta boy."

His head snaps back up and he looks at me with wide eyes, but then he grins when he realizes I mocked him. "Oh fuck you."

"I think I'll pass."

He laughs for a second but then it stops. "Seriously how do I even start the paper?" He asks while pulling out a notebook and pencil.

I open my book bag and pull the notebook I'm writing the rough draft in and a pen. "Honestly it's not that hard. Speaking that you didn't even know the prompt, you can't even say you've tried to write the paper."

"I'm just not good with papers."

"Do you even try with them?"

"Not really."

"See well maybe if you took some of the effort you use trying to fuck someone and put it into school work, you'd get it."

"But I don't care about school work."

"Well maybe you should."

"You know some people actually have other shit to do outside of school, so we don't always have time to do school work."