Bury my Heart (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2: Credit

The blue eyed lad thundered down the hall glancing back with annoyance muttering to himself. He didn’t have the best of days this afternoon and he was failing two of his classes so he was made to study extra hours in order to raise his grade so that meant less time with friends. He was just speaking with his chemistry professor and he was told if he didn’t raise his grade by the end of the week, he would kick him out of the class. That was not the news he wanted to hear, and as he went to unlock the door to his room, he dropped the key with fumbling fingers. A curse left his frowning lips and he hunched down to pick up the silver metal. “Today can’t be any worse . . .” he breathed and opened the door.

            “Oh, hey Louis.” Niall greeted from his spot on the bed futzing with his hand held gaming console, playing a game of football.

            “Hey.” Louis replied gruffly, and shook his coat off as little droplets slid off of the slippery leather fabric to the carpeted floor.

            “So I take it that your talk didn’t go well . . .”

            “No shit.” Louis facetiously spoke.

            “Well what did he say?” Niall asked pulling up his legs on the bed he sat on getting more comfortable and was readying himself for an ear splitting rant from the diva that he roomed with.

            “Well first off, he said my grades suck, and that if I don’t raise them he’ll kick me out of his class!” he began, his blue eyes swirling with emotion. “I can’t stand that man, and he calls me a disruption! When have I ever disrupted his useless class?” he asked Niall although it was more a rhetorical question. “Never, he’s just mad because I’m younger than he is and way better looking. Have you seen those whiskers?”

            “Louis, that’s not the point. The point here is your grades and you need to pass his class to get credit and graduate.” Niall rubbed at his face questioning his friendship.

            “That’s what's so frustrating! I know for sure that even if I did raise my grade he wouldn’t give me the credit!” Louis plopped down on his bed making the springs squeak some from the impact that it received.

            “I don’t think he’s allowed to do that.” Niall gazed at Louis with a blank expression.

            “Anyway, I need to study . . . or find myself a tutor,” Louis nodded at his idea and rubbed at his stubbled chin. “Who do I know that’s good at Chemistry?”

            “No one,”

            “Way to help,”

            “It’s true though,”

            “Oh shut up,” Louis’ voice went up a tone as he was annoyed with Niall but suddenly remembered that Niall had to know some people that were smart. “Do you know anyone?”

            “I don’t know, you told me to shut up.” Niall crossed his arms having not enjoyed the fact that he was told to quiet down in such a rude way.

            “I’m sorry, now do you know anyone?” Louis clasped his hands together, ready to make some progress.

            “That wasn’t very sincere.” Niall protested not enjoying how Louis was treating him, but he did find it humorous that Louis was actually going to try and work instead of procrastinating until the last minute like always. He was such a lazy bum that he wondered how Louis even got into this school.