A huge black hard covered book peaked out from his duffle bag - a bulky bag that undoubtedly was filled to the brim with baseball equipment, so don’t ask me why, but for some reason I reached out for the book. It wasn't calling out to me or anything, I guess I was just curious on how he takes notes or something. Hey, If I’m gonna tutor this guy - It’d be a good idea to know where his brain is and how he assesses himself. Not to mention that your handwriting and stuff actually says a lot about who you are. Oh who am I kidding? Is this dude a guy version of Regina George and is this his “Burn Book”? I’m genuinely curious… The book had no title, so I just flipped it open - and as soon as I was to feast my eyes on the wonders of Bryce Richardson, the man himself ripped it from my grasp. And hell...he was furious. “You idiotic bitch!” He fumed, face redder than a tomato. “Do you normally shove your face into peoples shit?!” I didn't even comprehend what he was saying, other than the fact he called me an ‘idiotic bitch’. As bad as it sounds, I didn't even feel bad that I touched his stuff. Especially after being called an ‘idiotic bitch’. People have only only joked when they've called me an idiot...as for bitch...I've never been called a bitch my seventeen years on this earth. Having such words directed to me was well...offensive. “Bryce?” “What?!” He spat, forcefully pushing the black book into the depths of his bag. “Next time just…” What word was similar to ‘idiotic bitch’ but less hurtful? “Call me Stupid.”
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