Our story

Chapter 1

It all started with math. None of this would have happened if I woudnt have been failing math. So it's kinda my fault but I'm not gonna blame myself becaue who does that? If it's anyone's fault it's his. His laugh, his mind, his stupid face that blushed at any inconvenience. I will take accountability for ruing what we had because that is the thing I'm best at, ruing things I mean. I warned him that being my friend wouldn't end well but he was just as stubborn as me, if not more. So here's my epic love story and how it ended. How I finally found someone who wanted to stay but I pushed away. Here's our story.

"I need your help" I huff, slamming the piece of paper on to his desk. The paper, unfortunately, was a add for a math tutor. The boy looks up from his work and his face immediately turns red. Is he blushing? If I wasn't so mad I would probably of found this funny but not today. Today I found out that I can't graduate unless I can find a way to pass math,meaning I need a tutor. Mrs. Ray, the math teacher, is a outrages douche for that. Sure, my math grades have been slipping, and sure, my attendance has been declining ever so slightly over the months, but that's no reason to force me to get a tutor and threaten my graduation. Is it?

"Um with-with what?" He answers scratching the back of his neck. I roll my eyes then look back at him "Math. You're a tutor right? If not I can stop wasting my time on you and find someone else who can help." He looks down at the add with his number on it than back at me. "Yea I can help you. When can we meet up,and is your house ok? If not that's fine but I would prefer to meet at yours." He asks. "Yea whatever that's fine. I'm free tonight. I'll text you the address." I grab my book bag from the ground then leave before he can answer back.

I walk to my locker hoping Rad isn't waiting for me. Rad, a short brown headed fool, is my dealer. I owe him some money that I don't have. You can see the problem right? I totally meant to give him it yesterday but I spent it on lunch. What, I was hungry! Unfortunately he was waiting. With the rest of his little gang of douchebags that follow him around hoping to become "cool". I don't want to have to be the one who has to tell that that drugs aren't cool. That's a bit hypocritical isn't it?

"Alec,just the man I was looking for!" Rad exclaims. "Hey Rad. Um, can I help you with anything?" I ask itching my arm. "Yes you can actually! See I was just talking to Mickey over there about how I wanted to go out to eat this after noon, but didn't have any money. Then this amazing thought came into my mind,let's go ask Alec for some money since he owes me some! Isn't that what I said Mick?" He turns to a pale kid,who I'm assuming is Mickey. "Yep. Sure did Rad." Mickey answers. "Exactly! So, Alec, do you have my money or am I gonna have to resort to violence?"

"I swear I'm going to have it tomorrow. Then if I don't feel free to beat me up or whatever. But, if you do, be carful with the face, only thing I have going for me. You understand right? It's like me going for your stash of drugs and burning them." He stares at me for a few seconds,probaly deciding if he wants to bang my head into a wall before he answers, "You have untill this time tomorrow to have the money and if you don't have it by then I'm going to hurt you. Understand?" I nod. He smiles then walks away with his buddies. I can already tell this is gonna be a long day.

I was right. It was a long day. Math started off horribly, so I decided I would sleep. When I woke up, however, I was informed I had two pages of homework that was to be turned in the next day about everything we learned. Maybe if I act dumb, the tutor will end up doing all the work for me. Unlikely. I don't think preppy nerds know how to do other peoples work. Let alone the people who they're torturing. They like to see them fail. I believe it's one of the only things that give them actualy joy instead of the fake stuff they always show.

As I walk out the doors of the school,I feel someone come up next to me. I look down and see the prep. Why is he walking with me? Who does he think he is? "Can I help you?" I ask. He looks up at me and smiles. He has nice teeth. "Well I thought since I was tutoring you this afternoon at your house I would just walk home with you!" Why is he so happy?  "Ok then." And then as a second thought, "What's your name by the way?"

"It's Ethan,Ethan Andrews"