Quarterback and the Nerd boyxboy

The tutor

I trudged into the near pristine classroom, my grey, dirt caked sneakers, almost like a speck of dirt on the near marble white tile. I trudged to the back of the classroom where I sat down in the last row and plopped my books onto the desk. Placing my thin phone behind the impressive stack of literature I did not note the teacher, Mr. Smith or something passing back assignments. Though the teacher did not even acknowledge or if he did he did not show it as he placed the graded assignment on my desk. Though he did say, see me after class, so did the paper, which had a large F in black cursive written at the top.

Once he was done with passing back the papers the teacher or professor began to drone on about dick, or diction. Not sure which, neither interested me very much though. I kept on my phone till I was jolted from my phone by the class bell. The metal and plastic object nearly skidding across the ground as my grip loosened. Regaining it a moment later I put my phone in my jeans pocket, my books in my rucksack along with the paper that was given back to me with the large cursive F crushed under them.

"James, do you have a minute?"

I stopped on the threshold of the classroom. His words sounded almost caring. Though I never though much of teachers other than underpaid, overworked monotone mouthpieces. Turning around, till I could see his slightly wrinkled face, his receding hairline with a few thick strands of black combed over

I don't know his name, frank I think opened his mouth.,

look, James

you're the quarterback,

I'm not gonna pass you just on that." the quarter ends in three weeks, if you turn in your next essay and it's an A I'll pass you, it will show that you actually took something of value from this class.

He looked around the classroom. That kid I clipped in the hallway was still here. Though he looked oblivious to what was happening.
I " said sarcastically. Yes he said, Ethan he said as he was putting his backpack on. Yeah the guy said, would you mind helping James with his essay, I've allowed him to redo it and submit a new one. You got a 100 on every essay so why don't you give him a hand, sure he said as I looked him over, the guy had some muscle as I noticed the muscles that filled out his sweatshirt. I smiled, this was gonna be fun.