I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind
All these words I hear in my mind
All this music, and it breaks my heart.
~*.*~
You're kidding me. You're absolutely kidding me.
That was the only thing going through my mind when I found out what my detention was... I had to tutor this newbie in English? What if he was a jock? What if he wanted to beat me up? What if he was so dense that it was impossible to teach him anything? And of course, all my fears were realized. He was a blonde, dyslexic football player. Could my job get any harder?
He was at my doorstep at five. I answered the door, reluctantly, exhausted from Cheerios practice and not in the mood to teach anyone anything.
"Hey, you're... Kurt?" he smiled shyly. "Hey, I'm Sam. Thanks for doing this, man, I could really use the help."
He tossed his hair out of his face. It annoys the shit out of me when boys do that. As I led him upstairs, he seemed to be taking inventory of my house. That annoyed me too. This kid really annoyed me, and I had known him for less than five minutes.
"So... what do you want to do first?" I asked, my mind elsewhere.
"Um, well, I have this essay," he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his back pocket and handed it to me. "I need help editing it."
I skimmed the paper over quickly, and my mouth dropped open. It couldn't even decipher one sentence, his spelling has so atrocious. For a second, I almost felt bad for him, but then I remembered he was the reason I couldn't go to the mall with Mercedes that afternoon, and went right back to being annoyed.
"...alright, well..." How was I going to say this? "Why don't you, uh, let me work on it, kay?"
He nodded, and slumped back in his chair. Then he started whistling. I dunno what he was whistling, but I was trying to decode his paper, and it was not. helping. I was really starting to hate this kid.
"Hey Kurt?"
It took all my willpower not to slam my fist down on the desk. "Yes?"
"Are you done with that math worksheet?" he nodded to my unfinished Algebra 2 homework.
"...obviously not, why?"
"Well, I was thinking, since you're helping me with my spelling, maybe I can help you with your math? I'm actually really good at math."
"Sure, whatever," I said, crossing out what felt like the 50th B and replacing it with a D.
"Alright, done," he said after five minutes. He was smiling proudly, waving the worksheet at me. I checked it quickly, and to my utter astonishment, all the answers were correct. The loathing I held for this boy dissolved slightly.
"Thanks," I said, attempting a smile.
"No problem." He smiled again.
He's actually kind of adorable.
I shook that thought out of my head immediately. He was annoying as hell, and he was getting in the way of me going to the mall, and I absolutely loathed him.
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Song: "Fidelity" by Regina Spektor.