AN: my first fanfic ever, so I'm going to apologize for any grammar mistake.
I don't own The Hunger Games, Mrs. Collins does.
-Boy, I thought I had made myself clear. - Mr. Abernathy it's looking at me with a disappointed face, and I hate it. But what can I do, I'm not good at history all those dates and "important stuff" that happened to let us be living here, I don't care about that, what's done it's done.
-I told you that if you keep failing the tests you were going to fail the subject and that will lead you to summer school, and if I remember correctly it's your last summer in high school. Do you want to spend your last summer in school?- He's asking me like if I'm a little kid who doesn't understand what he's talking about or something, maybe he's really worried about me. I know he is, he's pretty much like an uncle to me; he and my dad are best friends, since like ever.
-No, I don't want to spend my last summer in school. I swear I studied and try and everything and… - I ran my fingers through my hair like every time I'm mad or nervous.
Yeah give me an algebra test and I can resolve every single problem, and it's not to brag but I can make an A plus, but history no, that's not my thing. -Do you think I'm happy failing your tests? Have you heard what my mother has told me?
-Well try harder. And don't even think about what your mother says, I've told you this a thousand times she's just... - but I stopped listened to Haymitch the moment I turn my head to the door and watch her past by, she's so beautiful and flawless. Today she's in her purple cheerleading outfit that makes her wavy blonde hair and those pretty blue eyes of hers look sparkling and - hey Mellark- I'm back to earth at the sound of Haymitch clapping right in front of my face- that's what got in to you? She's the reason why you can't stop drooling in my class? Well just talk to the damn girl all ready- now I'm pissed and scowling, Delly's not the reason I'm failing in history, yeah maybe it's the only class I have with her this year and yeah maybe, just maybe I get a little distracted when she waives her hair or when she talks; but that doesn't mean that I'm failing because of her. I think I would still be failing if I hadn't had this class with her, I just hate history.
-She's not the reason I'm failing ok, Haymitch. And it's not simple to go and talk to her.- I mumbled the last part like if I was speaking to myself but he did hear me saying it and he starts laughing.
-Boy, you talk to half the school, I think you could tell me the names of every guy and girl you share classes with, you're the most easy going and the most friendly guy I've met here, I think you're the only one I like in this school - I was starting to blush a bit until he ended his speech- and don't forget about how handsome you are- with this he winked at me at started laughing again seeing my reaction which was a very uncomfortable face. - I'm just messing with you, but I meant every word I say, you can talk to her she's just a girl she's not going to bite you.–
Now here's where he's wrong. I have tried to talk to her since the 8th grade. Delly and I live next door, and we were best friends when we were little, but when we got into the 7th grade we grew apart she spent more time with girls, and got into the cheerleading squat; while I was spending time with my new friends Tresh and Finnick, playing football with my brothers or painting. And since we didn't share any classes together we eventually stopped talking. It was ok for me at first, I had new friends and she seemed happy, but then I started to miss her and miss spending time with her, and by the time I realized I liked her more than a friend it was too late she was dating some dude of the football team. Since then I haven't had the courage to talk to her, just a hi and bye now and then, she broke up with the guy and dated another one and went back single again. I dated girls of course, they were nice but they weren't Delly so it never seemed to work.
-It's not that simple Haymitch, we haven't talk in 4 years and that's not even the point, we're here for my history test. remember? -Right, right we will talk about that later, maybe with Ryan- No! My dad and Haymitch together were ok, but having a conversation about the girl you like with your father its awkward enough without having a drunk Haymitch (who was always drunk except in school hours, that's why you always see him mad and scowling, except maybe when I'm with him) around to make fun of my love life. He then starts to laugh for the third time at my speechless face. - I'm just joking you know that, you're just so easy to mess with. But yeah you're right let's get into business. I call you for two reasons, the first one, as you know, you failed my last test but I'm going to make an exception and it's only because it's you, and not failing you at this test, but here's the catch and the reason number two, you have to go to tutoring lessons.-
What?! he's got to be kidding me, I'm a junior in high school, I suppose to be having fun, go out with my friends, not going to tutoring lessons or working at the family bakery; well maybe that's not really a problem I actually like to work there, as long as my mother's not in the same shift as I am.
- I'm going to assign you one of my best students and I will inform you when and where it's your first lesson, of course if you're ok with it. You have something to say kid?- The way he's asking the question it's implying how mad he actually is and how serious he's talking about this and also that I should have nothing to say and just nod. So that's what I do, I guess I don't have other choice. - I've nothing to say Haymitch and thanks I know you're worried about me.
-You got that right boy, I know you're young and want to have fun and figure out a way to talk to the Carthwright girl, but first things first. You have to past this subject and prove your mom wrong you hear me.- I nod again -Yes Haymitch- and with a shake of his head he's giving this conversation an end, so I turn away towards the door and before I leave the room he yells at me. -And it's Mr. Abernathy for you Mellark, don't start being haughty with me.- And with a smile on my face and a shake of my head I leave my history classroom.