A/N: Hello :) So basically I've got this idea and I thought it'd be fun to write. This idea does resemble the episode of Zoey 101, but please note that my story will be different. This is a short story, so I'm guessing... maybe 5 chapters(?) Not more. PLEASE remember to review at the end. Thanking you in advance for reading.

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Note: Also, I'm not to fond of the title, so if you have any better ideas, let me know please. You will be credited :)

Teach Me Tonight

Prologue.

Sonny's point of view.

"Sonny, you can add this to your collection."

I groaned when I heard Ms. Bitterman's voice as she passed back our recent test. I didn't even want to look at what I got. I'm almost positive that I failed... again. I buried my face into my hands, afraid to look at my test that was placed in front of me. I took a small peek and sighed. 42 percent, great. I told you I'd fail.

You know what sucks the most? Being the stupidest person in your math class. Although Zora was only eleven, she was very intelligent. Tawni surprisingly, does very well in school. She was always getting in the 80's. Even Nico and Grady would get average marks, 60 to 70 percent. Me on the other hand, would fail. When I was lucky, I'd get in the 50's, which is barely a pass.

I don't know even know what my mom is going to say. Whenever you fail a test, you had to get your parents to sign it. We've written six tests this year, and I've only passed two of them. I wasn't listening to the teacher anymore. I was officially depressed. She was going over the answers but I didn't care. It's not like I'm going to get it this way anyhow. I'll just get the answers form Tawni later on.

"One more thing I'd like to add before you are dismissed," Ms. Bitterman was reminding us about some things that I didn't know nor cared about, but what did catch my attention was when she said my name, "And Sonny, I'd like to speak to you after class." Oh great, what did she want now? To rub it in my face some more that I'm a useless excuse of a human? I hate my life.

The bell rung, and my friends ran out of the classroom as if it were about to explode. I slowly gathered my stuff and left my bag on my desk and dragged my feet towards Ms. Bitterman.

"Ah Sonny," here we go again, "We've got a serious problem." Ya think?

"Ms. Bitterman, I'm sorry. I know I can do better, it's ju-" I was beginning to ramble and I felt like a complete idiot.

"Sonny, stop. That was the last test of the year." Oh, well that was good news. But, she continued, "it's already the end of May and exams are at the end of June." Crap, I forgot all about exams. They're worth 30 percent of our final mark! "Sonny, if you fail the exam, you will fail my class. Did you know that?" How was I suppose to know that?

I opened my month but Ms. Bitterman cut me off, "Do you know what that means?" I simply shock my head, "It means Sonny, that if you fail grade 11 math, and will have to take it again next year while your classmates move on to math 12."

"What? That's not fair!" Was this women joking? No way am I going to do grade 11 math during my senior year of high school. "Ms. Bitterman there's gotta be something I can do?" I'll pretty much do anything. Do you know how embarrassing it would be if I had to repeat math 11.

She had on this really creepy look, as if she had come up with some clever. "I'm getting you a tutor." Nope, definitely not clever.

"Excuse me?" Was this some kind of sick joke?

"I've already spoken to your mother about it and she agrees. One of my top students will be help you prepare for your exam." No way, does she know how embarrassing that is? No, I refuse.

"No way Miss, no thank you."

"Sonny you have no choice. You need help or you will-"

"Fail, yeah I know. But, I mean, can't you tutor me instead?" It would surely be less humiliating.

"I'm afraid I can't. You know how busy I am." It was true, Ms. Bitterman not only taught math to So Random!, but also to Mackenzie Falls, the boys from the gladiator show and the girls from Meal or No Meal.

I think I kept complaining for a good ten minutes, but she made up her mind. I was getting tutored by someone else. A fellow student. Kill me.

"This is humiliating." I don't understand. Math was the only thing I seem to be bad at. I'm passing every other class with flying colors. Even French class! But with math, the numbers just seem to confuse me. Ugh, did I mention my life sucks? I can't wait for summer.

I finally gave in, I knew I wasn't going to win this battle, "Fine. Fine, I'll get tutored."

"Excellent. Sonny, you better take this seriously." All I did was nod, I wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. I heard the second bell ring and I was now late for history. I heard behind me the next class come in. "We'll meet here after school today, alright?"

"Yes Ms. Bitterman." I was now more depressed then I was before. I turned around and saw the snobby casts of Mackenzie Falls enter the classroom. I just wanted this day to end.

~x~

Chad's point of view

I swaggered my way to class as I winked at every possible good looking girl that came my way. I had math class next, what a joke. I walked over to my desk and noticed someone's bag on it. How dare they! I was ready to yell at whom ever's bag it belonged too when something caught my attention. Sonny. Walking my way with her face towards the ground. She looked as if she were upset. I tried to push the idea of me caring and said, "So, this is your stuff on my desk. Get it off, now."

She looked at me and our eyes met. She was sad. "Oh, sorry Chad." Was this for real? She didn't even attempt to make a sarcastic remark back. Before I could say anything else, she was out the door and the old hag of a teacher told me to take my seat.

"Before class begins, I have a few announcements to make." Ms. Bitterman says. What a name. She was bitter and I swear she might be a man. She wasn't even human. I mean, have you seen her feet? Good lord, one was huge and the other, not so much. I took out my text book, and made it stand up on my desk. I pulled out my phone and started texting behind it.

"And Chad, I'd like to speak to you after class." Please, you must be worthy enough to talk to Chad Dylan Cooper, but if I had told her that, I think I'd get in trouble. I was after all a 'good' guy. I build houses for dogs, remember?

Class flew by very quickly. I cleaned up my stuff as the bell rang. It was now lunch time and I had to go see what Ms. Bitter-man wanted. Probably another autograph for her "niece" or something. I bet she secretly keeps them for herself. Who has 16 nephews and 13 nieces?

"Oh Chad, I almost forgot about you." Really? Really! I could of left the class and she wouldn't have notice. Ugh, FML.

"Chad, you are my top student." Of course I was, I was pretty much getting 100 in this class. I flashed my famous smirk, "I need you to do something for me." Yeah right, who does she think I am? Zac Efron. Pfft. "I have a struggling student who needs help." Help? I wasn't the kids help phone now.

"What do you mean?"

"I need you to be a tutor." I think I laughed for a good 20 minutes when those words slipped out of Ms. Bitterman's mouth.

"Ha, good one teach. Me? Tutor? Good one." I pretend to wipe away a tear from my eye, "No seriously, what do you want me to do?"

"Chad, please. We need you."

"W.I.I.F.C.?" She looked at me as if I had ten heads or something. I answered her mental question and said, "what's in it for me?"

I noticed how nervous she got, her eyes were roaming around the room. I didn't have all day! "The pride and joy knowing that you helped a student retrieving they're goal." Was she for real? Obviously she hasn't met me before. My phone vibrated and I got a text from Portlyn. She informed me that they were serving escargots today in the commissary and Ms. Bitterman was rambling on about God knows what. Probably tutoring. Who knows? Who cares? I certainly don't.

I finally gave in to shut the women up, "Alright Miss B, I'll do." I sighed, I'm going to regret this, I know it.

"Wonderful!" She got up from behind her desk and pushed me out the door, "I'm late for lunch, so I shall see you after school!" With that she ran off.

"Oh wait, I forgot to ask-" I called out but she was gone. Damn it, I forgot to ask who was the poor sucker that needed my help.

So, yeah.. That's pretty much a little preview. I'm hoping to get enought reviews to inspire me to keep going. I would really like to write this, but in order to do that, I need to know that you'll be reading. Good and bad comments are all accepted.

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