Motivation, where the hell are you ?.. Thanks for the already 18 followers peps, I couldn't really believe it ! Plus, I'm a really slow updater so I thought that no one would stick with the story... I guess I was wrong !

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I was about to leave the math classroom when I heard someone yell my name.

"Matthew !"

I turned to meet the red gaze of my mathematics teacher... What does he even what ?

"You can't go yet !.."

Oh really ?.. Well, might as well waiting here until Alfred crash in the room only to scream he is hungry and that I'm taking to long (Someone have to do his hamburgers after all.).

"There's a new rule... The other teacher are scared about your grades and all so I have to do tutoring with you and all that crappy stuff the old Brit' want me to do..."

That was new indeed. My grades were good as much as I can remember..?

You know... I see school not as hell, but as a theater scene. You are the main actor of it and the teachers well, they are the crowd. Always trying to cheer you up or to drown you down. The other students on their sides are the lines you needed to learn.

You forget one ? Oops, you're going to do a really bad permanence.

Ah... Once I'm thinking of it it's really stupid. I guess I get it from my mom... She was a respected actor before she met my father and then threw herself into important business around the world.

"Matthew..?"

"Mh..?" I softly hummed, looking back at my teacher.

"You were zoning out weren't you ?.."

I nodded and he sighed, but that didn't make him lose that cheerful grin of his.

"I was simply explaining that you'll be staying with me one hour every Friday after school to see how things are going. A bit like a psychologist ! But also for your grade !"

Great explanation...

"So, take a desk, we have..." He looked back at the clock. "47 minutes in front of us to spend !"

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I could perfectly see that he wasn't enjoying the idea of talking with me for the time remaining. His manners, his gaze, everything was screaming it.

"So, what do you want to talk about ?" I asked him as he got out some papers and pencils out of his backpack. He wrote down something and then showed me it.

'Weren't we suppose to talk about my grades..?'

"But you grades are awesome ! It's just because you hang out with Alfred and Matthias that you're here with me."

'Okay..?'

Well, even when he writes, he just deadpanned me. What was I even suppose to say ? I wasn't even expecting him to answer me ! This boy is weird... Maybe he have selective mutism ? If that,s so, it's my mission to make him have his voice back !

So... What could I say..? Think Gilbert think ! It shouldn't be that hard !

"How do you like school ?.."

Wow, that's all you had to say ..?

'It's great I guess... Though school remain school. It's like hell. Once you go in, you can never come out.'

"I agree ! Like, look at me ! I'm still in a school after all this time !"

A smile from him. Ha, I'm getting better and better now. Still, I'm intrigued on why he isn't talking. Is he simply too shy ? I'm not that intimidating...

He got out his homework and started to work on them, since we both weren't talking. I made up a small paper plane and threw it at the window. Of course, paper planes are stubborn, so mine HAD to go fly right in the middle of his forehead.

"Sorry ! I didn't meant to hurt ya !"

'No harms done, just surprise.' He smiled again, throwing me back the paper plane. Why did my flying thingy had to listen to him and not to me ?

I threw it down in my basket close to my desk and sighed. This was going to be long...

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Okay seriously, it was embarrassing to be with him. I literally had nothing to tell him. I am really not a talkative person... In every ways.

I was doing my homework, but yet he was staring at me, like if I was doing something wrong. What have I done ? Was it really that bad ?..

Each time I looked up, he shifted his gaze somewhere else, but I could see right through him that all he wanted was to know something. What was it..?

"What do you like to do in your free times Mattie?"

'A lot of reading and hockey when winter comes. Don't call me Mattie please...'

"Alright I'll stop. I never knew you were playing hockey."

'Not a lot of people does, I don't talk about it a lot...'

"Why so ?."

Was he really that stupid ? No, don't say that Matthew, that just means. Still...

'You need a drawing..?'

"Maybe I do..." He smirked.

'Oh really..?'

I rolled my eyes. Maybe if I show him why I can't... No he'll just take me as an idiot...

Or would he really ?

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Oh and you know what, I don't care anymore.

"Matthew, can I know why you never talk ?.." I asked more seriously. I wasn't going to back down now.

I saw him writes down something then I saw him opening his mouth to answer me... Except that instead of word, what seemed like painful growl were heard. He coughed then tried to catch back his lost breath. He looked back at me and showed me what he wrote.

'Because I can't...'