Lessons In Love
"Ugh! I can't do this!" Gojyo yelled to himself slamming his math book shut. He shoved it away from himself, disheveling the other things on his desk. Gojyo sat there for a minute, staring into space before he leaned forward to open a desk drawer. He searched blindly for a couple seconds before he pulled out a pack of Hi-Lites and a lighter. He lit the cigarette and took a long drag. He held the smoke in for a moment before blowing it out through is mouth.
Gojyo was seventeen and in twelfth grade. High school was the bane of his existence. He was already failing in math and it was only third month of the school year. No matter how hard he tried, Gojyo could never seem to do any better in the damn subject. He didn't have many friends either. Just an anti-social blonde called Sanzo and an annoying kid who trailed after him 24/7.
Gojyo sighed and stubbed out his cig. He glanced over at his math book. He sighed again, he would just have to tell his teacher that he didn't get it.
"But sir-"
"No buts, Gojyo, this is the fourth time that you've come to me saying that you didn't know to do your homework."
Gojyo let out a frustrated moan and glared into the multi-colored eyes of his teacher.
"But I really don't have a clue of what I am doing" he said this very slow, pausing between each syllable.
"Maybe if you'd actually pay attention in class then maybe you wouldn't have that problem." Said his teacher with the same slowness.
"So…you're not going to help me at all, you're just gonna sit back and watch me fail, is that what you're telling me?" He couldn't believe that his teacher wouldn't help him at all.
"Maybe you should get a tutor." His teacher said in a know-it-all tone.
"Well I might just do that considering you're no friggin' help." Gojyo said coolly before walking out of the classroom to go to lunch.