A/N: Okay, I'm sorry it's been awhile… School's hard… And I've been working on updating my other story too (It would be way cool if you checked it out ;) So, yeah, I'm sorry it took so long to update this. Please don't be mad or anything… *Offers marshmallows* Ily guys 3
"You'll need a tutor." Mr. Drake, my Chemistry teacher pulled my aside after class.
"Excuse me?" I say, hoping I misheard. I know I'm not doing too great in all of my classes, but still…
"Dean, if you want to pass this semester, I suggest you get help. As a matter of fact I think I have just the person. How about after school tomorrow, you come around to my room and you two can meet up- discuss making a schedule that will work for the two of you."
"Great," I say, not too pleased. Just my luck, I'll get some pimply nerd… I wrinkle my nose.
"I know you're not too pleased with this situation, Mr. Winchester, but I strongly," he said, in that tone adults use when they're all business, no shit, "Suggest you take this valuable opportunity and use it to your advantage. I will be assigning one of my top students to you."
"Okay… I'll be here. Tomorrow. Until when?"
"From dismissal until five o'clock. It can be your first study session."
"Joy."
"Mr. Winchester, this is your ticket to graduation. If you can't pass basic chemistry, you'll be held back. This is your life raft. I expect you'll treat it as such. This student is doing this for extra credit- I already spoke to them about it- and if at any point, they find that you are becoming an issue for their personal or academic lives, they can just come to me. And do you know what I will do? I'll give them the credit and let them walk away. You won't pass, you'll get held back, and I don't think you want that, so I suggest you treat them with the utmost respect."
"Yes sir." I say. I hate this, but if this is what it's gonna take to pass, then it's worth it. I can handle this.
"Glad to hear it." He smacks my back playfully, "Now scat! You're gonna be late for class."
-666-
"So, you're getting a tutor?" Charlie asked, walking down the hall with me, her elbow locked with mine.
"Yeah…" I pout, "It sucks."
She giggled, bumping me playfully with her shoulder, "Nah, it's not too bad. How about," She said, suddenly stopping, spinning me to face her, and grabbing my shoulders, "I take you out for ice cream after, and you can tell me all about your new tutor." She winked at me, eliciting a few catcalls and wolf-whistled from onlookers.
"Right." I say, still grinning.
Suddenly, Charlie's eyes go wide and she groans, looking over my shoulder at someone behind me, "Aw, the wicked witch has arrived," She said, using her favorite nickname for my girlfriend, "Seeya Ponyboy."
I flush at the nickname. Ever since she came over my house for a sleepover and caught me watching the sun set from my room, she's taken to calling me Ponyboy- like that kid from the outsiders. I turn around to see Lisa marching tward me.
She's a year older than me, and I have no idea how I managed that one… But she was a junior and I was a sophmore when we started dating- I had just broken up with my first girlfriend, and I was pretty broken up about it, the way you always are with the first person you're ever with… Anyway, I was on the varsity football team- I still am- and she was the head cheerleader. I was the quarterback with the awesome hair and she was the hot chick with the rich daddy. Your stereotypical cliche highschool power couple. I never really had any feeling for her, romantically or… Otherwise. I guess there wasn't much of a personality to fall for.
She's mad, and I know why. I was talking to Charlie, who she hates. And Chuck, and Anna, and Gabe, and Jo, who she hates. I guess when she first stumbled upon me, playing catch with Jo after football practice was over- when she discovered I had a "golden arm", as she calls it- I was a loser, content in my loser-ness. I still act like one, she says (despite me having more friends than she does) and if I want to treat me like I'm special, I gotta act the part. Or something…
"-And, I just wish you would listen when I ask you not to hang out with those guys!" She's saying, making a huge scene and drawing attention, as usual.
"Lisa, baby, those guys are my friends. It's fine, right? As long as it doesen't affect us?" I step forward, offering a hug. She accepts, and the 'aww's and 'so cute's ensue.
"Yeah," She mumbles against my shoulder, "I just want to make sure you have your prioroties in order, you know."She sighs, "I worry about you."
"I know." I say, rubbing her back
"I love you, Dean."
"I love you, too, Lisa."
A/N: Okay, so I'm literally freaking the fuck out right now- I just finished season nine of spn and just ASGKJFLKJSKD AHH I CANT ... But other than that, everything's kind of smooth, exCEPT THAT MY PC CRASHED SO YEAH. JOY. I'll try to update at least weekly, for both stories, but I think the Deanxoc one is going to be my first prioroty right now... Yeah. And I'm sorry but Lisa's gonna be a shallow, underhanded bitch in this story- PLEASE DONT HATE ME I ACTUALLY KINDA LIKE HER- I JUST NEED A TEMPORARY ANTAGONIST. Soooooo I'll see ya'll laterrrr plz leave me some reviews to look at ;)