Chapter#2: Tutoring?
… their parents were standing there as waiting for someone.
"Hi mom! Hi Dad!" said Josh in a pitchy voice while him and Drake entered the house, their parents following behind, hands crossed and with deep frowns on their faces.
"Okay, Why are you following us like bodyguards or something?" said Drake pissed off by the way their parents followed behind.
"We are not following you both." Said Walter, the frown still marked on his face, now even deeper. "We are following you."
"But why? I have a band, but I don't need a bodyguard yet." Said Drake sarcastically, noticing the expression in her mother's face.
"Not as bodyguards Drake." Continued Walter.
"If not as bodyguards, as what?" said Drake extremely calmed.
"As your parents." Walter answered.
"Parents aren't bodyguards." Said Drake confused.
"We are not talking about bodyguards we—
"Okay, that's enough for you both!" Audrey interrupted, loosing her temper. "Drake, your Literature teacher called.
"Oh man… Did she told you about my 5th D?" whined Drake rolling his eyes.
"6th exactly." Josh said.
"Why thanks for the support." Drake said through clenched teeth.
"Yes she told us about your D's." Walter explained Drake sitting on the living room sofa, and gesturing Drake to do the same.
"Drake, we are very concerned. We know you've not always been good at school, but we have to do something." Said Audrey.
"I've tried, I mean…" replied Drake and Josh coughed. Drake gave him a threatening look.
"Your next test is soon," said Audrey. "and you need a good grade to qualify for your music scholarship.
"What does literature have to do with music?" said Drake.
"That's not the point." Walter said. "The point is we, and as we, I mean your mother and I; have decided to place you with a tutor, a certified tutor, so you can study after school."
"But what about my dates?"
"You may have to cancel them."
"And my band?"
"It will have to wait, until you get better.
"Man that's unfair." He said and walked away.
Drake was furious. He had to loose his dates, the girls, delay his band, the gigs, all for school.
As he walked to his room, images of tutors not unlike Mrs. Hayfron were flashing through his mind. And only one phrase he once said came to him:
"I wish I had an act for school."