Parker

Matt stood there, smirking at me as I stared with a dumbfounded look upon my face. There was no fucking way I was going to be scheduled a period zero and have to put up with Matt the entire time. Nope. No fucking way.

“Uh, Mrs. Harmon,” I started pulling my eyes away from Matt. “It’s says on my paper that I’m supposed to be paired with a - um…” Fuck. What was her name? I glanced at my paper, “Hayden.”

Matt cleared his throat and I suddenly got the urge to punch him in the throat. “Hayden was feeling a little overwhelmed with all of the people she is tutoring. It seems as though she’s been overbooked plus she’s taking all those classes getting ready for college. So, I told her I would help since I’m down to only five classes. We got it approved already with the senior counselor. She said she would email you.”

“Okay, we’ll just let me take a look,” she moves around to her computer and I glare at Matt while I have the chance. He smiles at me and his dimples appear which only make me madder.

“You did this on purpose,” I whisper.

“History is my best subject,” Matt tells me. God, I just want to slap the dimples off his face.

“Well, I have the email right here. So, you’re good to go, Matthew. Thank you for helping a fellow senior out. Miss Stevens, you and Matthew will be working together every morning until I receive an email from Mr. Hill confirming he’s happy with your History grade.” She scribbles something down on a piece of paper and hands it to me. “You’re to start tomorrow morning. Here is your pass for your gym teacher to explain why you are late. Have a good day, you two.”

I turn and walk out of the room without another word. Matt was my tutor? Are you fucking kidding me? Of all the people in this God damn school Matt had to be my fucking tutor? Seriously?!

“Gym, huh? Damn I bet you look good in that uniform.” Matt said, coming up from behind me.

“Go away,” I groan and then I turn to him. “Why in the hell are you doing this? What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing?” He gives me a look like I'm out of line for asking.

“You have a girlfriend. I have a boyfriend, so please leave me alone.” I roll my eyes. Matt doesn’t reply, but keeps walking beside me. “I’m surprised she even stayed with you.”

“Yeah, well, Vanessa and I have been through a lot.” He tells me.

A laugh escapes my lips and I feel relieved when the gym doors are in view. “You’ve been through a lot and yet you still cheat on her. Wow.”

“You’re a bitch, you know that?” Matt shakes his head.

I stop abruptly and turn to him, “I’m a bitch? Really? You’re going to go there?” I lower my voice, “you slept with me and didn’t even bother telling me you had a girlfriend.”

“Calm down, sweet-cheeks. I kind of like that you’re a bitch. I think it’s hot.” I rolled my eyes.“Also,” he continued, “you knew I was dating someone the second time we fucked so don’t act like you’re that much better than me.” And with a wink he turned and began walking away.

I stood there for a moment, before mentally screaming. I entered the gym and headed straight for the locker rooms. Fuck, he infuriated me so much. I pulled on my Huntington Beach High School shirt and gym shorts before walking out into the gym and towards my teacher. I handed her the note and then continued doing laps with the rest of the class. Laps were good, I could take my frustration out on running. I liked to run, it helped clear my head and god damn, that’s exactly what I needed right now.

Running always made me feel better, but by the end of the class not only was I exhausted but I was still pissed off. I stomped my way to my car and angrily drove home.

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The next morning when I woke I was still pissed off, and even more so now that I had to wake an hour earlier than usual. I took a hot shower, hoping it would ease my migraine. No such luck.
“Just one hour,” I reminded myself. One hour and then I wouldn’t have to deal with his shit anymore. Until Monday anyway. Fuck, I had to get my history grade up quick. There was no way I would be able to do this for the rest of the semester. Or worse, the remainder of the school year.

I arrive to period zero right as the bell rings, and surprise, surprise – Matt’s not here. “Fucking great,” I mumbled opening my bag and pulling out my history book. Fucking figures I get stuck with the pervert tutor that doesn’t even show up.

“You won’t be needing that,” I hear behind me. Matt appears half a second later with a cup of coffee in his hand.

I rolled my eye. “It’s about time you showed up,” I snap.

He sets the coffee down in front of me. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Had a late night so I stopped for coffee. This one is yours.”

I arch a brow, looking at the coffee and then to him. “What?”

“I got you coffee,” he repeated.

“Why?”

Matt sat in the chair opposite of me. “If you don’t want it…”

I grab it just as he does. Actually coffee sounded really good right now. “So, why wont I need this?” I ask motioning to my history book and homework.

“Were supposed to be spend the first day getting to know each other.And then tomorrow your
actual tutoring begins,” Matt explains.

I rolled my eyes. “That doesn't make sense.”

“Sure it does,” replied Matt. “Like the first day of school when instead of doing school work you just kind of have a blow off day to get to know your teachers and classmate. Well, I'm your teacher and you're my student so,” he winks, “let's get to know each other.”

“Oh, my god!” I groan. “I'm good on that. Can you please just help me?”

Matt looked at me briefly before grabbing my history homework from my hands. He laid it on the table in front of him and then began searching his bookbag. He pulls out a pen and absentmindedly pulls the cap off with his teeth before looking back down at my homework. I watch him, suddenly feeling vulnerable as he began to make marks on my paper without saying another word.

“How did you become a tutor anyways? I thought you'd be a little to busy with your band and your girlfriend,” I comment.

“Thought you weren't interested in talking?” Matt said without looking up from my paper. He makes another mark on it and I groan inwardly. This is so embarrassing. I wasn't really interested in speaking to him. I just wanted to distract him from how stupid I must look by failing history. “This is all wrong,” he hands me the worksheet back.

I groan as I look at the homework which is now covered in marks of red pen. “Don't worry, Medusa,” he smiled as he grabs his bag and stands from his seat. “You can't have both brains and beauty.”

“Hey!” I call as he begins to walk away. My sudden outburst causes half of the students to give me a dirty look. I smile at them and mouth an apology before looking back at Matt who has an amused grin on his face. “Where are you going?” I asked in a quitter voice. We still had forty-five minutes left.

Matt shrugged. “You don't want to do what we're supposed to do on the first day so I'm going to go find something else to do.”

He walked out of the room and I looked down at my red mark covered homework before glancing back up to the door in which Matt had just vanished. Was he serious? What the fuck was wrong with him? He's supposed to be helping me. Telling me my homework is wrong and then leaving isn't helping! God, he infuriated me so much with his hazel eyes and dimples. I'm going to speak to Mrs. Harmon as soon as I could and get my tutor switched. There was no fucking way I would be able to work this out with him. He is such an asshole.

What did he say? You can't have brains and beauty? And what had he called me? Medusa? What the fuck did that mean?

I glanced back up at the door before nibbling at my lip. I shoved my history homework into my backpack and then got up, exiting the room.

Notes

Is Parker going to run after Matt or is she going to go do something else? Maybe go ask for a different tutor? We'll see! Until then, thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Thanks to Cheyenne16, Hollie, BuiltForSyn, MeRi, Kimmie and g0ldenheart_rebelfist for commenting!

Title credit: Avenged Sevenfold "Sidewinder"