Brant gave a quiet laugh as he took the people behind Nathan's paper. He looked over everyone and noticed they were done. "Alright." He stood up. "Read a book and don't die. I'm going to grade your papers."
"But what if I want too? This class makes me want to jump out the window." Nathan grumbled. His head hurt from that quiz. And soon his ass would when his mother saw his grades and beat him.
"If anyone's jumping out the window, it's going to be me." Brant replied, sitting into his spinny chair and kicking his feet up onto his desk. Brant moved the papers onto a book in his lap and started to grade them. It would be a few minutes till class went out for the day, but he needed to speak to a student for a few minutes after class.
Nathan snickered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started playing the new mario kart game. He silently cursed at the controls. They were all out of wack. But she still played, even competing against a few other classmates.
The bell rang loudly and Brant stood back up. "I'll finish grading them tonight and hand them out in class tomorrow." He announced heading to Nathan's desk as everyone filed out. "Please stay after class for a bit, I need to talk to you about your quiz."
Nathan packed his things as the bell rang. He groaned as Mr. Michelson approached him. He shouldered his bag and walked to his desk. "We both know I failed it. What more do we need to talk about?"
"Well," Brant started. "I think you might need a tutor."
As much as he loved teaching, he did not want Nathan's mother to come in again and yell at him for not teaching her son.
Nathan frowned. "I can't afford a tutor." He crossed his arms. "I'll be fine. I'll just cry. That's worked for me before."
"No, you don't understand. Your mother is going to kill me if you don't get your grades up. I'm too young to die." Brant looked desperate. "At least come to my room for lunches so I can help you."
"She won't kill you. She's not that insane. Though that might be better than other things. Maybe you should hope that she'd kill you." Nathan sighed. "Yeah, fine, whatever. Can i go now? I would like to get my chores done that were supoosed to be done last night but I didn't do them. I really dont want my mom to beat my ass again."
"Alright, and language. The school day may be over, but you're still in school." He gave a small cough than went and started to pack his bags. He would do the rest of grading at home and eat candy, as an adult does.
"Pft, you're close enough to my age that its fine." Nathan shrugged it off. He walked out of the classroom. "See you tomorrow. Maybe."
Brant rolled his eyes and pulled on his bag, pouch opened so he could go to the office and grab his food from the shared fridge.
Nathan drove home and quickly finished his chores. He did a piss poor job but at most it would only be yelling. He sat at the kitchen table as he oulled out his homework. He wasn't really interested in any of it and kept zoning out. He eventually fell asleep, only to wake up to his mother's yelling. He sighed and prenteded to kisten until she had finished. He got ready for bed and laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling
(Time skip?)
(next day to lunch maybe?)
(Sure)
(alright)
(Do wanna start ir want me too?)
(Can you?)
(Yeah)
Nathan barged into physics class, lunch in his hand. "Well hello there." He sat on mr. Michelson's desk. "So whats the agenda today?"
"Well first off, not running into my room like you want to get arrested with breaking and entering." Brent raised an eyebrow, munching on a chip.
Nathan snorted. "Nothings broken. No harm no foul." He started munching on his lunch. "So what are we doing?" He asked with a mouth full of food
"Alrighty, first off we have mechanics." Brent started, pulling out a workbook and pointing at a diagram. "So, we're going to do this…" He went on for the rest of lunch.
Nathan half listened. He stared off into space, embarrassingly thinking about mr. Michelson. His thoughts had him blushing a soft pink color. He shouldn't think about his teacher this way. Oh well, nothing would ever go anywhere.
The bell rang.
"Oh shit, that's the bell." He swore. "Alright, I'll see you in last period." Brent dusted off his pants as he stood up.
"Language mister." Nathan stuck his tongue at him. He packed his stuff and headed out the door. "Try not to miss me too much."
"I doubt I will." He called out, pulling up his next period's lesson on the computer. "Alright, here we are…" Brant muttered, mind going back to Nathan. Hey, I'm not that old… I'm twenty three… But he's seventeen…. Gods I'm old.
