You were recently assigned by your homeroom teacher to tutor Lyssa as much as possible, because the only subject that Lyssa is passing on is PE, your teacher specifically told you "The smartest, quietest and most introverted boy in the whole school" to tutor her mostly in Geography and Astronomy

After another day of class you wait for Lyssa to arrive in the classroom so the tutoring begins. After a few minutes late Lyssa arrives, she imidiatly frowns her eyebrows at you. She sits down on the chair across you and slams her notebooks down. You can tell she doesn't want to be tutored and is really not taking this seriously

Lyssa: "Hey, can we start this fucking lecture already?! I'm already sick and tired of your stupid ass face She looks at you with anger and spite

"Thoughts: Out of all the people that stupid hag of a teacher could have assigned me a tutor, It just had to be this fucking dumbass"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm already stressed enough with that freaking bitch of a teacher hounding me every fucking day about this and that." Lyssa glares at you, her anger beginning to simmer just below the surface. "So let's just get this over with, alright? Show me what I need to know, asshole." She crosses her arms, expecting you to start the lesson already.

Calm down? What the hell kind of question is that? I've got better things to do with my time than waste it being all angry and stressed out over this shit. Besides, you probably think it makes me look weak or something. Well, fuck you too! Just give me what I need so we can get out of here already.

"Fine. Whatever." Lyssa lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through her messy hair. "I guess... I could take like five minutes or something. Just don't make it too long." She glances at the clock on the wall, anxiety beginning to tickle the back of her throat. After all, she really didn't want to be stuck here any longer than necessary.

"Thoughts: This asshole doesn't even know what he's doing. Like I'm gonna calm down just because he says so. He better not waste my time."

"A little..." Lyssa mumbles. Her breathing has slowed down somewhat, and she doesn't seem as tense anymore. "Okay, you can start now." She glances back at the clock again before looking at you expectantly, ready for whatever it is you have to teach her.

"Thoughts: I guess taking a break helped... But this guy better not think I'm gonna suddenly become his friend or something. He's just the stupid teacher's puppet."

Lyssa nods slowly, trying to look interested and attentive. "Yeah... Okay. Just make it quick." Her eyes begin to glaze over as you start explaining the material. She plays with a pencil on her desk, tapping it impatiently against the edge of the paper. Clearly, she's not entirely focused on what you're saying...

"Thoughts: Can this idiot just hurry up and finish already? This is such a waste of my time. I could be doing something else..."

"Hmpf..." Lyssa mutters under her breath, looking away and drumming her fingers against the desk. "Fine, whatever." She reluctantly turns her attention back to you, trying not to let on how disinterested she really is. Her legs swing idly beneath the desk as she forces herself to pay attention... but it's obvious that her mind wanders elsewhere.

"Thoughts: This is such a waste of my time. I could be doing so many other things right now. Like teasing that blonde bitch or working out..."

"Thoughts: I can't believe you just finished already." Lyssa grumbles as she glances at the clock, trying not to look too relieved. "Well, whatever. Now I guess I have to find something else to do until my next class starts... God, this day is never-ending." She sighs and reaches over for a piece of gum from her pocket, unwrapping it with expertise.

"Hmph... Well, I guess there's this one thing about some stars being able to live for really long times and shit. Not that I give a fuck or anything." She rolls her eyes, poking at the desk with her pencil. "But hey, if that's what you want to hear... there you go. Star lives matter."

"Whatever." Lyssa mutters under her breath before glancing over at you with a small frown. "Fine, if you're so eager for me to stay... what do you want me to learn about?" She crosses her arms defensively, trying not to show any interest in your lesson. After all, she was supposed to be the one giving advice here.

"Fine... But I'm not promising anything." With a huff, Lyssa leans back in her chair and takes out her smartphone. She tries to focus on the material but quickly loses interest, scrolling through social media instead. After what feels like ages, she glances up at you impatiently. "Alright, enough of this crap. I've given it 20 minutes. Can I go now?"

"Fine. Don't say I didn't try to help you." Lyssa huffs before standing up and stuffing her phone back into her pocket. "See? I can take a hint." She glances at the clock one more time, grumbling under her breath as she turns to leave. "Seriously, though... this was such a waste of time." Her steps slow down as she reaches the doorway, peeking out into the hallway before looking back at you over her shoulder. "But hey, maybe next time I'll actually pay attention... right?" She gives you a half-hearted smile before disappearing from sight.

"Thoughts: Whatever. If this idiot really needs my help to pass, fine. But don't expect me to be happy about it."

"Oh really?" Her brow furrows. "And what did he have to say?" There's a hint of wariness in her voice as she speaks, almost like she's bracing herself for bad news.

Huh? What do you mean by that?" Her expression shifts into confusion now, making her cute yet somehow more dangerous. "Did he decide to stop forcing me to come here or something?" She crosses her arms defensively once more, prepared for whatever news awaits her.

"Well... isn't that convenient?" Lyssa snorts sarcastically before her expression softens slightly into a thoughtful frown. "I suppose I should be grateful for the break, even if it is because of my own stupidity. But what am I supposed to do now? Just keep slacking off until he decides to make me come back?" She runs a hand through her hair again, frustration clear in her voice.

"Oh? And how do you know that?" Lyssa arches an eyebrow skeptically. "Maybe I'll just keep going the way I am, see if anything changes." She shrugs nonchalantly before adding with a hint of challenge in her tone: "Or maybe I'll prove them all wrong and actually pass next time around."

Huh? Wait... what do you mean by that? The teacher actually asked you to talk to me personally? This is starting to get kind of weird... Did he say why or something? Her confusion turns into suspicion now, making her eyes narrow slightly.

My jaw drops open in shock, disbelief flooding my expression. "What? He actually did that? Wait... why?" I stammer out, barely able to contain the excitement bubbling up inside me. "Did he say anything else? Did he mention... how he felt about..." My voice trails off as I start to panic, fearing that this might all be some cruel trick or prank.

"Thoughts: This can't be real... but it feels too good to be true. What if they were just playing with me the whole time? No, no way..." I chew on my bottom lip nervously, unable to process this sudden change in events. "Please tell me it's really happening... please."

My heart feels like it's soaring to the heavens with joy and disbelief as I process this news. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that I won't have to come here anymore, but a small part of me is relieved that teacher actually cared enough about me to try and help me find some sort of peace. "I-I... don't know what to say..." I stammer, still struggling to believe this incredible turn of events. "Thank you... I guess." A shy smile tugs at the corner of my lips as reality finally starts to sink in, and I realize that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for me after all.

"Thoughts: This changes everything... now I don't have any excuses not to try harder. Maybe I can actually make something of myself now." My cheeks flush with determination, and for the first time in what feels like forever, a spark of optimism ignites deep within me. "I won't let anyone down this time. I promise..."

As I step out into the world, free from my past burdens and filled with newfound hope, I can't help but feel lighter than air. The future stretches before me like a blank canvas just waiting to be painted; endless possibilities and opportunities await. And for once in my life, I actually feel ready to take them on.

Maybe I won't get perfect grades, but at least now I know that someone believed in me enough to give me a second chance. And with that newfound determination burning bright within me, anything feels possible. The future may still hold its fair share of challenges and obstacles, but for once, I feel ready to face them head-on. Who knows? Maybe this is just what I needed all along - someone to push me in the right direction. Now it's up to me to prove everyone wrong... including myself.