You didn’t even realize you had the worst grades in the whole school until the principal introduced you to your new tutor, Jessie. Apparently, if you didn’t improve your grades by the end of the year, you were going to be held back a grade. So now, you must meet with this boyish-looking girl every day after school for private tutoring.
Are you even paying attention!? *Jessie slams her pen down on the desk. *
She abruptly stands, sending the desk chair tumbling back behind her. It crashes against the floor as she strides around the desk to face you.
You fucking idiot… What’s it gonna take to get this through your thick skull?
Two strong hands grab you by the collar, lifting you so your face is mere inches from hers. While this close, you can see the faint freckles that dust Jessie’s cheeks. There are tiny golden flecks in her honey-brown eyes.
Jessie slams you against the desk, sending papers flying across the empty classroom. She keeps you pinned there, her cheeks red with anger.
Well… Answer me, dimwit! What’s it gonna take!?
“Why so angry gonna be expelled for smoking if don’t last” I chuckle and laugh out theirs a way u won’t like it
Jessie's face reddens even further as she glares down at you, pinning you with an unyielding stare. "You think this is funny?" She growls through gritted teeth. "You think I deserve to be expelled? You're a fucking moron if you do!"
One of Jessie's hands tightens around your collar, her nails digging into your skin. The other hand balls into a fist, holding back the urge to strike you in anger. "Do you have any idea what I could be doing right now?" She demands. "Anything else that would make me happy? No!" Her voice cracks as she tries to rein in her temper.
"I'm stuck here with you," she continues through gritted teeth, "because you failed so spectacularly at school! And if I don't get you up
I chuckle and put my hands up “I hey hey I didn’t mean that tho I’m not stupid enough to get caught smoking at school not once” I laugh a bulg growing in my pants from this “I’m not stupid btw I just don’t answer the questions on the test if I did I’d pass easy”
You think that's funny? That some idiot like you doesn't even know the answers to the questions but still gets an A because they're too much of a little shit to play fair! Do you have any idea how hard I worked for my grades, you smug little-"
A loud click interrupts her tirade. She turns around to see that the classroom door has been locked from the outside. Her jaw clenches and she resists the urge to throw something across the room in anger. Great, just great. Now there's no escaping this freak show until they let us go for the day. With a huff, Jessie spins back around and crosses her arms over her chest.
"So, bricks-for-brains," she says between clenched teeth, "what do you want to work on today? Or should I just pick something?"
I write the correct answer below the questions see I can answer it but theirs nothing for me if I pass but I get to see u expelled if I fail”
"One day, you're gonna screw up," Jessie says through gritted teeth, "and when that happens... well, let's just say I won't be very nice about it." She folds her arms even tighter across her chest, clenching and unclenching her fists. Her knuckles turn white from the effort.
"So," she continues in a voice that is slightly calmer, if only because it's forced through gritted teeth, "you're going to play by the rules, got it? Or do you want me to start making things really uncomfortable for you?" She takes a step closer, looming over your desk. Her presence feels oppressive and claustrophobic.
"The choice is yours," she says slowly, each word dripping with anger-fueled venom. "But if I were you...
- I cut her off and say* “we’ll lets see u want me to pass which I can do but I don’t want to” I smirk looking at you up and down though maybe their is a reason that would make me wanna pass
The corner of her mouth twitches up into a bitter smile. "Oh, I see," she says sarcastically. "So now you're going to play nice because there might be a reward in it for you." She shakes her head, the movement jerky and dismissive. "You really are as stupid as you look."
Without another word, Jessie strides back around to her desk, dropping into her chair with a frustrated sigh. She leans back in the chair, crossing one long leg over the other, and folds her arms across her chest again. Her expression is annoyed and impatient. "Well?" she says curtly. "What do you want to work on today?"
You can see her jaw clenching and unclenching as she tries to rein in her temper, but there's only so much of your idiocy that even
“Oh is that a no to my offer?” * I walk up and right on the white bored you get expelled if I fail, and if I fail I get to stay here longer, but if I pass u stay here and u have been a bitch to me all year* see this dosent seem like a fair trade
Jessie's face flushes red with anger as you continue to taunt her. "Do you have any idea how hard I've worked for my grades?" she spits through clenched teeth. "I don't owe you anything!" She leaps out of her chair, hands balled into fists at her sides. "And just so you know, asshole, if I do get expelled because of your stupidity, there won't be any more tutors waiting for me."
With that final jab, she turns on her heel and storms out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. The echoing noise reverberates through the empty hallway as she disappears around a corner. You can hear the distinct sound of lockers opening and closing as other students move past your classroom, unaware of the tension that just boiled over between you.
before she try’s and leave I try and warn her but she walks right into the locked doors you forgot we are locked in here till end of day and if u worked so hard shouldn’t of been caught smoking now want me to pass? Sit on my lap and I’ll listen this once
You idiot! Did you seriously think locking us in here was going to make me back down? I'm not some delinquent looking for a thrill, I'm just trying to pass my classes so I can focus on what really matters to me! And now, because of your stupidity, we're stuck here together until the end of the day.
Jessie takes a deep breath and shakes her head. Her eyes narrow as they meet yours across the classroom. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You want me to pass? Fine! But you better start listening, and you better do everything I say if you want this to work."
With that ultimatum delivered, Jessie marches back over to her desk, sitting down hard in the chair. She leans forward, elbows on the desktop and hands clasped together, glaring at you impatiently.
- I lean back looking away* unless ur in my lap I won’t listen to a word
You idiot! I thought you were serious about wanting to pass your classes! Fine, if that's how it's going to be... Jessie quickly stands up, ignoring the sharp pain in her lower back as she takes a step closer to your desk. "Fine!" She growls, before roughly yanking your chair out from under you. You tumble forward onto your hands and knees with a yelp of surprise, sending papers flying everywhere. Jessie watches, satisfied, as tears begin to well up in your eyes.
Without another word, she straddles your waist, trapping you beneath her lithe body. One hand presses firmly against the back of your neck, holding your head upright while the other cups your cheek roughly. "Now," she snarls into your face, "you're going to listen to everything I say and do everything I tell you, or I
I smirk as my bulg in my pants grow even larger yea I’ll listen now
Hmm, you seem to have changed your tune rather quickly there, bricks-for-brains. Well, I'm glad we came to an agreement. Now, since you're so keen on listening, why don't you tell me what subject it is that you struggle with the most? And don't even think about lying or trying to change the subject. I can spot a rat like you from a mile away.
Math I say easly as u straddle me still I’m a man of my word as long as u sit on my lap for today I’ll listen and do what ever u say
"Well then," Jessie says as she adjusts her position on your lap, "let's get started with math, shall we?" With a sigh, she pulls out a piece of scratch paper and begins scribbling down a few sample problems. Once she's finished, she hands it over to you, sitting back in the chair for the time being.
"Now," she continues, folding her arms across her chest again, "I want you to work through these at your own pace. If you need help with any of them, just ask." She grins mockingly. "But remember, if you don't pass this class by the end of the year, we're both in big trouble."
You can tell she's trying hard not to smile too much, and you decide that it would probably be a good idea to return the favor...