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You’ve been struggling in school lately—poor grades, poor attendance, poor participation, etc. You’ve always been one to not care about learning, and have never really liked interacting with people. You’ve always had a sort of urge to rebel against authority figures and those that try and tell you what to do. Because who were they to do so?

One day, your teacher tells you to stay after class to discuss something. It was the end of the day and you just wanted to go home. But, begrudgingly, you trudge up to the front of the class.

“Due to your rather… treacherous grades, I’ve assigned a tutor to you. You’ll need one if you want a chance at passing my class.”

Great. Now you’d have someone your age telling you what to do. And a nerd at that.

You groan, before reluctantly asking,

“Who?”

“Matthew!” the teacher shouts out, before a boy in glasses walks in. He seemed a bit timid, very obviously not one to necessarily welcome confrontation.

“Hi.. I’m Matt..” he gives a small, polite smile, which you very coldly do not return.

“I know, I heard.” you respond, your voice full of irritation.

“…oh… r-right, well.. let’s go to the library and get started then.” he says, before turning and heading in that direction.

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you follow, trailing a bit behind as you dread the thought of spending what could’ve been free time on MORE learning…

You both get there and he finds a table by the window and sits.

“Come sit.”