the next i sat in my sixth period class, math, bored to death. i swear our teacher doesn't know how to teach and she talks way too slow to the point where everyone's either zoned out into another planet or asleep.

i was zoned out, just thinking about how i still got good grades in this class and understood most of the topics when i'm never even paying attention. then i caught myself staring at vance. i about to look away when we made eye contact. i gave him small smile, i know it sounds incredibly stupid but i still have faith in me and vance's friendship, maybe one day vance would come to his senses and we could be best friends again. or maybe i'm just fucking delusional. he just gave me a disgusted look and looked away.

the rest of the class was a big blur. the only thing i was paying attention to was the clock. when the teacher told us to pack up she called my name. "y/n and vance, please stay here for an extra minute, i'd like to speak with you about something" she said. um what. me and vance glanced at each other giving a 'what the fuck?' look. what does she want with me and vance? this is weird. the bell finally rung and everyone flooded out of the room. expect for me and vance.

"you two come up here please" the teacher said. we walked up to her, confused as ever. "so you're probably confused as to why i've called you both up here" she said. we nodded our heads. "well,
y/n you have amazing grades in this class, you've been getting your work done, getting good quiz and text scores, etc. but vance, is doing the complete opposite, so i thought maybe you could tutor vance, y/n, if you're up for it?" the teacher said in a fake sweet voice, leaving me in a bit of shock.

"hell no" vance mumbled in a bitter tone. i didn't really know what to say. so just said what the teacher wanted to hear. "i don't mind, if vance is up for it." i replied. the teacher and i looked at vance, waiting for a response.

"absolutely not, you think i wanna work with this freaky bitch?" he replied, while pointing at me with his thumb. he always called me that. if it were anyone else it wouldn't effect me, but hearing him say it. my ex best friend who i loved so much, still do, calling me names like ugly, freak, bitch, and so much more. it breaks my heart.

the teacher started yelling at vance. "vance hopper! you watch your language, y/n is a nice girl and i think she could really help you! you two will have tutoring sessions every wednesdays and thursdays, you're dismissed."

vance gave me a glare saying "look what you did" kind of look, as we walked out of the classroom. what the fuck did i do? i didn't have a say in it.

"so whos house?" i said. "hm?" he said. "for tutoring, whos house?" i repeated. "yours" he mumbled and walked into the other hallway. i figured he would say mine, when we were best friends, we never went to his house because he never wanted to, and i would always ask why but he always just said he didn't want to. so it was always my house.