This is my first real story. I've tried to write other stories in the past but they've all failed. This story is a little personal and based kind of on real life, so I put my soul into this.
"Can we see John down in guidance?" the old voice from the intercom asked.
I grudgingly got up and headed toward the guidance office. My footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. I passed a window on my way down and stopped to try and manage my shaggy brown hair. Some days it cooperates, and other days, like today, it curls. Finally getting so annoyed I decide to head on.
"You called me down?" I asked the old guidance secretary. There's a rumor that she never leaves her chair because her fat has fused into it. But that's probably bullshit.
"Yes, Mrs. Bozito wants to talk to you." She replied with her usual glare. Mrs. Bozito was the freshman guidance counselor, why did she want to see me? I thought as I headed back.
"Good morning John!" Mrs. Bozito said without moving her big butt out of her chair. "I need you to do something for me."
"Okay, what is it?" I asked her a little annoyed with her already.
"Well, there's a freshman that's having trouble in English, and I thought, you know, since you can relate I thought you might be able to help him out." Oh ya, I had almost forgotten about my wonderful freshman English class experience. You see, as a freshman I slacked off in English class because some of my best friends where in there. As a result, I barely passed with a 70. My freshman English teacher then sent me to summer school and is convinced she's the reason I'm doing well in English now.
"So what would I exactly have to do?" I asked while swaying back and forth on my feet like I always do when bored.
"Well you'd have to meet with him privately and tutor him. You could choose when and where you meet to fit both your schedules. This student does prefer afternoon lessons though since he relies on an older brother for a ride every morning."
"Is he a slacker or just doesn't get it? I don't want to be stuck with a slacker and then get blamed for his failure." I told Mrs. Bozito
"Isn't that a little hypocritical John? He's not a slacker though, he tries hard and just doesn't get it." Mrs. Bozito replied while cracking her swollen knuckles.
"Okay, I guess I'll help the little guy out." I said after pondering it for a minute
"That's wonderful! He'll be happy to hear that." Mrs. Bozito said while hugging me. That was the first time I'd ever seen her get up other than to leave. "He asked if you could do a lesson today in the library. Can you?"
"Ya, that sounds fine. Tell him I'll meet him there." I said while starting to turn to leave
"Oh! Wait, you don't know his name yet." Mrs. Bozito shouted. "It's Alec Lior."
"Um,..ok, see you later." I said while stammering out of her office. I couldn't believe it, I'll be helping Alec Lior, Nick Lior's little brother!! They're only the two hottest guys in the school. Oh, I guess if you didn't know my secret that sounded weird. Ya, I'm homosexual...or for those that are stupid, gay. I realized I was gay in the seventh grade when I first had a crush on Nick. This is gonna be a sweet job! I thought to myself while heading back to math.