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Started September 30, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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(Im in physics and Idk how it works lol. Theres labs and equations and confusion)

Nathan groaned and banged his head on the table. He wanted to cry. He grabbed his pencil and looked at the quiz in confusion. "Do we have to take it?"

Brant raised an eyebrow. "No, you don't." He started. "But if you want a grade and to not have extra homework, you do." He nodded, his lip curled.

Nathan really didn't want extra homework. He was going to suffer anyways, no matter which way he went. He looked back down at the quiz and started writing on it. Most of it was bullshit and he didn't even get an answer that was one of the choices most of the time. He ended up just doodling on the paper as his answers for the last few questions. He turned in the paper in defeat.

Brant took the paper from Nathan with a nod. "Good, at least this time you got at least half of it instead of leaving all of it blank." He replied with a small smile quirking his lips. Brant set the paper on his desk next to the others and a few pens.

"Wait until you get to the end. I think you'll like the imagery." Nathan shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. he sat back down in his seat and put his head on his arms. He closed his eyes as he waited for the rest of the class to finish their quiz

Brant gave a quiet laugh as he took the people behind Nathan's paper. He looked over everyone and noticed they were done. "Alright." He stood up. "Read a book and don't die. I'm going to grade your papers."

"But what if I want too? This class makes me want to jump out the window." Nathan grumbled. His head hurt from that quiz. And soon his ass would when his mother saw his grades and beat him.

"If anyone's jumping out the window, it's going to be me." Brant replied, sitting into his spinny chair and kicking his feet up onto his desk. Brant moved the papers onto a book in his lap and started to grade them. It would be a few minutes till class went out for the day, but he needed to speak to a student for a few minutes after class.

Nathan snickered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started playing the new mario kart game. He silently cursed at the controls. They were all out of wack. But she still played, even competing against a few other classmates.

The bell rang loudly and Brant stood back up. "I'll finish grading them tonight and hand them out in class tomorrow." He announced heading to Nathan's desk as everyone filed out. "Please stay after class for a bit, I need to talk to you about your quiz."

Nathan packed his things as the bell rang. He groaned as Mr. Michelson approached him. He shouldered his bag and walked to his desk. "We both know I failed it. What more do we need to talk about?"

"Well," Brant started. "I think you might need a tutor."
As much as he loved teaching, he did not want Nathan's mother to come in again and yell at him for not teaching her son.

Nathan frowned. "I can't afford a tutor." He crossed his arms. "I'll be fine. I'll just cry. That's worked for me before."

"No, you don't understand. Your mother is going to kill me if you don't get your grades up. I'm too young to die." Brant looked desperate. "At least come to my room for lunches so I can help you."

"She won't kill you. She's not that insane. Though that might be better than other things. Maybe you should hope that she'd kill you." Nathan sighed. "Yeah, fine, whatever. Can i go now? I would like to get my chores done that were supoosed to be done last night but I didn't do them. I really dont want my mom to beat my ass again."

"Alright, and language. The school day may be over, but you're still in school." He gave a small cough than went and started to pack his bags. He would do the rest of grading at home and eat candy, as an adult does.

"Pft, you're close enough to my age that its fine." Nathan shrugged it off. He walked out of the classroom. "See you tomorrow. Maybe."

Brant rolled his eyes and pulled on his bag, pouch opened so he could go to the office and grab his food from the shared fridge.

Nathan drove home and quickly finished his chores. He did a piss poor job but at most it would only be yelling. He sat at the kitchen table as he oulled out his homework. He wasn't really interested in any of it and kept zoning out. He eventually fell asleep, only to wake up to his mother's yelling. He sighed and prenteded to kisten until she had finished. He got ready for bed and laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling