It was math again which was oh so great. I kept on taking quick glimpses at the clock on top of the whiteboard, hoping that time would pass by quicker instead of paying attention to what the teacher was teaching. My shoulder still kinda hurts from carrying Clay earlier.

I glanced to Clay. He looks more cleaned up now, I don't see any blood. I really don't care anymore about what happened. Call me a heartless prick or whatever, I don't care. It was none of my business and I'm just gonna pretend like I never heard or saw anything.

"I'll give you the rest of class to work on your work, feel free to ask me or your classmates any questions." Fletcher sat down at his desk.

"Oh right, I'm still in class." I realized, damn I forgot.

I stared at my textbook, my mind went blank, I do not know anything I'm seeing here. I turned to Clay who seemed like he knew what he was doing, "Clay can you-"

"No." Clay coldly replied, his eyes still focused on his homework.

Dumbfounded by his reply, I went back to sitting there, staring at the textbook, "Selfish mother fucker," I mumbled loud enough for Clay to hear.

Clay grinned at me then went back to doing his work.

Fletcher came over, noticing that I was just sitting there. "So how's it going?" He asked, checking on me.

I silently sat there, not replying to his question.

Fletcher looked at me in disappointment, "Clay, can you help her with this question?" He looked over at Clay.

"Sure," Clay put on a fake happy voice.

Fletcher did the white guy smile where they did that weird thing with their mouth and left.

In the most monotone voice Clay started explaining me the first problem. "So what you're gonna do is write this formula," He wrote down on my textbook.

I never realized how nice his hand writing his, my hand writing looks like some kindergartener still learning how to write letters.

"You got that?" Clay asked, checking if I actually understood it, having no expectation that I did.

I looked back at the problem, seeing it already half done, "Bitch how we going so fast."

Clay sighed in disappointment, "I'm so close to just punching her right now, I had no expectations yet here I am disappointed." Clay thought.

Before I knew it class ended, I still have a whole bunch of homework and I'm probably not gonna do anything about it.

"Y/n, come over here." Fletcher called out from his desk.

I sighed, then walked over to him.

"Clay's gonna tutor you after school from now on. You guys are free to use this classroom after school for studying." He spoke as he was was grading papers.

"Ok," I mumbled.

"Y/N!" I heard an angry voice as I was on my way to walk out of the school.

I turned over, "Clay? Damn, he looks angry." I giggled, laughing at his stupid angry face as he stormed closer to me. God, he looks like an idiot. "What," I tried to hold in my laugh, not taking him seriously at all