A Tutor For My Bully

Akira's POV I stood frozen amidst the crowd, laughter of mockery echoing in my ears. My eyes shut close as the cold liquid dropped down my body. I almost broke into tears, held back only by my mum's reminder: always be a strong girl. “Milkshake woman,” a girl laughed. I wanted to move but I couldn't; my legs failed me. “You know what milky, go and cry behind the lockers,” my tormentor said to me. His sea blue eyes scanned me with a satisfactory grin. My legs dragged on the floor as I faded from their presence. I went behind the lockers. I cried like he predicted. Do I deserve to be treated this way? I questioned. I removed my glasses and wiped off the droplets of milkshake that threatened to blur my vision. I put them back on, forcing a bitter smile on my face. My heart felt lighter after a few minutes, but I was still drenched in milkshake and feeling sticky all over. No way I’d attend class like this! I detest missing classes, now I have to miss one because of him. While I paced around thinking of a way out of my minor situation, a pair of hands appeared with clean clothes. “Take this,” she said with a warm smile. “Thank you.” I took the clothes from her, I hesitated a little before stripping myself, she noticed my discomfort so she turned around. I changed into the clothes immediately. “Why are you helping me?” I couldn't help but ask. “What Kael did to you was unfair.” No one ever sees that around here, Kael is too handsome and popular to be judged. Besides, I was the one who made the mistake, I brought him the wrong milkshake, he got pissed so he downed it on me. “Maybe. Thank you,” I appreciated her once more. I don't really know who she is, but this little act of kindness she showed made me take a liking to her. “You are welcome, now head on to class.” I nodded to her and I sprinted off to class. I was late, but glad I made it. As I walked through the hallway after my short lesson, I caught the principal watching me from the hallway window. My stomach dipped. “You, report to my office now.” Her voice was firm. I hope I didn't get into trouble, that was a thing I have always avoided because I didn't want to taint my school records. I ran straight to her office. “You called for me ma'am,” my voice was shaky enough to show my uneasiness. Her office was filled with an air of authority, awards and medals hung on the walls perfectly. Various maps and landscape paintings showed her enthusiasm for explorations. The school's badge hanging boldly behind her seat proved that she is ever so loyal to Underwich Academy. “Yes you, Akira Owens,” she affirmed. “Have a seat.” I sat at her command. She doesn't seem mad. She probably has something important to say. “You know Kael Blackwood right?” The sound of his name sent shivers down my spine. Of course! Everyone knows Kael. I nodded in response. “Good. You would have to be his tutor for the time being,” she dropped a bombshell. Tutor? Kael? The two words aren't supposed to be in the same sentence. “Ma'am?” I called, wanting to know if she meant what she just said. She inhaled a little before speaking. “The Blackwoods came here this morning. Kael's grade is dropping. His parents want him to get into MIT, they need a good tutor for him. And you are the only one in the right position to tutor him.” “Can't they find another person to tutor him?” I couldn't help but ask. It doesn't have to be me. I would gladly tutor anyone else in the world besides Kael. “You know… Kael can be a handful sometimes, he drove them away. The suggestion now is: someone around his age.” I stared at my feet, with no words to say. Kael has been everything but nice to me, he doesn't deserve my sympathy, but I do not want to be the reason he doesn't get into MIT. Will Kael even accept to be tutored by me? “Akira,” she called, “You'd be paid $5000 per month for 5 months.” $5000? That's a salary for a full time job. Tutoring is only a per time. “I'd tutor him,” I didn't know how the words slipped out of my mouth. My brain already calculated that the money would easily add up to my savings for college “Good.” I found a way back to my home, despite my head being in a mess since I left the principal’s office. ‘Tutor Kael’ The words replayed continuously inside my head. The worst thing was that; the tutoring begins today. I picked up my lazy ass, fixed my oversized glasses, gathered some textbooks and marched right to Kael's house. I was very familiar with Kael’s house; it was only a few blocks away, yet my heart weighed heavily. I clenched my fist, saying silent prayers in my head, trying to muster up enough courage to ring his doorbell. Before I could, he opened up the door making me startle a little. “Milky?” he called, like it was my actual name. He was dressed in his jersey, looking deadly hot as always, and holding onto his hockey stick like it was his favorite thing to do. It seemed like he was on his way out. “Hey… Kael,” I stuttered. He stared at me with questioning eyes. Like I was a person who lost her way. “I don't think I have any pending homeworks for you to do.” “I actually… I…” the words felt stiff inside my throat. “I am your new tutor,” I broke the news to him.