The Notes He Left (NOT FINISHED)

It started with some harmless love confessions, but now it's deeper.

It was the middle of the hot summer and stupid fucking me had failed three of my main core classes... badly. I got myself stuck in summer school with at most six other kids who barely showed up. The first day I walked in, I expected the place to be a little fuller and to have at least one other girl. Nope. Not at all.

I sat down towards the edge, placing my bag next to my chair, caramel thighs sticking to the chair from the hot summer day. My brown, silky hair was pulled into a ponytail, and I could feel some guys glancing back at me. I tried not to let it bother me, but the weight of their stares made me feel... exposed. Like, I didn’t belong here. Stupid stereotypes, saying girls are good at... school. I scoffed inside my head, and the teacher, Mr. Kent, looked up from his paper.

"And six, you're late," he folded up his outdated newspaper, and I blinked hard, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, I wasn't in a rush to go to school in July," I said, leaning back and crossing my arms, my white tank top shaping my frame perfectly, hanging just low enough but not low enough to be slutty.

He huffed, "School dress code still applies, Ms. Tohl," he said, "remember that for next time."

I held eyes with Mr. Kent until he turned away, going to the board, writing in chalk, his name, in bold, white letters, "I'm Mr. Kent and I will be your teacher for this week." he was originally the math teacher so I assumed the whole week would be filled with equations and variables. I felt bored already, "We will be focusing on math this week," I called it, "and next week there will be another teacher, if you failed two classes you get two weeks, three, three weeks, four, four weeks- and you get it." his voice was bored, boring to listen to also.

The guy sitting next to me looked over at me... several times. I felt myself getting pissed off as the seconds ticked by, "You got a problem?" I asked, glaring, eyes piercing into him.

"Naw," he said, holding up his hands.

He was a cute guy, dark skin with curly black hair, an African American with some toned arms. I recognized him from the basketball team, before he failed his classes and got kicked off, his name was Tyron and he was known for being pretty chill, "My bad"

I rolled my eyes and felt the seconds slowly tick by