My Billionaire couch potato.

My life is a joke.

I watch as yet another mark is deducted from my overall score. I am left with only two points now, out of twenty!

How??

The professor gives us a short bow, satisfied with what he has done evidently and he leaves the class. The moment he goes out almost all eyes in the class turn to me.

I have a freaking two as a score.

I smile nervously as I pack my things, I shove them in to be honest because I would be a fool to let the professor go like that.

I gave too much to attend this class, I can fail.

A test won make me fail.

I can hear whispers follow me as I make my way out of my seat and consequently out of the class. The hallway is a bustling sea of students and I look around frantically, trying to catch a glimpse of the professor.

He wore some multi colored frock, probably something his grandma made for him, so it would definitely stand out. I take a step and walk into the wall.

Not the wall, a person, who is built like a wall.

”Are you crazy! ”

He pushes me back and I stumble back into the class, landing square on my butt.

I look up and sure enough someone with blonde hair and green eyes stares back at me with disgust in his eyes. I do not have the time for this.

I need to get to the professor.

I stand up and shake my head. Emotions have a weird effect on me, fear makes me slow and sloppy. I can seem to think straight anymore.

I take a deep breath.

Okay Alex. Relax. Relax.

I feel some of the tension melt away and the moment it does I bolt out of the class.

The professor is no more in the hallway, thats for sure, so hes either in the teachers lounge or hes headed to the parking lot.

Hell need his car if he wants to get home. I am stuck at a crossroads.

I go to the parking lot first.

The students of Mulrim high all look at me as I pass.

I smell bad, my hair is a mess, my shoelaces are probably untied and my uniform is dirty.

They all feel Im weird anyways so whats the use of proving them wrong.

I push the doors open and make my way down the stairs. Someone tries to trip me and I jump over the outstretched leg. Someone throws a piece of paper at me and it hits me on the cheek.

At least it wasn gum this time.

I run the rest of the way to the parking lot, the tears at the back of my throat making it feel bitter and stinging my eyes as I try my best to blink them back.

I can fail this class. Human interaction is supposed to be the easiest. I can lose all that I have been working for because of that.

The human interactions professor is a lanky man, with thinning brown hair with specks of silver in them and thick rimmed glasses. He sounds like an owl and he has a face that makes you think he is always smiling, in truth he isn .

”Sir! ”

He looks my way and tries to get his key into the door of his car faster. I run like my life depends on it and when i get to him, i let the tears come out and go straight on my knees

Pride is something I don fancy and its never helped me.

”Please sir, I can fail this class. Can I retake the test? ”

Mr Walter might act like he is the sort of teacher that is there to listen to whatever you might want to say to him, but he doesn want to really. He would prefer you go straight to the point, and come on!If I can read the Human Interactions teacher this well, how the hell did I fail a simple test?

He sighs and gives up on getting his key into his car.

”Daniel right? ”

I shake my head,

”Alex. Alex Bianchi. ”

He nods.

”Look Alex, the results are final. I can change them and I can do anything about them, you earned that score so don be so upset. You might still make the class. ”

My teacher is lying to me.

”I won . You know that as well as I do sir. ”

He sighs and I can bite back my question anymore.

”How the hell did I get a two in Human interaction anyways? ”

My chest lightens the moment the words are out and I clean the tears that are rolling down my cheeks. No need to cry anymore. It won change anything.

I look at Mr Walter and I can see he is frowning. I scoff internally.

Wasn he the one who was lying to me a few seconds ago?

He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up his nose.

”I would have liked to tell you I know why but the answer is I don . Im sure youve been asking yourself how you failed such a simple class? ”

I nod.

He smiles.

”That is your problem. Human interaction isn that simple. ”

”No kidding. ”

”What was that? ”

I shake my head.

”Nothing. ”

He nods and looks at me from the corner of his eyes. Hes probably noticing how hastily put together I look.

”I marked the scripts Alex. You know nothing about Human interaction, and given your background thats surprising. ”

I have to blink to come back to myself and I nod.

”I understand sir. Thanks for your time. ”

I turn and walk away. The fact that he still hasn gotten into his car means hes probably standing there slack jawed.

I just accepted a decision that practically puts a good year of my hard work to waste.

I head straight for the boys bathroom and enter the first free one I find.

The tears that roll out of my eyes now are real.

My heart feels like itll stop beating.