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“That’s me going, Jake, I’ll see you later, ‘kay?” “Sure, I’ll talk to you tonight if I don’t see you later.” I wave goodbye with little enthusiasm to my best friend Adam. He left me in a weird spot, he knows I hate being left alone with teachers, and that’s just at normal school times, now we’re at supported study, and he packs up without telling me and basically rushes out the door. Well, fuck him, I won’t be talking to him tonight.  Acting as though it made a difference I thought to myself, then realizing he has a girlfriend now. There’s no way I’m going to get to talk to him tonight anyways, seeing as she’s such a whore she’ll probably be taking his virginity away from him like it was candy from a kid. I was proud of him of course, we’d known each other for almost a decade, and those green eyes were as familiar as the bed I sleep on at night. “So, if I was to ask you about problems that conflict make, what would you say?” God, he totally interrupted my train of thought, and to be honest, I’d forgotten I was even here with Mr.Fitzpatrick.  “Erm… Well, conflict means that governments may need to pay more money into their armies and defences, therefore taking money away from necessities such as healthcare and education, which then further leads to problems such as injuries, deaths and lack of education for the citizens of the country.” “Is that all?” “I guess so.” “Okay, Maltepe Escort but you forgot to put in an example.” “Crap” I interrupt him “I know, I know what you’re going to say.” “It’s only two marks you would have lost, that’s quite a good answer,” he says reassuringly. We go through this for another half hour, before I realize how relaxed I am, how at ease he’s made me. I’ve not felt uncomfortable, upset or even nervous since we started. I can’t help but wish he was going into the exam with me, and I could just tell him all of this instead of writing it down on a crummy piece of paper that could just make me more anxious. I want to leave though, it’s verging on six o’clock and I should be getting dinner in about half an hour, and with the bus journeys, I’ll already be late by about fifteen minutes, but I can’t find the courage to tell him that I’m leaving. We’re back to square one again where I’m cursing off Adam. Wait, I told Adam I’d talk to him tonight, he must realize if I’m not home by now, or even just talking to him by now, that something’s off. Mustn’t he? Of course not, I’m left here to answer questions until this teacher sees fit, and to be honest, I reckon he’ll be here all night just to avoid traffic, after all, he lives a while away, his wife will expect him to stay behind this close to exams, and… well, I don’t know, do teachers Maltepe Escort Bayan really have that much of a social life after school hours? Definitely not this teacher if he’s staying three hours after school just to teach a student how to do a support and oppose question. That’s it, I’ve had enough… but… hey, another twenty minutes wont hurt, will it? After all, all of this will be rewarding by the time I sit down in that squeaky, uncomfortable piece of plastic shit that they call a chair, and start writing up an essay about Conflict. I can feel the buzz in my pocket before the ringtone starts to play out, and quickly I answer it, just signalling to Mr.Fitzpatrick with a finger that I’ll be no more than one minute – not like he needs it anyways, it’s verging on half six now, and he’s not even said anything about it being late. “No, Mum, I’m just doing supported study, I’ll leave soon and try catch a bus, I’ll just re-heat dinner back up in the microwave, thanks though.” I walk back and start to pack my stuff away when I’m presented with an almost childlike begging tone. “If you want, I’ll drop you off, but only if you put in some more study time?” He’d probably get me home quicker anyway, after all, with rush-hour traffic, one of the buses would take about forty-five minutes, and then the second would take even longer. “Fine, Escort Maltepe but I’m leaving by at the latest half seven” Damn-it, damn-it, damn-it. I stuck myself in, I could have said seven, quarter-to-seven. But no, I extended it to a full hour away. It’s quarter-to-seven, trust me, I’d know. I’ve looked at the clock a rough twenty times in the last four minutes. “come on Jake, just think.” “Sir, trust me, I’ve been trying” That’s complete bullshit, I’ve been looking at the clock, as though my view of it would make time fly by faster. “I just can’t think because of how late it is.” “So you’re saying to me, at quarter-to-seven, you’ve finished all your homework, and that’s you done thinking for the day? “No, but… but when have I ever done homework for almost four hours straight, on the exact same subject?” Obviously he can’t answer, he doesn’t know about the time we had a chemistry project due for the next day and I’d done nothing towards it. He doesn’t know I spent a full 8 hours on that, but even then, I had three other students in my group trying to help me. “Well, I don’t know Jake, but… is it not best to do it now, before the exams, than after them?” He had a valid point, but by doing this for four hours, I’d have no other study or homework done. So thanks for fucking up English and maths for me, I’m really grateful. “I guess so, but… I just am pretty hungry.” “Tell you what, I’ll pick up something on the way back, my little treat. Just between us though, Okay?” “Sure.” Food had always been a good enough excuse to study, it was always a bribing tool used by my family, and no wonder I despised P.E. I’d gotten work done, but only fifteen minutes worth.

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