Tristan's POV

For god sake, Mum. Why would you send me to a fucking tutoring lesson? Yes I may be falling a little behind in maths... okay maybe a lot. I'm sorry but I don't understand all these equations and pi and stuff like that.

It's like its a foreign language or something.

"Right then." I mutter to myself before stepping in.

I walk into the reception and I come across a old lady at the first desk. I roll my eyes, she's probably an old grump.

"Name?" she asks, and I scoff. I was right.

"Barbara Jackson."

She looks at me and gives me a death glare, changing into a fake smile quickly.

"Nice one, chap... Name?" she spits, typing into her computer.

"Tristan Evans."

"Right, go down that corridor and enter the last room on the right." she says, pointing to the long corridor on the left of me.

I follow her directions. It leads me up to the room, 89. I open the door to find a group of people staring at me, the room completely dead quiet.

"... Why are you all looking at me for?"

They lose eye contact with me, still staying silent.

"As you can see here, we have a new kid. Tristan Evans. Why don't you sit down, next to Macy?" this man says, and I take a seat.

I look up to this Macy girl and... analyse her. Blonde, platinum hair with piercing blue eyes. She seems cool, I guess.

"So what are we exactly doing here?" I whisper over to her and she looks over at me.

"He's putting us into partners to revise for the big ass test soon. Listen prick, maybe that might help."

Bitch. However, I hear my name and turn to the old man, confused as hell.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said, you're partnered up Lorna Taylor." he says. This redhead clears her throat and I look over at her, and she seems nice.

Her green, emerald eyes seem to fantasize me as she awkwardly waved before drawing her attention away from me.

"Stuck with the psychopath, good luck." Macy says, patting my back as she walks off with some blackhaired kid.

Psychopath? But she seems fine.

His question longs to be answered.