Tricky Vicky

Mr Harrow's class felt lonely without Daisy by your side. but oddly enough, Vicky had retaken her seat next to you, still refusing to look at you as Mr Harrow rattled on about the deeper meaning of: Of Mice and Men, a book that you'd hope to leave behind in Higher English at high school.

Of course, you were devouring the knowledge anyway and when He voiced for questions you answered them lightning fast, "Very well done Mr Drake. Alright then ladies and gentleman, let's partner up with the people next to us and work on the themes of this piece!"

Your eyes slowly turned to the left, in a vain hope that there was somebody on a miraculous desk there.... but only the wall was to your left... You sighed, looking to your right and Jolting as Vicky moved her desk over, clearing her throat and smacking her papers on the desk.

She was wearing these clear aviator glasses today, one's that You for a fact she didn't need. Her dark hair was braided today in two beautifully drawn together sections. She mouthed wordlessly at you, her awkwardness spurring on your utter irritation.

"Right okay, give me that." You snatched her workbook out from in front of her and placed in next to yours... sweet Jesus it's so empty!!! at least her handwriting was nice.

Taking a deep breath you unleashed the red sea of motherfucking knowledge, filling out her workbook and trying to copy her handwriting with the best of your ability, wickedly fast and with great ease.

You were nearly halfway through the Racial themes in Of Mice and Men before a hand ripped the pencil out of your hands, and dark eyes looked at you with a shrill annoyance "I didn't want you to do it for me!" She complained.

You blinked "That's what you usually want me to do?"

"Well... I don't anymore, just... Can't we talk, like everyone else?"

Oh. so it was like this was it? "I don't have all that much to say to you."

She frowned a little sadly "I know. Look, Drake, I... I'm sorry-"

"I got through most of it so just note how Lenny's reactions to his **** of Curley's wife contrasts to the Rabbits," She wasn't doing this now, now was a really bad time.

"I don't care about the!-" Vicky lowered her voice, and took a breath "Meet me at Beans during lunch. I want to talk. Please? Please please please?"

Alright, Victoria Kaz begging... that's a new tool of manipulation that she hadn't polished up on you yet. *Sigh* "Whatever. Just give me the fucking workbook, Vicky, how the fuck you got into this school is beyond me, oh yeah I remember." You said Grimly while snatching her book from her and continuing to finish her work for her.

She watched with eager fascination as you sped through everything with **** ease, literally sparking through both subjects as your eyes flickered to the clock which was only a strike off of 12.

Throwing your rucksack over your shoulder, You carried your book up to the front and handed it in. Of course, Mr Harrow smiled, looking at it eagerly, skimming over it, he nodded with approval "You know, Charlie, You've honestly become overqualified for my classes."

"Thanks, Mr Harrow. I uhh, actually wanted to ask if you had any extra work on the curriculum that I could complete at home?"

"You need the extra credit right? Just between you and me... Principal Kaz's treatment of you, it's disgusting, But..." His eyes flicked around the class but settled just where you didn't want them too "I saw you helping Vicky, now she really needs some help, and with your frankly monsterous capacity, I think you'd be a good tutor for her."

You groaned and He held his hands up "I know your history, don't get me wrong, but I'd happily mark you as A+ for the semester if you manage to get her up to a B?"

Oh god why, why!? Your eyes looked back to Vicky, who seemed enamoured by your work in her book. "Come on, why don't you try and improve her, instead of just doing the work for her, what do you say?"

"Fine." You whispered, "But I am doing under duress. keep that in mind."

Harrow chuckled "You think Shakespear let his Theater just be taken because his land was taken, no way, He disassembled it and reassembled it somewhere that suited him. Do you think Mando killed little grogu? nah He looked after that baby all the way"

You cracked a small smile "Yeah alright, I'll... get started asap then I guess, Nerd." You always liked Harrow, a Nerd teaching nerds was always refreshing.

"This is the Way." Harrow chuckled.

You bowed your head, trying to hold back a laugh "This is the Way."

Grasping your bag, you walked down the class, people staring at you strangely as You tapped Vicky's shoulder. She jolted, straightening up and whipping back her braid "W-What?"

"I'm your English tutor now, Lord's orders." You said pointing back o Mr Harrow. "Let's go to beans and talk then, hurry up before I change my mind."

"But class isn't over yet?" She whispered.

You waited about a moment, then lifted your finger, queuing in the bell that rang loudly for lunch. She blinked, standing up with her purse in hand "Okay. Let's go."

Making a point to ignore Jane, Camile and Izzy as you lead Vicky away, You really couldn't be bothered to deal with that fiasco today on top of everything else.

The Walk to Beans was silent, Vicky had trouble keeping up with you, Your long stride outpacing her stuck up little waddle, even more so grew you annoyance as you entered, seeing that Rose wasn't there today. Just her being there would have made things a little easier on your nerves.

Still, you sat down, Vicky placing herself opposite you. That tired-looking dude that worked here came over to you, drowsily looking at you two dully "Hey, you're that New girl's dude right?"

"Hey, You're that guy who gets coffee right, I'll have a cappuccino pretty please thanks, bro." You said, pulling out your wallet and handing him a ten. Vicky's eyes fixed on the fullness of it, her face twisting in shock at the many neatly tucked bills in the black wallet "Whatever she wants and a tip for you."

The Drowsy dude narrowed his eyes "Wow, never seen anybody combine asshole with Kindness before. What'chu want Kiesha?" He asked.

Vicky frowned "My name is Vicky, Vicky Kaz, You know the Principles dau-"

"Okay Keisha, You usually get a Caramel Latte so that's what I'm gonna get ya, okay? alright be back in a sec." and with that he went off, leaving Vicky with her mouth open, mousey sounds leaving her as You chuckled.

"I like that guy."

You waited for your coffees which came promptly, though they were, of course, nothing compared to Rose's.

"So, If you have a free hour every day for us to work, then I think that we can get you up to a B in a couple of months depending on how well you take to my method, I have already compiled a shit tone of notes on the semester so far for Mr Harrow's class. If we pull this off I'll have maintained my perfect grade score that I have kept so far the past three years so I'll be doing my best, but You need to try hard too, especially since you are easily distrac-"

"Are you coming to my party tomorrow?" She but in, looking at you dryly.

"...ted..." You finished, taking a breath. "I don't know, probably not, now, regarding what we will be working on, I know you have trouble with spelling and grammar so that will be our main concern, but to really get you in the groove I think we should start with-"

"How do you know so much about me?" She cut in again.

Sighing, you rubbed your eyes, she wanted to make this personal talk... You really didn't want that right now "I don't know, Izzy told me some stuff about you when we were still friend, now-"

"I don't talk to her about school work." She folded her arms "Were you... like, into me or something?" She asked.

Smiling maliciously and leaning forward, You whispered: "Okay, I know how you work because you **** me to correct most of your fuck ups that's why, and no, I wasn't into you, quite the opposite, I wanted you to have an allergic reaction to your 50 layers of lipstick, to trip in your heels into a bus lane, fall asleep abruptly into the bear trap that I tactfully placed on your desk, that sort of thing."

She rubbed her arms, looking a little disarmed. It infuriated you "Don't sulk, you have no right to sulk." You growled.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"You. have. no. right." You whispered darkly, betraying the years and years of hurt, Tricky Vicky and her ape of a boyfriend rendered unto you, all the swirlies, wedges, the harassment, the beatings.

She folded her arm, touching the lids of her eyes like she was trying not to break down "I know. But... I um... this is way harder with you than it was with Jane. You have every right to hate my guts but... I'm changed, You are the one that changed me, I don't know how or why, but that day, w-when your dad... You know, You told me to be nicer, and I realised that I am this horrible bitch and it scares me and... I just want to be different."

Fuck. no... no no no no don't let this stir you, Drake, Don't compromise.

Hmmm, but she is so so tasty. Come on, think of all the dark little things we could do in reconciliation.

You eyed her, suspiciously, sighing deeply "Is Chaz gonna rip my face off or something if I agree to go to your stupid party?"

Vicky shook her head "Chaz... Chaz and I aren't working out so well right now."

"Does He know that?" You asked.

"He would If he answered the phone or read my texts!" She grumbled.

"Alright, alright fine. I accept your apology, but you need to focus on this school stuff, I mean it, or we're both screwed, get it?"

She sighed lazily "Ugh but Pretty girls shouldn't have to study!"

"Okay first: stereotypes, stop it, get some help, second: I don't give a fuuuuck Kiesha. we are getting this done, and the less you moan then the quicker we can get this over with. Now, where are we meeting, Maybe the library, that way I don't get my head caved in by jocks if we are seen together?"

"You could come to my place." She quickly blurted out, a little eagerly.

"What... at Cassa Kaz, hell no." You scowled.

"Oh, umm, well then... You're place? you have the Golden suite to yourself right-or no maybe that blonde chick is staying with you?" She asked in a quizzical voice.

You frowned "No... she's not staying with me. My place is fine, just try and be subtle, come in the evening when everybody is out."

"Kay' well... I'll um see you, later then? unless.... you want to get lunch... maybe?"

You eyed her, pft yeah right "I'm not hungry."

"-Not hungry, right bye then, Charlie!" She shot out of her seat and darted off, like a bat out of hell, and you just stared, shaking your head as You looked at her still full coffee cup.