"What the fuck!?" The boy in front of me yelled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I bent down to pick up the books he'd dropped. I picked up his science excerise book.

"Just, get off. I can do it myself." He snapped back at me.

"Gee, I was only trying to help. Calm down." I said in small but serious voice.

"You know what? I'm tired of everyone! Just fuck off!" He yelled while he walked ran towards to restrooms.

What a physco.

I followed him into the restroom.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! What the fuck's wrong with you?" I shouted at a rather startled looking boy.

"I'm sorry, you-everyone-argh! I'm so fucking pissed off right now! Just leave me alone!" He screamed back. Then he burst into tears.

"Oh, uh, it's okay." I stood awkwardly at the door while he leant over the sink, bawling his eyes out.

"But it's not! My whole  reputation is ruined just because I'm so crap at math!" He sobbed, "Brittany told everyone I needed a tutor! Now my life's ruined!"

So that's Kurt Hummel. Huh, small world. Well, small school.

"You're Kurt Hummel?" Why did I say that?

"It's everywhere! Everyone knows! Next thing I know, I'm-I'm gonna be a trending topic on Twitter! #kurthummelneedsatutor!" He cried. Wow, this boy has some serious issues.

"No, no. I-My friend told me you needed a tutor. Because, I'm kinda clever, I guess. So-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! You'll tutor me? Oh, my god! This is amazing-"

"I never said that. I was just-"

"Thank you so much! Oh, you have no idea how happy I am! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He squealed. Oh no.

"Okay, so I'll see you at lunchtime tomorrow!"

"Wait, tomorow? I-"

"Awesome. See you then!" He walked out smiling and beaming. What did I just let myself into?