Chapter Text
- Chapter 1:
It was kind of sad that we had been in a class for so long and I hardly knew anything about Bruno.
Pol's POV:
The hands on the clock did not seem to move at all. I wanted to go home so much, because the lesson was so boring. And since I could not speak any English, I did not even understand anything. Actually, I could take Oliver, a classmate as a role model and sleep in class. Like he always do in Philosophy class. But I'm scared to miss the ringing and being locked up all the time at school. When I'm deep in sleep, you can't get me out of there easily.
"Pol could you please answer my question? " My English teacher looked at me anxiously. She was nice, but I had no idea what she was talking about. Bruno stretched his arm up. And of course he knew the right answer again. When it comes to English, the guy's a nerd.
It was kind of sad that we had been in a class for so long and I hardly knew anything about Bruno. We have never been the best friends. Sure, sometimes we hung out together, but only with our other classmates. So it was superficial between us. Do I regret this? Yeah, kind of.
Gratefully, I nodded to Bruno. If he had not answered, the teacher would annoy me all the time and I would be the Idiot again, who doesn't know anything. Bruno smiled encouragingly to me. Luckily, the bell released me, but Laia wanted to talk to me. She's really hot for a teacher. But she is only 27 years old, like my brother.
I could not interpret her look. Have I screwed up again? Could be possible. "Pol, I really do not know what to do with you, "she sighed. I looked questioningly at her, because I did not know what was going on. Can't she just get right to the point? I work beside school and dont have any spare time in the afternoon. Every Minute counts.
"You're totally behind in English.If you don't want to fail, you should work harder. Have you ever thought about hiring a tutor?" "I have no money for a tutor," I replied."
"Then ask a classmate. Ask Bruno Bergeron" she suggested.
"Okay, I'm gonna ask him. Can I go now? " "Yes. Don't forget your homework," she winked at me.
Today I had to walk home because I missed the bus through the conversation. And now it started raining. The day is totally shitty. I really need to save more money so I can afford my driving license.
When I got home, my clothes were soaked. Great, hopefully I won't get a cold. I dropped down on the sofa for an hour to rest a bit before work. Actually, I still have some homework to do, but I just don't have the motivation for it at the moment.
The bar I worked at was full of people today. I didn't have the Motivation for work and would rather have stayed in bed. It was hard for me to stand up straight because I was totally tired.
But this day also came to an end at some point. I brought my apron into the kitchen and left the bar. It was cold outside and I only wore a thin jacket. I couldn't afford anything else at the moment.
I didnt have much money at the moment and had to pay for the apartment where I lived with my brother and father. At such moments I miss my mother, who died when I was eight. Actually, I always miss her and think about her just as often. Would she be proud of me now or rather disappointed?
I hoped, of course, the first one. .She was always the only one who believed in me. Tears shot into my eyes. Quietly I entered the apartment and tried to run into my room. But my father approached me. Today luck was really not on my side.
"I had a hard day and I didn't feel like fighting. Besides, I still have homework to do," I shouted to him on the way to my room. My father and I don't have a good relationship. After the death of my mother he changed completely. But that is a longer story.
My cell phone vibrated like crazy. Of course every nonsense was written in the class group again. Marc sent a video, which was not funny at all. While I was trying to get my essay for English ready, I ate something. But it was just frustrated because my English was way too bad. To be able to write a text in English, I need a lot of private lessons. Tired I fell asleep, lying on the floor.
The classroom was empty when I entered. But Bruno was already sitting in his seat. Now is probably my chance to ask him. Classes would not start for another quarter of an hour anyway.
"Hey, Bruno," I shouted to him." "Hey, Pol. Is there anything special you want to ask me? Because otherwise we never talked," he smiled sadly. He was right, which somehow gave me a guilty conscience.
"You know I'm not the best at English," I stammered. It was hard to ask for help because otherwise I'm more of a loner. I only talked about my problems with my so-called Ex Berta. Is it possible to speak of a relationship? I was never in love with her. Falling in love just doesn't suit me. My life consists of fun with women and work. Sad, isn't it?
"Really? I didn't even notice," he grinned. His laughter was contagious. Should I do your English homework?" he added to his sentence. " No. Although that would be more tempting. Can you tutor me?" I asked him. Bruno looked at me implausibly, but then nodded slightly.
"Under one condition. You will be tutoring me in philosophy. " His eyes fell to the door, but there was still no one there.
"Your father is a teacher of philosophy," I interjected.". "Merlí is a little...", he began." "A little crazy," I laughed." "Rather special," Bruno joked. " " Okay, it's a deal."
I guess I had a tutor.
I didn't think before that he would confuse my feelings so much.