Andre Tutoring Cal.

andre tutoring cal.

andre’s always been a genius, at least that’s what cal says. he excels in math and science as well as english and history, an almost impossible feat. in middle school and freshman and sophomore year, he tutored people constantly. the amount of seniors he tutored as an underclassman was actually hilarious.

around junior year, when he got into varsity track and started hating people a lot more, he only tutored a couple people. when he became a senior and the plan for zero day came along, he abandoned tutoring all together.

except for cal.

they’d do flash cards in his car, sometimes at the park and sometimes in the school parking lot 30 minutes before the bell rang. at nights, they’d sit at the dinner table and work through problems together. when andre was really busy or simply fucking exhausted, he just handed his papers over to cal so he could copy them.

cal got him in trouble one time. he’d copied an essay word for word. andre almost smacked him that day, claiming that he almost got a zero. good thing his teacher liked him enough and gave him a grace period to write another essay.

cal uses andre’s intelligence all the time. andre would care if it was somebody else, but he can’t be mad for too long with cal.

bats my eyelashes and blushes while kicking my feet

i hope ur not dead...

i’m not! i just had one of my roughest days in a while yesterday and couldn’t form a coherent sentence or thought to save my life. i’ll post some today!

thinking about how dylan k got buried with a bunch of stuffed animals around him.

imagine cal laying in his casket with a halo of comfort around him. his siblings place their favorite toys on his shoulders while his parents cover his chest with his childhood blankie, the blue of it blending in with his face that lacks oxygen. there’s a stuffed elephant and dinosaur resting above his head. he’s surrounded by something so childlike. his gunshot wound blew the back of his skull out, but when he’s lying there on his back, it’s invisible. the last sight his family has of him is a stark contrast to their son’s and brother’s actions. they’ve turned a villain, an evil criminal, innocent.

cal crushes on people constantly. andre takes months or even longer to get the slightest bit of romantic feelings for someone.

when they were younger, cal would ask him if he liked anyone and would get so upset when andre said no. he thought andre was flat out lying to him. it took forever for him to understand that andre was being genuine. he didn’t like anyone. when he does, though, cal jumps up and down and forces andre to talk to them.

i hope ur not dead...

i’m not! i just had one of my roughest days in a while yesterday and couldn’t form a coherent sentence or thought to save my life. i’ll post some today!

iroquois high school is shown to be two or more floors. every time i remember that, i think of andre and cal running up and down the stairs during the shooting. andre’s track star self would be killing it, hustling without problem. cal, on the other hand, would go up a flight of stairs and have to catch his breath for a second. after a while, andre just tells cal to take care of the first floor.