A/N: This is my second story posted. Anyway, I just kind of got the idea for this and it kept nagging at me so eventually I decided to put it down on paper. Well, computer, but if I printed it off it would be on paper. So hopefully I'll get a good response for this. And for anyone who's read Infamous Blair is a very different character from Emily. Oh, and like all my other pieces this will be set in London, just because I live there and know what it's like.
Summary: Blair and Matt haven't got along since her brother first befriended him. Now it's six years later and Blair is refusing to do any of her schoolwork. When Matt is hired to tutor her secrets neither wanted to share begin to emerge, but will either bother trying to discover more and help the other out?
Parents' night was a dreadful experience to face. I'd known this long before I entered the school grounds at six in the evening, but as we stepped into the first teacher's classroom I realised the night would be even more of a disaster than I'd thought it would be.
I had managed to avoid it every year before, fortunate to get a temperature on exactly the right day. However, today my trustworthy thermometer had betrayed me.
By the end of the night I'd seen less teachers than I'd heard the word 'potential'. They really needed to get a thesaurus. The vast majority of them had also advised that I get a tutor, just to catch me up on all the homework that I hadn't done, and make sure that I did it myself.
I knew what they meant by doing it myself. I'd had tutors before, all from the school. And I'd easily conned every single one of them into doing the work for me.
The school had tried detention on me, even suspended me once, but it didn't really make a difference to me. It didn't interfere with what I wanted to do in my free time. How much could an hour on a Friday really affect me?
My dad did not completely agree with my thinking to put it simply. When we got home I got a rather long speech about responsibility, and passing my exams, and getting into a good university so that I could get a good job.
I didn't see his point. I got good exam marks, so I would already be able to get into a good university perfectly easily, with a little bit of luck. I wasn't particularly preferential to Oxford or Cambridge; maybe UCL since it was near enough to home. But I didn't know yet. I had like a year and a half to decide anyway.
My dad rambled on even into dinner about the importance of homework. Apparently the fact that he hated his own school days and spent most of him time smoking out of the window of his room at his boarding school was beside the point.
Eventually, my older brother, Tom, decided to interrupt him. "Hey, dad. You know Matt got all A's last year on his A-levels." At the time, I had no idea what his point was, and I didn't particularly care. I liked my brother, but Matt was most definitely on my hit list (not that I had one).
"Well that's very nice for him," my dad said, having as little clue to where Tom was going with this as I did, "Obviously he did his homework." I got a rather pointed look after that comment.
"Yeah, once he started to show up for school it was smooth sailing from there," Tom said. Matt had been a bit of a truant through most of his school years, well not a truant exactly. Tom had told me that he went into school and then went straight to the nurse's office from there. "Anyway, he's doing a gap year too."
The only reason Tom had done a gap year was so that he could go to a 'Crammers' and improve his marks. He'd finished in January, and we were going to be waiting until April to get his new results back. But he would be going to visit a few countries from May until about August using the money he was making from his new job, so he was turning the year into a good experience.
"Yay, maybe he'll go to a jungle and get lost," I commented rudely. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't usually a horrible person. Well, I hoped not. Matt just really got under my skin.
"Nice," Tom said sarcastically before turning back to our father. "And he needs a job. So maybe he could tutor Blair?" he suggested.
There was no way my father would accept this. He didn't exactly know of the rivalry between Matt and myself. He appeared to just not hear the rude comments I made about him. But he still wouldn't trust any of Tom's friends to tutor me. I could easily con them into doing the work for me, just as I'd done with the girls at my school. And, being a boy, he hadn't even gone to my school, so how would he be able to tutor me?
"That's not a bad idea." I couldn't believe the words I was hearing my father speak. This was a complete betrayal of trust… somehow. He couldn't do this to me!
"But Daddy!" I exclaimed. And came up with the best reason I could that wouldn't show him my hatred for Matt. "He probably didn't do the same subjects as me. He won't be able to tutor me."
Tom quickly decided to put in, "Yeah, he did. History, politics, French, he wouldn't be able to tutor you in art anyway." Was my own brother plotting my demise? Apparently my feeling that we had finally learned to get along was misplaced. He appeared to be having more fun with this.
"Daddy," I whined, aiming big puppy-dog eyes towards my father, but he wasn't looking.
"Tom," he said, "Do you think Matt would really be able to do this?"
I couldn't believe this was happening. I hated it when people wouldn't listen to me and I ended up in a crappy situation, like Matt tutoring me.
"Yeah, he'd be thrilled." I don't think Matt had ever been thrilled when something had to do with me, except when it had to do with him kicking me out of places.
"Great," my dad said, "I'll talk to the school about it tomorrow morning, and you ask Matt if he can do it."
"But-but Daddy." He still wasn't really paying attention to what I was saying, or any objection I might have had.
He finally turned to me. "I'm sure Matt will be a strict enough tutor for you."
Tom smirked from across the table. "I'm sure he will," he agreed. I made a face at him. "He's coming over later, so I'll tell him then."
How could my own family turn on me like this?
As they all left the table, and I began to clear their plates, I muttered angrily under my breath about the unfairness of it all. I still wasn't really seeing any point in a tutor, especially if it was Matt. We'd been at war since I'd first met him.I wasn'treally sure how it had started, but somehow over the years we had come to hate each other.
I dunked the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher, and started in on washing the saucepans. The grub at the bottom of one just wouldn't budge so, instead of doing something sensible, I grabbed a newer scrubbing brush. It did no help, so I simply resigned myself from cleaning the pot and poured some hot water in it.
The doorbell rang and I hopped off to get it in the hope that it might be Louise, my neighbour and kind of friend. I didn't like her that much, but I was grateful for anything that had the possibility of getting me out of washing-up, at least for a while.
I had no such luck. Standing on the other side of the door was Matt, with his dirty blond hair that had once been two inches high now nearly all shaved off.
"Nice hair," I commented, "What, the army wouldn't let you in?"
"Yeah, actually, they said I shouldn't come back until I haven't been in contact with you for at least six months."
"I don't mind that kind of arrangement," I told him, "But could you make it longer?"
"I'll see what I can do," he said, pushing me lightly out of the doorway I had purposely been blocking. "Where's your brother?"
"His room," I replied, shutting the door just a bit too hard. "Try not to go too near mine on your way up."
"Shouldn't be too much of a problem." He grabbed my right cheek and pinched it before going up the stairs. He'd been doing this for many years, back when I still had rather chubby cheeks he'd started it. Unfortunately I never knew the exact time when he was going to do it, and covering my cheeks with my hands for the whole time I was near him seemed a bit irrational, so I just had to get used to it.
I didn't want to bother getting used to him everyday though. A few minutes I couldn't care less about, but being stuck in a room with him trying to make me work was more than I wanted to take. At least I still had until the morning to convince my dad out of it, and Matt might say no.
For now though, the saucepans were waiting for me.
A/N: okay, so hopefully I'll get a good response from this… or any response. Anyway, as always, please review. If you don't like it please give me some constructive criticism so I can try and improve on whatever it is.