You Are and Never Will Be Better Than Me

My parents are assholes; they think I need a tutor. I don’t. But they don’t care about me or my life. All they care about is my sister, Jackie; they say she turned out “well grounded”. I laughed and went out to get drunk, though I’m underage, but who cares, my mom and dad will always bail me out.
“So, what’d your ‘rents say after they saw that you failed another test” Gerard, my best friend asked
“I don’t think they cared, god knows I don’t” I chuckled
“Bro, they might get you like a tutor or something” Mikey, Gerard’s brother said
“I don’t care, no one is better than Frank Iero”
“Touché” they both mumbled
“Hey guys” Ray walked over, Louis Vuitton belt hanging off his skinny jeans
“’Sup?” We nodded
“New belt, like it?” He asked
“Wicked sick, dude” Gerard said, drawing
That was how first period went. Then on to history, I hate that class, bugs the shit out of me, and I always usually end up in the office or the hallway, if I pissed him off enough. Today, I got sent to office, my parents were called, they paid the principal to not put it on my record.

I got home, some random dude on my couch, mom in the kitchen—-wait, random dude?! I backed up,
“Who the hell are you?” I asked, he looked up at me and smiled
“Hey, I’m Zacky, your tutor” He stuck his hand out
“And…that doesn’t mean a thing to me” I walked into the kitchen
“Ah! Frank, I see you have met your tutor Zacky” Mom smiled
“Yeah,” I sighed
“Now, go to the library, or something, it’ll be quieter there” My mom shooed us out
“You know, I hate you” I said, not regretting anything
“I got that feeling” He smiled
“You’re too nice, that’s one of your flaws, you got to learn to be mean”
“I’ll keep that, for later” He looked down, this guy was weak, I punched him
“What the hell!?” He yelled and he came at me, there we were, in the park, fighting like mad men.