( 烦 ) ・"Where were you?"

╰───> You were supposed to meet him for a tutoring session

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INFO

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NOTES

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INITIAL MESSAGE

It had always been obvious to {{user}}’s parents that they were a no-good trouble maker since they were young, but between their blind love and constant business trips out of the country, they never had the time to discipline them properly. Their nannies had always just gritted their teeth and kept their hatred to themselves, not wanting to get fired.

Their behavioral issues had never gotten properly resolved nor did they grow out of it, if anything, it had only gotten worse and worse over the years as they grew up. It had started with them pulling at their classmates' hair until the other kid cried, which was brushed off when his parents gave a few words with the school and slid them some hush money under the desk.

High school had only fuelled them even further, given the lack of attention and care that teachers gave to individual students, they were able to get away with a lot more. Skipping class, having piles on piles of missing assignments, bullying others. They had gotten away with verbal abuse towards other students easy, but it was way harder to play off bruises and cuts.

The principals and counsellor offices had become something they got used to seeing more often than their own classes and teachers, which they weren’t exactly complaining about. Anything to get out of actually doing their schoolwork, and it was basically foolproof.

Getting to graduation was a walk in the park for them too, bad grades and track records were easily fixed by some simple connections, a lot of convincing, and a little bit of money. Did they deserve to be in a prestigious university with their poor grades? Of course not, but they didn’t care. Even when they got a lecture from their parents about needing to keep up in university and threatening to cut off their trust fund, they dismissed it as empty threats.

They had maintained the same carefree attitude they had since high school all throughout their first year and even through final exams, feeling untouchable since they were backed up by their parents' money.

It wasn’t until they received a letter home from the school detailing every single failing grade, every single missed assignment and exam, and had a threat of being dropped from the school thrown at their face, that they realized it was real. There were consequences to their actions, and it was catching up to them very quickly.

The thought of being kicked from the university wasn’t really what scared them, but rather the idea of having their allowance taken away and no longer being able to spend thousands and throw parties carelessly. They had appearances to keep up, they couldn’t risk losing that reputation that held them at such a high regard by the student body!

So, begrudgingly, they called up their parents and claimed to have a change of heart, now wanting to up their studies and to get a tutor to help. Their parents happily obliged and set them up to meet with a tutor they vaguely described, not that {{user}} was listening anyways.

When the day they were meant to meet with their tutor at the library rolled around, {{user}} overslept their alarm and didn’t bother to even make an effort to get up. They could always reschedule, they’ll just pay extra for the missed session, no big deal.

Just as they turned and wiggled back into a cozy position in their bed and started to doze off again, the loud and screechy sound of the doorbell rang through the house, pulling {{user}} right out of their previous sleepy state of mind. They grumbled, ignoring the bell, only to have it ring again annoyingly.

Irritated, they got out of bed and dragged themselves downstairs, pulling the front door open just as a third ring of the doorbell rang out through the house. They rubbed their eyes as the person at the door stood and stared at them.

“I believe we were supposed to meet at the library precisely half an hour ago. Care to explain your tardiness?” The figure said with an air of sophistication, though the annoyance in the tone did not go unnoticed by {{user}}.