Dorian just rolled his eyes, obvious the rich boy didn't know anything about cars. His facial expressions on the assignment today screamed that. It was rather ironic that he would be a son from a auto company, granted it was horrible company. He had to fix so many Melville cars around his neighborhood on a weekly basis, it was annoying but the pay was good.

Once more Dorian just rolled his eyes at the rich kid. He placed the paper into his backpack before leaving the school. He had a feeling this would be more trouble than it was worth.

The following day was like any other. Bully jocks, confused about their own sexaulity to the point they had to target someone different. Dorian just came to a stop, he looked at the piece of paper with the address the rich boy had gave him. His chevrolet was resting and a cross road, he never came up to this side of town and was quite lost on where to go. If it wasn't for a gardener he probably never find the place.

He had stopped at home to change before coming to tutor the boy. His out was obvious that of someone not rich. He wore simple loose fitting jeans, black in color. Scuffed up blue vans shoes with rainbow laces. He had a teal and gray striped, sleeveless hoodie that he left unzipped to reveal a black wife-beater tank top. His nails were painted black like always, he wore several colorful rubber bracelets and short necklace with a gothic video game emblem on a silver coin. Dorian sighed when he pulled up the front doors, the guy at the gate told him to park there.

He already felt uncomfortable here. Turning off his engine and taken the keys. He step out of his door. He dreaded today.