The Tutor

2
“He’s so gorgeous and he helped me up and I was a total bimbo just blushing.” I gushed over the phone to Rose.
“Really?! What’s his name?”
“Dawson. Isn’t that just the hottest name?!”
“No kidding. Let’s hear a description.”
“Blond hair, blue eyes, nice build, probably around six feet tall.”
“Very sexy. I approve. And that’s totally cool of your uncle to let you stay in your own room.”
“I know right!”
“Well, I could only talk for a little while. I’ll see you later Gracie. Maybe I can come visit sometime.”
“That would be amazing. You can stay in my room. God knows I have enough space.”
“That’d be perfect. We’ll work it out later. Bye!”
“See ya!”
She hung up and I set my phone down. Tomorrow I start school. I wonder what all the people are going to be like. I mean I’ve gotten a small taste. That one selfish prick today, then the gorgeous Dawson, so who knows what can happen.
~*~
I really tried to tie my tie, but to no avail. I just can’t do it. So I now have an awkward lopsided tie around my neck. It’s cool with me though.
I slipped on my stupid skirt, shirt and jacket. I put on my combat boots for shoes just to shake things up. I straightened out my hair then pinned pieces up to make it stick out and look super awesome.
I grabbed my new book bag my mom bought me (I do not like it for the record) and ran out of there. I was already a bit late. I looked at my schedule and it said first period was biology. It took me a while to find the right room, but I finally did. I opened the door and walked in. Immediately everyone looked up. I saw a lot of people’s eyes go wide, except for one person’s. That stupid arrogant prick from yesterday. He was sitting in the back of the room with a bored look.
“Excuse me young lady, you are?” the teacher asked.
“Gracie May Howards.” I said handing her a slip.
“Oh! The dean’s niece. Very well, take a seat where ever, I’ll have my teacher’s aide help you out in a bit.”
I nodded.
I went and sat in the back, but not near the prick. The teacher talked for a little and I tried to pay attention, but I just am not good at keeping focused. I really actually tried though, because I want to keep my hair and I have to actually pass the class and not cause trouble to do that. I’m not sure how though. I have the worst attention span and I don’t really know anything about biology.
Finally Mrs. Lenard, I found out, finished and we had time to work on our stuff. I noticed that the prick didn’t have any books or notebooks out. The teacher went and talked to him for a second and he nodded. I noticed him walking my way. Oh gosh. Please tell me he’s not the teacher’s aide.
“Hey, I’m here to help. I’m the teacher’s aide.” He said in a bored tone.
I just looked up and glared at him. “I don’t need help from you.” I snapped.
He chuckled and looked down at my paper where all my little doodles were. “I can see, because you took such diligent notes.”
I covered them up and continued to glare. “Just tell me what you need to then go away.”
“I’m here to help you catch up a little with the class.”
“Fine.”
“What do you know about biology?”
I paused for a second. “Um…trees are a part of biology right?”
He looked at me with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh. You have got to be kidding me.”
“Shut up!” I snapped. “I have a hard time in school okay!”
“Yeah, and I’m sure your charming personality makes up for it.” He said sarcastically.
“Hey, why are you so mean to me?”
“Huh?”
“Like yesterday and today? What did I do to you?”
“Oh, you were the little girl I ran into.”
“Little girl? I’m the same age as you!”
“Are you?”
“Yeah, I’m seventeen.”
“Wow, I would have guessed thirteen.”
I was so tempted to punch him right there. “You’re such a little jerk!”
“I’m sorry I insulted you, but you have to see it coming when you look like a clown and a drag queen smashed together and to top it all off you’re dumber then a sack of potatoes.”
I just stared open mouthed at him. “I can’t believe you just said that to me!”
“Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble like that.”
“Why can’t you be more like Dawson?” I mumbled.
“Wait, Dawson Marks?”
I wasn’t even aware he heard me. What ridiculous hearing. “Well, yeah. He knocked me down and apologized. He even helped me up. Why can’t you be gentlemanly like that?”
“Because I’m not a total douche.”
“Hey, I don’t like that language.”
He rubbed his eyes. “Oh my gosh, you like Dawson too.”
“What?! No!”
“Whatever, I don’t care. If you want to like that fake pretty boy, it’s not my problem, but I’m telling you now that if you want to get him, you’re not going to looking like that.”
“Like this?” I said motioning to my outfit.
“Well, yeah kind of. First of all learn how to tie a tie, second of all your hair is a total disaster. Do you own a comb?”
I glared. “I like it like this.”
“Yeah, well Dawson doesn’t.”
“How do you even know?”
“I used to be best friends with him.”
“Really? Why aren’t you anymore?”
“Why in the world would I tell you?”
“Jeez, sorry.”
The bell rang ending class. That guy stood up quickly and got out of there pretty fast. I never did even learn his name.
I looked at my schedule and next was English. I was actually pretty good in that subject.
That class and the one after went pretty fast. People stared and whispered about me, but whatever.
Finally it was lunch time. I got in line and got my food. The next question was where to sit.
I sighed and looked around. Everyone seems to have their place, except of course me. I noticed an empty table, except for one person, in back of the cafeteria.
Once I got closer I noticed who the occupant was. That prick. He was typing away on his computer. I sighed and went and sat in front of him.
He looked up from his computer with a shocked face. “What the heck are you doing?”
“Sitting. Or am I not allowed to do that too?”
“Why here though?”
“There’s nowhere else.”
“Boo hoo. Now get up.”
“Just let me sit here. I don’t like you, you don’t like me, we can annoy each other by being here.”
“That seems like a win lose agreement. I only like to win.”
“Boo hoo now get over it.” I mocked.
He frowned. “You are a very annoying little drag queen.”
“And you are a very arrogant little prick.”
“Little? I’m at least two feet taller than you.”
“Oh, you’re seven feet tall?”
“It’s a figure of speech, get over it. I’m six five by the way.”
Okay, that is kind of tall, but I’m not going to say it. “Big whoop.”
He just huffed and went back to his computer.
It was silent after that and I ate my ham sandwich quickly and discarded the remains.
On my way to the door though I caught eyes with Dawson. He kind of smiled and I smiled back. Maybe I have a chance.