More Than A Tutor

chapter 19

Tristans POV

This morning I woke up to what seemed like a hundred text messages from my mother, talking about how they won't be back again till next week since they are in Canada for some more business. They were home for about two days I think before they left again. It gets very lonely since my brother lives so far away, I just wish that I had someone to be here with. Its just tiring spending every night by myself, eating takeout every other meal and just watching whatever was on TV that night. 

I don't understand why my parents get on my ass about school and football if they aren't even here for any of it. I don't remember the last time my father came to one of my games, sometimes he'll watch a highlight reel but other than that nothing. 

I honestly just had no motivation to go to school today, to do anything. I just laid in my bed listening to some mind numbing rock music too drown everything out, all my own stupid weak thoughts. 

It gets to about 9 am till I get a text from Derek asking where I am and that he wants to go get high in the bathroom with a couple other of the football guys on my team. I just thrown my found to the other side of the bed and bury my head back into the pillows. I close my eyes and her image pops into my head, all the things we had done the good and the naughty. 

I know we have tutoring today but I honestly don't think its a good idea anymore for me too see her. Bethany already has it out for her and soon almost every other girl I've done anything with will be too. She is just so pure and kind I don't want to put her through that and all their pettiness. 

But on the other hand I don't want to stop seeing her, I don't think I can. I finally pull myself out of my bed and take a shower to clear my head and so I don't smell like shit. I throw on some black sweats and a gray t shirt, nothing fancy at all but hey I look hot as shit. 

I get in my car and drive to the school parking lot watching the students start to pour out. I spot Emma right away in her oversize hoodie, god I have no clue why she hides her body but it also turns me on that I'm the only one who knows whats underneath. I quickly leave my car in an attempt to catch up with her when I hear some guys calling my name in front of me. I roll my eyes and contemplating talking to them or getting to Emma.

"Tristan, when did you start fucking ugly bitches bro" some fucking short ugly guy blurts out and all the guys around him begin to laugh it up. 

"What the fuck did you say you fat fuck" I say approaching them quickly watching a little fear spark in them. Before he has a chance to respond I punch him square in the nose almost effortlessly. He falls to the ground covering his bloody face with his hands and he turns into a sobbing mess. What a weak fucking bitch.

 I quickly turn around and see Emma hoping on the bus. Before I can even think I start running towards the bus but the doors shut just a couple seconds before I get there. I start banging on the doors frantically and the old bitch driving the thing gives me a dirty look as she opens the doors. 

I walk right past her looking for Emma in the sea of strangers on the bus. I meet her stare and look deeply into her eyes, she looks sad, confused and mad all at the same time. Kinda how I feel. I stand in front of the seat towering over her small frame. 

"Are you just gonna let me stand or can I sit" I ask her playfully but I don't think she took it that way. 

"oh yeah" she mumbles and scoots over to the window seat making room for me. I sit down in the uncomfortable seat and wonder why she was doing this everyday. The bus starts moving at a snails pace, this old lady is seriously the worst driver I've ever seen. 

"Why are you on the bus?" she asks quietly still staring straight ahead. 

"Cause I didn't want to miss our tutoring session" I say holding back a smile. 

"Why weren't you at school today?" She asks again.

"Whats with the third degree?" I reply back sarcastically and see a small weak smile appear on her face. "Had a rough morning." I mumble just loud enough for her too hear, I hope she doesn't ask anymore questions or try to get me to talk about it.

"It wasn't because of me right?" she asks still looking straight ahead not meeting my eyes, those words made my heart sink. I didn't even think that she would be this affected by me missing a day, but I don't blame her the timing was horrible the day after we did what we did. She's just such an overthinker and analyses everything. 

"No nothing to do with you don't think that okay" I say getting her to meet my eyes but she quickly looks away. "Whats the matter?" I ask noticing her body language is off. 

"It's stupid" she replies looking down at her feet which are fidgeting with each other, I grab her chin gently and tilt her face to look at me in my eyes and she finally lets out a big sigh. "Fine I don't know their was just a lot of people giving me dirty looks today and I don't know why." she finally confesses. 

"Don't worry about them" I say knowing that it won't help because shes not like that but she just nods her head in response. 

"How are you going to get home if you took the bus?" She asks and I mentally face palm myself realizing how stupid I was. I left my car at the school, I could have just texted her asking for the address but no I chases her onto a bus. 

"Well maybe I can just stay with you" I half jokingly suggest and meet her eyes to see a shocked and embrassed expression on her face. 

"You'll have to talk to my brother about that" she mumbles out with a small wicked smirk curving in the corners of her mouth.