Tutoring Mr. Bad Boy (REWRITE)

Seven

"Guess what?!" I chirped, bouncing up and down on my toes in excitement.

Austin rose an eyebrow. "You're on drugs?"

I stopped bouncing and rolled my eyes. "No."

"Then tell me."

"Kyle asked me out!" I blurted. "Well...sort of."

"Sort of?" he asked.

"He just wants to hang out on Friday night, at some party," I explained. "But he did also say he wants to take me on a proper date."

Austin shut his locker. "Oh...well too bad you're going to have to turn him down for Friday."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm not letting you go with some guy to some party you know nothing about?" he chuckled, as if his answer was the most reasonable one ever. "I know the guys throwing it, they're on the team. And I know just how out of hand they can get."

It was my turn to look at him questioningly. "Some guy? He's your friend and teammate."

"Oh now that he's actually had the balls to ask you out he's officially some guy to me," Austin remarked.

I rolled my eyes again. "Aren't you the one who's been telling me to tell him I like him and go on a date with him?"

"Yeah because I thought he'd take you to go play mini golf or something," he chuckled once more. "Not to some outrageous party."

"I've been to parties before Austin, I'll be fine," I told him. "So sorry dad but I'm going."

"Okay fine, but do expect me there. They are my friends after all," he said, a satisfied look on his face.

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't need a chaperone."

He just smiled and tapped my nose. "Later Khalan."

I groaned and in defeat. Austin looking out for me wasn't odd, I just didn't want him breathing down my neck the entire time. I looked at my watch and sighed, heading to the library to tutor Shawn.

***

I hurried to open the door when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Alright, let's get you all dolled up," Jess chirped as she stepped in with Shayley.

"Well I hope you guys are here to talk her out of this," Austin said from the couch.

I rolled my eyes. He had 'dropped by' to see what I was up to knowing very well that I was supposed to be getting ready.

"Yeah no kidding, cause you're not going looking like that," Jessica pointed out.

I was wearing sweatpants and a paint stained t-shirt with flip flops and my hair was sticking out in ways I didn't think it could stick out. A lot of people found a way to rock the messy look but I just looked like I climbed out of a dumpster. I smiled as I took another bite of my apple.

"C'mon lets go get ready," I said.

"Get ready for what?" my brother asked, walking into the room.