The Girl at the Back of the Class (HEAVY RE-WRITING)

Chapter 3...

When I got home the first thing I did was take a shower. I was exhausted and didn't want to focus on my priorities. Yet my mind still drew me back to when that guy asked me to tutor him. I didn't even know him, much less what his deal was. It could all be a ploy to lure me into some kind of drug ring. Probably not, but still, why was I making such a big deal out of this?

I tried to dismiss the idea from my head, yet it's been a while since I've personally talked with anyone other than my close friends. I didn't even really think anyone ever knew me from "That girl at the back of the class." Yet, he did, I guess.

I actually didn't even know his name. I just knew him as, "that one guy" or "the quarterback" and that's surprising for two people who lived their whole lives living in the same town. I guess I procrastinated a little bit.

I know it sounds bad, but I'm definitely one for stereotyping, and this guy never seemed my type. My type of person, that is. He was always a part of some other crowd, and to be honest, I didn't know who he was until today. But as cliche as it sounds, this blue eyed, brown haired boy didn't fit in with the typical high school boy mold.

As I got out of the shower i wondered whether it would be the right time to work on my homework, not really feeling any motivation to do it, I shrugged off the homework predicament decided to get a snack out of the kitchen, it had been almost 5 hours since lunch and I was starving.

After food I figured there was nothing to do but go to sleep. After an hour or two of noodling around on my phone I decided that it was time to at least get in bed.
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Late that night I couldn't sleep, there was something itching at the back of my mind. That guy. He seemed nice on the the surface but I felt like there was something underneath. It may be good or bad, but I'm not sure I want to get close enough to him to find out. But maybe I do.