Just A Old Love Story

Bom Dropped

Brooklyn

As Caleb drove Leah and I home, I couldn't help but stare at his features.

"Stop staring," he said as I turned my attention to the windscreen.

"I wasn't," I replied but he gave a skeptical look.

"Okay I won't tease you about this as long as you tell me about that friend of yours," he said gripping on the sterling.

"Who Leah?" I asked as I glanced at her unconscious body.
After crying all her tears out, she felt sleepy and slept on Caleb.
Caleb had cradled her body all the time as I tried to get a hold of her parents because it was now late and they would automatically worry about her.

"Yes." he answered shortly.
"You actually owe me after I explained to you the whole why I play football secretly."

He actually had a point.
"First thing she is a good girl but I have a mid-life crisis to think about my two now friends dating," I said wrinkling my nose.

"Just tell her that I'm dying to get inside her pants," he said his tone making him sinister.

"Dully noted," I said looking at a sleeping Leah.

"This is the house" I said the car stalling.

"Do you need help with her?" he asked his eyes lighting at Leah.

"And risk her parents seeing you, no thank you," I said nonchalantly.

"Leah wake up," I shook her gently.
She snorted as she turned to face me.
Her eyes glimmered with tears as she stared at me.

"He betrayed me," she whispered.
I felt my heart shatter as I stared at her broken self.
She was vulnerable just like Ryan.

She threw herself on my arms crying all over again.
Caleb walked to the car and she threw herself on Caleb muttering a number of profanities.
I now understood why Ryan was as cold as he was.
If love would make Leah turn into a mess, I wondered what Ryan felt.

                      ***
"Mom I'm home," I called after the stairs assuming she was upstairs.

"In here honey," she answered from the kitchen.
I dropped my bag on the first stair and sprinted to the kitchen.
There I found my mother, a coffee mug in her hand sited at one of the stools.
Her long wavy blonde hair was in a pony tail, her plum lips red.
Her eyes were red from sleep and I understood.
Her job as an accountant to the government was tight and forced her to sleep in sometimes.
She smiled warmly, rubbing her eyes from sleep, her green eyes bloodshot.

"You know Mr. Heyward  has been struggling with Ryan right?" she asked.
The mention of Ryan's name my heart skip a beat.
I remembered how close his face was to mine while confessed why his behavior had rioted.
His black eyes were cold so as his face, motionless.

I nodded to her question.
"Mr Heyward has talked to me and we think it will be okay for you to tutor him untill the senior year is over," my mother explained.

My eyes flew wide open on hearing the news.
How could this be?
"No," I replied hastily.
Not that I did not want to tutor Ryan, is just that the thought of him and his hypnotic body with me in the same room made me nervous.

"Please," she begged me.
How could I say no?
I knew how much Mr. Heyward meant to my mother.
Refusing to help Ryan would be the same as disappointing Mr. Heyward.
And if I disappointed Ryan's dad, I disappointed my mother.

"Okay," I said in clenched teeth. My mother was jubilant upon hearing my final response.
She told me that tomorrow, instead of going home directly, I would stop over at his house and I would tutor him.

I excused myself to my room so that I would break the news to Leah.
I then remembered the problem she was going through and refrained from the thought.
She needed me more than I needed her.