DC One-shots

Finally Together

Are you lonely?
Passion is crashing as we speak
You seem so lonely
You're the ground my feet won't reach
So if you're lonely
Darling, you're glowing
If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

After eight hours of pure hell, the bell finally rang announcing the end of a painful school day. The teacher gave her usual reminder to finish the dumb assignments she tasked us with completing over the weekend, a time when kids do everything but schoolwork. Of course, I already completed the work she gave us, which is why I decided to ignore everything she was saying and exit the classroom.

Normally I would stay behind and listen to whatever the teacher was saying. That was a time when I had nothing better to do but waste my time listening to nonsense. This time I finally have something better to do. There was somewhere I had to be, surprisingly it was somewhere I actually wanted to be.

It's been weeks since I agreed to tutor Giselle. Those following weeks had to be the best weeks of my life. Those weeks were filled with nothing but pure bliss. Being with Giselle has managed to make me vulnerable and strong at the same time. It was something I could explain, which wasn't normal for me.

The first session with Giselle was stressful. When it came to math, she was worse than I thought she was. That girl was struggling; she knew nothing, and it concerned me. I just figured that my smarts were too high, which could make her appear dumb to me because she doesn't know as much as me. That theory was soon debunked when I gave her fifth-grade math and she struggled with that.

There was one time I snapped at her, which resulted in her crying. She told me she felt dumb because she couldn't solve simple math and I told her that she was dumb because she couldn't solve simple math. Of course, I felt bad for saying it to her, which is why I apologized right after the words left my mouth.

Too bad the damage was already done. Of course, Giselle was pissed, and I couldn't even be mad at her or what she said. She told me that I was so heartless when it came to learning because that's what I'm so used to. She brought up my parents and how they don't pay me any mind unless I'm showing them my report card that's covered in nothing but A's.

She said some other hurtful things that I don't care to repeat. Anyway, we managed to get past that. We just ignored each other until we were forced to interact and apologize. Once we apologized the subject was never brought up again and everything went back to normal. Well, at least that's what I thought.

Giselle began acting strange; she's been avoiding me again. I don't know why, and it kills me that I can't figure it out. Thankfully today I'm going to figure out what the problem is, which is why I'm so eager to leave. I'm heading to Giselle's house for our daily tutoring session. This morning she left a note promising to tell me what's been going on.

At first, I didn't want to go to her house because she was scaring me. I didn't know what she was planning on doing that involved me going to her house, a place I have never even been before. On the note, she said since she didn't show up at the library for our lunch study session, we'll just make it up after school. At the bottom of the note, she promised to finally explain her strange behavior, seeing that is what made me scared.

She didn't want to be my friend anymore and I knew it. She wanted to tell me in person because that's just who she is. Maybe I'm thinking irrationally but I can't think of anything else.

Giselle has many friends and all of them are popular, which makes Giselle popular as well. You have this popular girl with a girl who spends every day with her head in a book. It just doesn't look right, it doesn't even sound right.

"Hey Chelle, where are you going? You usually linger around the school a little longer."

I turned around to see my friend Farrah looking at me utterly confused. She's so used to me doing the same thing every day that seeing me doing something different was strange to her. She almost had a heart attack when she saw me taking a nap in English class instead of science. She thought I was dead, which wasn't even as bad as the teacher thinking the same thing.