The Unexpected

Chapter 6

"I should pay you back some how?"

"Fine, here's a brush." I handed him my spare.

"You get paint on this shirt, I'm murdering you."

I don't blame him, not that i noticed, but he did look good. He was wearing a white tee from west 49, and dark skinnies with chains hanging from the side.

"How nice." I sneer.

He puts the music back on.

"What? No more dancing?" He teased while stroking the other wall.

"Haha, funny." I tried to hide my burning red face.

1 HOUR LATER

"Wow, finally." Tanner pretends to wipe sweat from his forehead.

I collapse onto the floor and stare at my walls in amazement.

"Looks amazing." I whispered to myself.

"What's with the sudden change anyways?" He asks, collapsing next to me.

"Trying something new." I replied trying not to think about the horrid memory.

He takes a dramatic deep breath.

"What's that?" He shrieks pointing to my left.

I quickly turned but realized i was staring at nothing. Right than, i felt a cold brush stroke across my cheek.

My jaw drops. I touched the paint on my cheek in disbelief. Before i can even get him back, he's already on his feet.

"Oops." He shrugs with a huge grin on his face.

Without thinking i grabbed my brush and brushed blue paint across his white t shirt. His face was shocking. He was horrified.

"Oh my god! Tanner, I'm so sorry!" I start apologizing.

"Ohhh, you are soooooo dead!" He screeches.

He grabs the paint roller and rubs it against my back.

I cup some paint into my hands and throw it at him, spraying his face.

He dips his brush into the paint can and comes running straight at me. My room wasn't big, but there was plenty of room to run, and that's exactly what i did. I ran until he cornered me. I tried shoving past him but he grabbed me by the waist to keep me still. The paint brush was inches away from my face, than my feet got tangled into his and we crashed onto the floor.

"Owww." I groaned.

He'd fallen right on top of me.

We stared at eachother's eyes for a while not knowing what to do, since he was the one ontop of me.

Was his face getting closer? It was, he was moving in. All i could do was lay there, with my eyes wide open.

All of a sudden, his hands land right next to my head as he picks himself up.

"Ummm, i should go." He runs his hands through his hair. He seemed nervous, again.

"Uh, yah, ok." I mumble, sitting up.

And with that, he was out the door.

Now that i think of it, did he really come here for tutoring, because he didn't bring any of his books. And not to mention he came extremley early.

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"Yes, class. Our France trip is next week. Since we won't be having a test before than, im sure you guys would like to know our class average." Mrs J announces.