Should've Been Us

Chapter 3

"Bye Becky!" One of my brother's friends says to me.

"Bye Ben, keep up the good work."

Austin walks towards me and asks, "You sure know how to make the teens comfortable."

"Him? Oh, he's a friend of my brother's. That's how I know him."

We start walking to our next classroom, which was the Spanish teacher who was hated by many students. The reason she isn't well liked is because she is rude, doesn't have patience with students, and she's a super harsh grader. She will literally take away points if you talk during class. I'm glad I never had her.

"Cool, what grade is he in?" He continues the conversation. He sure loves to talk.

"He's a freshman. But he's actually taller than me."

"Well, there's no surprise there..." Did he just mock me? Wow, then again I know I'm short. But still.

"He might be taller than you even," I continue.

"Good for him." We arrive at the class and the teacher still wasn't there. Typical teacher; and yet she wonders why the students don't listen to her.

"Just so you know, I'm half Mexican," he blurts out.

"Really? I'm full Mexican. Both of my parents are Mexican." He nods, as if he assumed that already. "Do you know Spanish then?"

"I know some Spanish," we stand in the middle of the class, waiting for the rest of the students and the teacher to arrive.

"You do? Then read me what it says on that poster above the board."

They were the days of the week, but he foolishly read them in English. "Oh, easy. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday..."

"In Spanish I meant," I laugh at his attempt to play smart with me.

"Oh, ummm, Do-min-go, Lun-es, Mar-tes, Mier-co-les, Jue-ves, Vier-nes, Sa-ba-do..." He read them with an accent and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Not bad," I continue to laugh and that's when I noticed him smiling back at me.

"Hey, don't make fun of my accent."

"I'm not, sorry for laughing."

"It's ok," then the teacher suddenly came inside. I head towards her and greet her.

"So, we have another tutor?" I nod with a smile, "Great, that's awesome. Why don't you pick a group and simply help them study for finals. It's ok if it isn't your final group for the year."

"Thanks Mrs. Wisocky." I walk to the center and look around the room, checking to see who was missing a tutor. Right in the back left corner I see a group who consisted of five boys and one girl. I don't hesitate and walk towards the group. "Hi guys."

"Hi, are you our new tutor?" The girl automatically asks.

"For now, yes. But I'm not sure if there will be a rearrangement of tutors after this crazy time called "finals"."

"What's your name, Miss?" A boy with a grey hoodie and braces asks.

"My name is Becky. What are your guy's names?" They go down the line and I learned that their names were Alice, Sean, Sean, Kevin, Christian, and Michael. "Oh, so we have two Sean's here."

"Yeah, it gets confusing at times," Sean one says. He was wearing a black hoodie.

"Sometimes we'll both reply, when it was only meant for one of us," the second Sean laughs. He was the one wearing a grey hoodie.

"It's understandable," I say to them. "So, what are you guys studying?" We get right into their questions and finish off with on a great point. "Thanks for a great session everyone. It was nice to meet you all."

"Will you be back next week, Miss?" Grey hoodie Sean asks. I confirm to him and the rest of the group that I would be there.

"Ok, bye Miss."

"Please, call me Becky." I wave bye to them and when I look to my right, I see Austin right next to me.

"How did it go with the sophomores?" He asks me.

"Pretty good, I got to know a bit about each of them and we seem to have gone through a good amount of their questions."

"That's great." We start walking out, "Good day Mrs. Wisocky."

"Bye Austin, bye Becky."

We head towards the office, where our sign in sheets were placed. He continued to speak to me, ask me questions about my education and so forth. Wow, this guy really wants to get to know me. Almost a bit suspicious...

Any who, we reach the office, sign our hours, and walk outside the gate. I was about to walk to the circle drive, which was to out right, when he interrupts me. "Where are you parked?"

I get a bit nervous, because my dad dropped me off. "Oh, I parked at the circle drive, over there."

"Oh, well I recommend parking over here," he points to the left, "That's usually reserved for teachers, staff, and tutors."

"Thanks, I'll make sure to park over there next time," I wave bye to him.

"Ok, see you next week Becky."

"Bye Austin." I awkwardly walk away and text my dad right away. I stand near the parking post, looking for my dad's contact.

The reason my dad dropped me off is not because we have only one car. It's actually because I don't know how to drive yet. I have a fear for learning and I feel embarrassed for being a college sophomore, 19, who doesn't know how to drive.

Anyways, I call my dad and he automatically picks up. "Dad, I'm finished. Can you pick me up?"

"Of course Becky. Be there in a minute." I say bye, send him a kiss, and then hang up.

I put my phone away and stare at the school.

Honestly, I'm so glad that I came back. I see my old teachers, some old classmates that I had (but they are currently seniors), and best of all I feel like I'm making myself a better person. This does not feel like a job at all. It's my future career and I'm loving it so far.

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A/N: Guys! I'm so, so sorry for the delay. I have had a crazy semester this year. Hope this chapter makes up for the delay. Once finals are overwith, like in the middle of December, I promise to continue the story at a more constant speed.