Hell, He Wrote
Chapter 6
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd ever just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
~Chuck Palahniuk~
**Noelle's POV**
I watched in disbelief as Tyson stalked off. What the hell? I'd just spent the entire weekend convincing myself to make this just another quick job-in and out with no problem. I mean, Tyson had made it painfully clear that he was attracted to me when he kissed me. I already had him hook, line, and sinker. But, if that were true why was he walking away from me now?
If Tyson had gone and decided over the weekend that he wasn't interested in me anymore, then my job would be a hell of a lot harder. I'd need to bring out the big guns for this one.
I smirked as the bell rang. I knew exactly what I needed to do. By this time next week, I'd have Tyson wrapped around my little finger. He didn't have a chance.
"Can I have a schedule change?" I asked quietly, batting my eyes at the school receptionist.
She looked up and wordlessly pointed at a large stack of Schedule Change Request forms sitting on her desk. I flashed her my man-killing smile and took one.
I had already taken the initiative to sneak a copy of Tyson's schedule. Now all I needed to do was get into a few of his classes and I'd be all set. It would definitely be a stretch since school had started a month ago, but when I set my heart to something I didn't let go. Ever. Losing to Tyson was not an option.
I tapped on the receptionist's desk and handed her the form with exaggerated vigor. She pulled out her drawer and carefully tucked it into a manila folder. I cleared my throat and she glanced up at me in surprise, apparently believing that I had already left.
"I'm sorry, but do you think you can try to get me into my classes now? I want to start as soon as I can, since I'd already be so behind." I smiled sweetly to remove any of the impatience that had leaked into my voice.
The receptionist studied me a moment before responding, "Honey, I'm going to be completely honest-I would be very surprised if I could get you into any of these classes. It's a little late to be changing your schedule, so you'd need a very good excuse".
I nodded sadly, quickly getting into character. "You see, everyone on my father's side of the family has gone to the same college ever since my great-great grandfather first got accepted. I thought I'd have the right credits to apply, but the information I was given was outdated," I gave a soft sniffle before continuing, "If I don't get into these classes, I won't be able to apply. I knew which college I was going to ever since I could talk-to say my family is obsessed is an understatement.
"I know that you must have students coming in all the time asking for schedule changes, but my entire future depends on this. I'm willing to study hard to make up for it. I would be so grateful if you could try to fit me in."
I pretended to calm myself by taking a big breath. The receptionist raised an eyebrow and leaned back further in her chair. "Well, that is certainly quite a story. I can try to fit you in now, but I won't make any promises."
I feigned excitement as she opened her cabinet and pulled out my form. She adjusted her glasses and studied the form closely-as if looking for flaws.
"Hmm. What was it you wanted to do when you got to this college?"
"Oh, well I'm hoping to get my major in English, so I need to go to a college with a strong English program."
"Really? So why are you wanting to sign up for woodshop? You haven't even requested any English-related classes."
