Tutoring Him

12.

Alex

While I walk to my class, I keep thinking about what happened during lunchbreak. I don't know why I did that. Why did I help Sadie? I don't care about her. But why did I help her if I don't care about her? I even went in the girls bathroom for her. Why did I do that? My head is exploding from all those questions.

The only thing I know for sure is that I hate Blake. What is his fucking problem with Sadie? Why does he need to pick om her all the time? My thoughts get back to Sadie. How I held her hand. Why did I do that? Her soft skin felt so warm in my hand. And her smile... Alex, stop thinking about Sadie.

I don't know what happened in the past weeks. I thought I didn't like Sadie, but that's changing. Fast. And I don't know why. I want to know why. Why I keep thinking about her, her long blonde hair, those cute freckles and deep green eyes. Alex, for fucks sake!

I enter the math classroom and take a seat next to Tyler, who surprises me with being on time for once. He's like, the king of detention.

'Alex.' Tyler says, sounding very serious. He also looks at me with a very serious expression on his face. 'Tyler.' I say, grabbing my books out of my bag. 'Why were you and Sadie holding hands this break, hm?' He says it like he's a detective on a crime scene. Tyler looks at me with a smirk. My eyes widen a bit. Shit. I hoped no one saw that. Now it looks like we are something, which we aren't. Not that I don't want that...

'Ehm,' I say, thinking of an answer. 'I just, er, helped her. We're just... friends.' I say. Even though I wasn't lying, I feel my cheeks heaten up a bit. 'Hm, sure.' Tyler says, still looking at me like a detective. 'Just friends you said?' He opens his math book on a random page. 'Shut up Tyler.' I say, also opening my book, just so I have something to do. 'Dude, everyone can see you like her, it's so obivious.' I feel my cheeks turning red, and turn my head the other side so Tyler doesn't see it. 'Shut up.' I say again.

'Alex is in lo-hove.' Tyler says in a childish voice, just to anoy me. 'Shut up Tyler, I'm not. I don't like Sadie, okay?' Tyler opens his mouth to say something, but our math teacher does it first. 'Welcome class!' He says. Then he starts explaining something, giving Tyler no time to finish his sentence. Luckily. He really needs to shut up about Sadie. He knows I hate it. Instead of paying attention I think about what he said. Is it really obivious. More important, do I really like Sadie?