I dreaded going to the next day, which was Wednesday, by the way. Because I would be facing the fact that a) Jordan would be in all my classes. And b) I had to tutor him after school for all his subjects.
A flash of anger passed through me. I really, really hated Mr. Butler. Like, really.
And how did Jordan find out my Instagram? Maybe he asked someone about me....
But why would he? Why would he go through all that trouble because of me? It's not like I was interesting....
But then I thought about what Mr. Butler said about him. Did he really have a good reason for why he does the things he does? Or did he do it for fun?
If it was the second option, then he was a really, really sick person.
I counted all the bad things I noticed him do so far. 1, get into a fight which landed him in detention. 2, throw pencils at the wall in detention. 3, call Juley a 'bitch'. And 4, poke my boob and touch my thigh.
Yup, he was bad.
Which is why I wanted to avoid him and have nothing to do with him.
Absolutely nothing.
The person whom I wanted to be noticed by was Tyler. Damn, I would kill to be his girlfriend.
Jenna loved to tease me about him. One time, she said she thought he had a boyfriend and I got so freaked out that we had to stalk his Instagram to check his status.
To my relief, he was single.
Thank Jesus.
Now, just love me.
I decided to take the bus this time, so I rushed myself into wearing a Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt that Jason bought me for my birthday when I was a freshman and was all into 'rock' and 'punk' and stuff like that. I put on a pair of acid washed jeans, tied my long black hair in a bun, put on a headband and my dark purple and neon teal Nikes, grabbed my mytouch and headphones and stuffed it in my pocket, and grabbed the breakfast burrito that mom made for me. Rushing to the bus, I yelled, "Bye, mami!"
To be honest, I was dreading to get there.
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Immediately as I put my stuff in my locker and got what I needed for first period which was Algebra one and second period which was Spanish one, there was this dumb rule that you could only go to your locker every two periods, I felt someone slap my butt.
Thinking it was Jenna, I whirled around and yelled, "You little bitch!" To find out it was Jordan.
My body automatically froze, and he smirked. "What did you just call me?" He said in a half kidding, half threatening voice.
I swallowed and said, "Nothing! Nothing, I thought you were my friend. Sorry."
He smiled. For some reason it looked weird on him, like he was a serial killer. Then, in the blink of an eye, his hand slammed against the side of my head, touching my locker. I trembled but tried to contain it. He smirked. It was mean. "That's what I thought, tutor."
He walked away, to what I hoped, actually not really, to Mr. Butler's room, while I sunk to the ground, staring straight ahead of me as if I just saw my life pass before my eyes.
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Five minutes later, after a long drink of water and a pep talk, I walked into Mr. Butler's classroom. Almost everyone was there except for two because two chairs were missing.
"Hey, Sofia!" Kayla said to me. I smiled in her direction. "Hey," Gabe nodded towards me. I waved to him. The bell rang when I finally got to my seat. I looked around for Jordan, but I didn't see him.
I felt something, a paper ball?, hit the back of my head. Startled, I retrieved it from the floor and uncrumpled it.
bitch, you did not tell me that you were tutoring jordan. plus, you didn't tell me he had his whole schedule changed because of you. dumbass. i hate you. are we really best friends?
I immediately knew who it was from. Jenna.
I scribbled something on the back like, "how do you know about it" and "is there a rumor" and "i didn't know until yesterday" and "why would you doubt our friendship?".
I threw it on Jenna's desk just as a smirking Jordan walked in followed by a grumpy Mr. Butler. Seeing me, his frown deepened. "Jordan," he barked. "Go sit by your tutor!" He barked. Jordan smirked. "I'd be happy to."
His grin was wolfish, as he strided toward the desk next to me. A shiver of anticipation, fear I mean, ran through me as he sat on the chair with a thud.
"Hey, babe," he said to me. I gritted my teeth.
"Babe?!" Jenna shrieked from the front. Jordan laughed and put an arm around me. I tried to wriggle out of it, but his grip was too strong. "Yeah. Sofia, you my girlfriend. Right?"
His eyes were daring me to deny it. I swallowed.
"No. I said. Which surprised me. He smirked. Leaning closer, he whispered, "I'm so fucking glad you're my tutor."
I didn't know my ass was halfway out the seat until he grabbed one of my asscheeks and squeezed it. My face turned bright red, but what confused me was I felt disgusted.....and pleased.
Mr. Butler groaned. "Alright, you two, stop flirting! Ii have a class to teach."
I hated Mr. Butler. I hated Jordan.
But most of all, I hated myself.
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The end of of the school day was pretty quick. I bumped into Jordan at lunch and told him to meet me in the library for his tutoring session. To my surprise, he didn't argue.
Just flirted with me and told his squad that I was his girlfriend.
Which I denied. Again.
By the time I got to the library, he was already there, a pissed look on his face.
A tingle of fear went up my spine. Was it because I was three minutes late?
I carefully walked in, but he didn't notice. Walking up to him, I placed my stuff beside where he was sitting. He didn't notice.
He looked deep in thought, so I sat down and grabbed Mr. Butler's homework. I thought he was still deep in thought until I felt his iron grip on my wrist.
"Hey--" I started to say before I was cut off by his lips crashing on mine.
Let me just say, I think I must be the best tutor in the world to tolerate that shit.
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THE PIC OF THE SHOES AT THE TOP IS THE SHOES THAT SHE WEARS AND THAT I WANT SO SO SO FUCKING BADLY. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE UPDATE.
