Learning From The Bad Boy

Details and Glares

Nervous laughter was something I was gifted with. It wasn't a pretty sound, and I sounded more like a winded ostrich whenever it did happen.

Unfortunately enough, right now was one of those moments. My parents looked at me, expecting a response to the question they had asked.

What did you do today?

Simple enough, only I had done something today, unlike all the other days. And even though usually I'm good at avoiding the truth, I couldn't do that right now.

Here comes the nervous laughter.

Kill me now.

"You know, I really didn't do anything today. Just finished up on some assignments, and such."

My mom looked at me. She didn't believe me.

Instead of allowing more time for her to prod, I stood quickly. "I think I'm going to go to bed early." I walked to the sink, rinsing off my plate before making a dash for my room.

Well I don't think that could have been any more awkward.

I fell back onto my bed, closing my eyes. Of course I put my self in this kind of situation.

I want all the details by tonight, or I won't do it...

My eyes shot open and I reached for my phone, scrolling through it before I came upon Axel's name.

I opened it, composing a new message. I stared at the empty message for a solid ten minutes.

What do I say?

I groaned loudly, rubbing a hand across my face.

Screw it.

Hey, it's Celia.

His response came back after a few minutes.

Celia?

My face heated up. Of course he didn't know my name.

Ginger.

Another message popped up in a matter of seconds.

Oh right. Ginger. Celia. Whatever.

So about what I proposed earlier. I can tutor you whenever your free, and same goes for whenever you can help me.

He didn't respond for another ten minutes.

I get that Red. What is it exactly that I'm doing?

Hell if I even know.

Whatever you think will help me be, well, a normal teenager.

I stared at the screen of my phone, waiting for it to light up again.

So letting you party, and lose your virginity? Love, you don't need my help for that, though I'd be more than happy to help with taking your virginity.

Dear God.

My face went several shades of red in a matter of seconds.

That is NOT what I meant. Not really anyways.

So you don't want to be a virgin anymore?

I meant about going to a party!

Sure you did.

Look, if you're not up for this, I can ask someone else.