A Little Piece Of Hope

Tutors and beanbags.

Chapter 7 =) – Tutors and beanbags.

I think the realisation that I had maths next period calmed me down from my caffeine high. After I got out of the clutches of Tee and Tommy and all throughout art, I bounced in my chair until Lily physically had to pin me down until I calmed. But the thought of going into maths hyper was just wrong! Maths was pretty depressing when you have to find this inconspicuous ‘x’ that always finds a way to make it difficult. For once it would be great if he just turned himself in and stayed in one place. One good thing was I get to talk to Lewis during the period and he was extremely smart and actually knew what Mr Ronnie was on about.

Walking down the hallway to Mr Ronnie’s room was a task, with everyone barging past you and towards their own class room. What made it worse was when a lump of turd happens to turn around the corner at the same time as you and runs smack into you, leading you to be flat on your back.

“God! Bradley, if you wanted to join up to the Eric club you could have just asked the followers and not trying to stalk me secretly.”I looked up at his towering form from the floor.

“Dude, if I was stalking you it wouldn’t be to join your dumb club, it would be to plot a way to murder you in your sleep- wait? You seriously know about that? Did you organize your own club or something?That is just wrong. “He ignored my comment and decided to point out or rather manipulate the most sexual part of the sentence.

“Well seeing that you would want to see me in my sleep.” He said smiling a full blown conceited smirk. “I figured after the way you looked longingly after me this morning that would be the first sign.” He said shaking his head in mock exasperation.

“Pfft! You wish! I actually happened to be looking longingly after your skyline R34 GTR, it’s my favourite model, I think the R35 is just to sleek for a skyline, they are more of a muscle car, but that’s my opinion.” I started babbling. What? I can’t help it when it’s my favourite car we are talking about! He seemed a little shocked that I seemed to speak ‘car’, but shook his head and continued, without answering me.

“Aren’t you going to get up?” He asked all playfulness gone replaced by his brooding manner again. Fun… Not!

“No, Mr Grumpy Pants, it actually happens to be comfortable down here.” The sarcasm was loud and clear. Glaring at him I pushed myself up and started walking past him towards the class room again. “And it was your fault anyway; you shouldn’t be going around sexually abusing poor innocent little girls.” He mutter something along the lines of I was anything but innocent but I ignored him… What did he mean about that anyway? Another thing I thought was strange other than the fact that Eric was being civil, was the fact that he didn’t have his groupies circling him like a pack of vultures waiting for their turn.

I reached the door and was safely in my seat before Mr Ronnie was even in the class and after an hour of torture and a bunch of straight lines that have lost their perpendicular bisectors, it was time for Music. Hooray! More time with Eric, how fun. Dragging my butt off the chair I trudged to my last class of the day.

I sat down in the chair that I was in yesterday, hoping that Eric and She-Witch wouldn’t sit here again, but that idea was shot down when I realised that I would have to sit with him anyway. He’s my damn tutor.

Barging through the door, Eric was clearly in a bad mood, and a couple of seconds later Aphrodite sauntered in bending at his whim.

“Eric, Baby what’s wrong?” I threw up a little in my mouth as I saw their little show play out. Her clinging to his arm like a life preserver, and him looking off to the back of the room blankly, not giving a damn. It was like one of those ironic old black and white movies where the woman is begging her man to stay but he just shakes her off.