Corrupt Me

eight

\\ monday after the party //

After breakfast on Saturday Kyla and I hung out for a little bit while my hang over went away then she dropped me off at my house.  I basically did homework for the rest of the weekend and I also practiced a little more guitar.  Teaching myself guitar was a little harder then I thought it would be so I am going to ask Mrs. Clifford if she knows anyone who does cheap lessons next period since I have a spare.

"So what did your parents say when you got home one Saturday?" Kyla asks me as she catches up to me in the hall.

"Nothing really.  They didn't even notice me when I came in thank goodness!  I still had some makeup on and those 'sinful' clothes."  I say with a little laugh.

The bell goes and the crowded hall quickly becomes empty.  "I gotta run! If I am late one more time I get detention.  Meet up at lunch?"  She asks.

"Did you really just ask me that? Of course what else would I be going?"  I give her a funny look.

"I don't know maybe hooking up with Michael Clifford?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

"Oh shut up and get to class."  I walk over to the band room and I hear some people arguing.

"Michael, you NEED to get your act together! I don't expect you to get straight A's but I expect you to at least try."  I hear Mrs. Clifford say.

"I am trying mom! I just don't have enough time to study, with band practice and working!" I didn't know Michael had a job.

"Well maybe you should hire a tutor!  Yes! If you hire a tutor then they can help you be more motivated to study because I live with you Michael.  I know you have enough time to study."

"I can't!  I don't have the money to spend on a tutor.  I would have to get another job because I am still paying you back for my car and for the windows I broke at Calums.  Then I definitely wouldn't have enough time to study."  Michael sighs and I can picture himself running his hand through his hair.

"Well if your grades aren't up by next semester then you have to quit the band."

I decide that I should quit eavesdropping and take a lap around the school.  When I return to the band room again Michael is packing up some things and looks like he is about to head out.  I knock on the door, "Mrs. Clifford?"

"Oh Emily! What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with something."  I look over at Michael and he pays no attention to me as a slowly walk into the room.  "Over the weekend I started trying to teach myself guitar and it was pretty difficult.  I am sure I would be able to do it if I had more time but I don't.  So I wondering if you knew anyone who I could get lessons from that is fairly cheap?"

She stops what she is doing and looks up at me. "Hmm, let me think.  Well there is- actually I don't think he is taking anymore students."  She thinks for a little bit longer then it looks as if a light bulb went on in her head.  "You have fairly good grades don't you Emily?"

"Yes.  I am on honors roll."  I say slowly not quite sure where she is going with this.

"Oh I just had a brilliant idea!  Mike, come over here for a minute."  I turn to look at him and he turns on his heel with sigh, he was just about to leave.

As soon as she called him over I knew exactly what her plan was.  My stomach twisted, oh no, I thought.

"Emily, do you think it would be possible for you to tutor my son in exchange for free guitar lessons?  He is the best guitar player I know!"  I look over at Michael, he is looking at the ground but i can tell he has a little smirk on his face.

I really don't want to but music is everything to me and free guitar lessons would be amazing. The only thing that I hate about this is that it is with Michael.  And also Kyla will flip out.  He is pretty sweet to me when we are alone though so it might not be that bad.

"I guess i could do that." I say very hesitantly pulling the sleeves of my sweater over my hands.

Mrs. Clifford grins, "Perfect!! And Michael, do you think you could give Emily free guitar lessons if she tutors you for free? Remember what we talked about."  She says sternly raising her eyebrow.

He looks up, "Yeah. I guess I could."

"Great!  Well if you two could excuse me, I really need to get some of this work done."  She walks into the storage room leaving Michael and I.  

I start to walk out and Michael follows me.  "I'll only teach you guitar if you promise not to fall head over heels in love with me babe."  I look over at him appalled as he shoots me a wink.

"Watch it Clifford.  I don't have to tutor you, you could fail, have to quit your band, and your life would suck even more then it probably already does."  I said harshly.  As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I shouldn't have said them.  I looked over at him immediately felt bad.  He looked hurt, but more then anything he looked angry.

"I am sorry.  I shouldn't have said that."  

I expected him to shout or get mad at me for eavesdropping or something, but all he said was, "You're right.  I am sorry, I do really need you to help me."

"Okay.  But on one condition.  We keep this a secret.  Rumors spread to fast and I don't feel like being called the school slut because everyone will assume we are hooking up."

He puts his hand against his chest and fakes looking hurt.  "So you think everyone I hook up with is a slut?"

"Don't you?"  I ask.

"Yeah, actually, they kinda are."  We laugh.

"Okay well we should probably set up a schedule so we can get started right away."  I sit down on one of the stairs and he sits beside me.  "I am free anytime except Wednesday's so whenever works for you.  And do you want to do them on the same days or guitar and tutoring on separate days."

"I am not sure, I have to work Tuesday's, Thursday's, and Sunday's, and I have band practices on Monday's and Wednesday's after school for an hour.  But if it is possible, do you think we could three times a week.  Like since you don't have a car you could come to band practice with me on Monday's and hang out for an hour or something then we could go to my house and I could teach you guitar for an hour and you could tutor me for an hour?"

I write down what days in my calendar.  "Then we would also do Friday's and Saturday's?"

"Yeah, and I was thinking since I am so far behind in my classes we could do longer on Saturday's.  I mean if you aren't busy or anything."  He runs his fingers through his hair.  "I could teach you and extra hour of guitar too."

"Okay, sure that sounds good.  Do you want to start today or..."  I drag on.

"Yeah I am good to start today if you are."

"Okay, sounds like a plan.  I'll meet you at our lockers after classes?"  I stand up wiping the dust off my butt."

"Okay, yeah."  He stands up too and walks up a few steps. "Oh and Emily!"

I stop walking and turn around facing him again.  "Yeah?"

"I really appreciate this.  Thank you."  He gives a small smile.

"No problem, thank you too."  He gives a small nod and heads up the stairs.  I don't think this is going to be too bad.

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