Liar || c. d. {DISCONTINUED for new edition}

2 | Failing

*Blue's POV*

The next day, things didn't go as I had planned.

"Blue, can you please stay after class?" My French teacher had kept her eyes on me this entire time. All we were doing was working on a stupid worksheet! Half of this class I didn't even pay attention to, you don't need to learn French.

I packed up my messenger bag and strode to the front of the room, pretending not to notice Chase's eyes, which hadn't strayed from me through the entire class. As I neared the teacher, I noticed how she had a few strands of gray hair on the roots. Ms. Freeman was starting to get old.

Isn't she only 43? "You asked for me, Miss Freeman?" I asked politely, tilting my head to the side. Whenever I did this, the teachers always smiled. But this time, Ms. Freeman just frowned and flipped through the ruffled tests on her desk.

She slid a paper towards me, with my swirly handwriting all over the page. I noticed that on the top right corner, there was a big red F in red ink. "What's this?" I asked, placing my thumb over my name by accident. She just wanted to see me for a measly F?

Did she honestly think anyone in my family cared about my grades?
"This is your last exam on French. It should look familiar to you, since it's been the same grade on every test, warmup, project, assign-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," I paused. "What do you want me to do? Study more?" I was starting to get frustrated. This was just a stupid waste of my time.

I watched as Miss Freeman folded her hands on the papers, and glanced behind me, presumingly at the kids who stayed late to work on that stupid assignment. "Since your grades have been disapproved by your english and math teachers, including French as well, we have all decided that it would be best to assign you a tutor."

A tutor? "What?" I gasped, not able to conceal my surprise. After I saw the look Ms. Freeman gave me, I smoothed down my mask and put it back on. "Would you mind telling me who?"

"He has the highest IQ in school. All his grades end in + and they begin with the letter A, much better than yours which are nothing but the letter F. His name is Chase Davenport."

                     "Chase?" I gasped again, and bit my lip to keep from screaming. I sensed him looking at me from one of the front row desks. I put my hands on the corner of the desks and shoved all my anger out on the table until my knuckles turned white. Chase? As in the Chase who never stopped staring at me? What's his problem anyways, is he worried about me? If he is, he shouldn't be. I'm fine.

                    I knew I was only lying to myself, but sometimes if you keep telling yourself you're okay, you'll forget for a while that you're not.

                      "Yes, Chase, could you come here too please?" As soon as I heard him gather up his stuff, I looked up at the ceiling and begged anyone who could hear me to make this go away. I didn't want a tutor. And I certainly didn't want Chase as my tutor even more than me not wanting a tutor!

                         Chase came up and I felt him look at me, so I casually petted my hair until it created a curtain between his eyes and mine. How can this be happening?

                       "I expect that you are okay with being Blue Arell's tutor for English, French, and math?" Chase nodded his head obediently.

Teachers pet No. 2. "Yeah, I'm okay with that."

"Good. And I expect her grades to be at at least a B- by the end of this month. Okay?" She looked between us, meaning she wanted an answer from both of us.

"Yes, Ms. Freeman," we both said in an annoyingly sweet unison. She nodded at us and looked back down at the papers on her desk. That was our signal to leave.

I opened the door and walked out into the now-empty hallway, noticing Chase trying to catch up to me. Turning around swiftly, a looked at him, suddenly taking a liking to his bright hazel eyes. What are you thinking, Blue?

"Can I help you with something?" I asked sweetly.

"Umm... I was just, uh, wondering if maybe you wanted to come over tonight?" Well, that was strange.

"Uh, okay. And do what?"

"Tutoring? Did you not listen to a word Ms. Freeman said?" Chase asked, his eyes widening in disbelief. Okay, so I do listen, it's just, I forget what they say. There's a difference.

"Chase, you know I don't need a tutor, right? I can handle this on my own." I was about to turn away when Chase grabbed my arm.

"Um, actually, I think you do. You have some of the worst grades I've ever seen in history." He smiled. Suddenly, a thought struck.

"Wait, they gave you my grades?"

"Yeah, of course they did. So, give me your address and I'll pick you up." I gaped at him. I never knew he was... So... Intriguing... STOP BLUE. You don't like him, remember?

My mind was screaming no, but my mouth smiled at him, lost in his eyes and said, "Yeah... Sure." We never broke eye contact until Chase handed me his phone and I typed my number and address in. He called my phone and I pulled it out, typing his name into the contact list.

"See you tonight?" He asked, as he turned away, looking at me over his shoulder.

"Yeah, see you."

What had I gotten myself into?