Chapter 7 - The E-mail

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Chapter 7 - The E-mail

"Hey, you!" I heard Ash yell down the hall.

I got the feeling he was talking to me, and looked back over my shoulder. He was marching straight towards me like a robot with one purpose, which was to catch me. I wondered what he could possible what from me.

"Yes?" I squeaked and cleared my throat.

Ash reached me, staying about a foot away from me. He pointed his index finger at me in a demanding way but his eyes said something else, something I could decode. "We're doing this tutoring lesson in my dorm. I'm going to be tired from sports, plus I have a lot of homework. I'm going to be stuck in my dorm practically all evening so just go there. It's room one-one-six-seven."

"I'm not going to your dorm!" I protested, clutching my books close to me.

Ash laughed at me. "Look, if you're afraid I'll do something, don't be. You're not attractive or athletic, you're failing math, and you have no sense of self-confidence."

"And that sentence is supposed to help my confidence?" I muttered under my breath. I raised my voice to my normal octave, "Why don't you do homework in the library-and tutor me there?"

"Too many people, and I hate people," he snarled, pointing his right hand's index finger at me. "Also, it wasn't supposed to help your confidence."

"Alright, sheesh," I complained, stepping back.

"Room one-one-six-seven," he repeated.

"Okay."

"Good," he praised.

"Good."

"Fine." Mr. Bipolar's mood went from lauding to criticizing.

"Fine." I sighed.

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Seven came around quicker than I would have liked it, but I continued to tell myself that that was actually a good thing. I'd be getting the lesson over with sooner. I was scared to imagine what my first math lesson with Ash would be like.

Is it possible that he could be a good teacher? Or will he be a complete butt head? My conscience was leaning towards the latter.

With slightly damp hands, I knocked on his dorm door, for once glad someone found me unattractive. Someone other than Ash answered his door, however. Kellan stared down at me.

Don't tell me Ash gave me the wrong dorm room, I whimpered mentally.

"Oh, hey, I thought you-" he began indifferently as Roger appeared at his side.

"S-sorry!" I exclaimed, backing away, while Kellan disappeared back inside the dorm.

I bumped into someone else and turned to look at one of the football players. He was as broad as Kellan and as tall as Roger. He snarled at me, and I internally screamed. I should have known this was a bad idea.

" 'Lax, Logan," said Roger, who grabbed my wrist.

"What is she? You're twentieth?" Logan, The Big Bad and Broad, growled and stomped off.

"I think he missed the winning touchdown last game," uttered Roger as he watched Logan disappear down the hall. He turned back to me. "Anyways, you looking for Ash? He's in the shower. The three of us just came back from practice."

"You mean all three of you share a door?"

"No, Kellan and I share the dorm next door. We just come over to Ash's a lot since ours is such a mess, and Ash has like OCD or something. It's fun messing his place up," he answered mischievously. " Come on in."

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