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Chapter Four - Skinny Jeans and Tees

Chapter Four – Skinny jeans and tees

What the hell did he think I was? Dial a tutor? There was no way on earth I – a girl – was going to a guy’s house at night, especially a guy like him. He was a dangerous creep. I finished brushing my teeth, spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out before putting my retainer back in.

Grateful that I had finished my homework earlier, I crawled into bed and went to sleep as many other normal human beings would.

As I woke up, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the cold weather was starting to move in. In about two weeks’ time, it would be winter, and I would be rolling out of bed covered in my blanket.

On the walk to school, I was particularly cautious of any punks jumping out from somewhere randomly. The breeze was getting cooler and now, it made my cheeks tingle a little as I walked against the wind.

The weather was almost perfect for walking and I felt almost as light as a feather. My walk to school had been particularly quick today. Five seconds later, I felt like a rock sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

“Hey there nerdy,” Hunter smirked, leaning against the school gate.

My heart, along with the rest of my stomach sank to my feet. "Hi?" I answered cautiously, thinking of what he could possibly be plotting.
"So how about it?" he asked.
"How about what?" I replied, successfully keeping the irritation out of my tone.
"Tutoring at six,"
"No?" I answered as though it were a question, hoping he wouldn't start attacking me.
"We'll pay you," he added quickly. I paused, and seeing this, continued, "For the four of us...how does one hundred dollars per hour sound?"
"One hundred!?" I half-exclaimed, despite trying to show no signs of interest. I had failed.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, looking rather complacent before walking off with his hands in his pockets. His shirt was a little more tucked-in then usual today, the whole tail wasn't sticking out.

Was I really going to risk going to his house at six o'clock just to get one hundred (or possibly more) dollars? Surely, his parents would be at home. If they weren't, I could just leave - probably not freely, but running was always a solution.

"You seem to be in deep thought," Ella - my friend - commented as I walked through the gate. I sighed and began recalling all the events that had occurred as well as what was possibly going to occur.

At the end of it, she exclaimed, "Go for it!"
"Why on earth?" I quickly snapped; I hadn't expected such a strange and enthusiastic attitude towards the mere idea of being around the punks.
"Think about it this way..." she paused. "If you become friends...then they won't bother us. Ever," she said, putting particular emphasis on the 'ever'.
"You do understand that this is bothering me right now, right?"
"No pain, no gain."

On one hand, Ella had a point, on the other hand, her idea sounded crazy. Befriending the punks? Even in their little punk group, were they even 'friends'? The thoughts went and forth in my mind as I sat in chemistry class.

A pencil started erratically tapping my head and I looked up, nearly snarling as I said "What?" Ace looked at me with a weird expression and stopped tapping me with the pencil.
"Is this balanced?" he asked, passing me a sheet of paper that had an equation messily written on it. I quickly checked through, and amazingly enough, it was balanced.
"Yep," I replied, handing it back, still wondering whether or not I had just witnessed a punk getting a question right.

The rest of the punks were peculiarly silent today and actually trying to do work, although the only one successfully getting anything done was Ace.

Dean stared off into the distance. Dylan glared at his work so much it looked as though he intended to work up some laser eyes and burn it to shreds. Hunter had one elbow on the desk and was leaning on his hand while scribbling circles and whatnot on his page.

Hunter turned and looked at me and I quickly looked down. On the way out of class, he stopped me just as I left the door. "What was that?" he asked.
"What was what?" I replied.
"That look,"
"That look when?"
"During class,"
Right. That look. The look of complete and utter fascination at how a species of human could be so thick brained.
"Oh, that look. I do it on accident all the time," I answered casually.

"Move along to class," Mrs Smith reminded and I quickly walked off. For the next few classes, I was given peace and quiet to study as none of the punks were in my class. After finding out I had a physics test on Monday morning, I didn't feel so great.

As I left the school gate, the punks were once again waiting straight outside. I looked down and kept walking, but as I made my way past, I felt a strong tug on my bag and turned to find Dean grabbing the back of my bag.

"Six o'clock sharp," he reminded.
"Uh yeah okay," I replied. Why were they so enthusiastic about this? They weren't exactly the type to care about their studies.

"Mum I'm going tutoring at six today," I said to my mum as I walked into the kitchen.
"You do tutoring?" she asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah. It's just a few streets away so I'll walk,"
"At six? Isn't that a bit late? It gets dark soon."
"I'll be fine."
"Remember to have your phone with you, and if it' too dark, stop by Ian's house and get him to walk you home."
"Yes, yes," I droned. Ian was an old childhood friend and I'd bothered him one too many times already so I wan't exactly keen on doing it again.

At five fifty, I changed into some skinny jeans and a casual loose grey t-shirt, grabbed the textbooks and pens and set off. On the way out, I grabbed my grey jacket, figuring it would probably get cold soon. I had a decent idea of where his house was, but I double checked in the map just to make sure.

Seven minutes later, I was standing on the path just in front of a normal-looking house, with a normal-looking lawn. Funny. I didn't think his house would look...normal. I double checked the number on the postbox. It was the right house.

The rest of the guys must already been swarmed inside because music could be heard from out there. I walked up to the door and knocked twice. A minute later, the door opened and a girl poked her head out. Michelle. She looked at me, smirked and yelled inside, "She's here!" She glanced at my 'outfit'. "And she's dressed just for the occasion."

You know that really bad feeling when you're facing imminent doom? The one where your gut starts to sink down to your feet? Yeah. That was how I was feeling when she swung the door open.

A whole swarm of faces were looking straight at me. From this bunch, I could recognise majority of the cheerleading squad, the football team and the other useless people who were popular for no good reason.

"So the nerd has come to play?" the captain of the football team, Rick, jeered.
"Oh God, is that a textbook?" Megan, the head cheerleader and the girlfriend of Rick, laughed. She pulled it out of my arms and beckoned the other girls closer.

They exchanged quick glances between them and the next thing I knew, they were tearing out pages, tearing off corners and scrunching up the whole thing. I shoved them backwards and pulled the textbook backwards. I turned, about to leave when Hunter blocked the doorway.

He stared at me with his piercingly green eyes yet again, but I looked away and tried to weave past him. He shut the door with his foot and swiveled me around.

"Today, Cathy is our guest of honour," he announced, "so play nicely." My mind went weak at the thought of spending an hour or so trapped in a house with these people. They all went back to their previous activities and I somehow found myself wondering into the kitchen.

"Oh goodness, hello. I don't seem to know who you are. One of Hunter's friends?" a pretty lady with long blonde hair exclaimed.
"Uh, hello. Um, I'm...tutoring...him?" I replied reluctantly.
"Oh really? That's great. Make sure to let me know if he doesn't pay you," she laughed. "I'm Hunter's mum, Maggie."
"Nice to meet you," I smiled. I never imagined that his mother would be civilised, let alone nice.

Hunter stuck his head into the kitchen and dragged me out. "What?" I quickly asked.
"Do not talk to my mum," he said frantically, ushering me along. I nodded as a sort of 'bye' sign and headed back to where everyone else was. They were all doing...something. Majority of the girls were taking photos, or flirting, and majority of the boys were trying to impress the girls .

Dean, Dylan and Ace were surrounded by girls as per usual. "Is this the first time you've been to a party like this?" Hunter asked, looking over at me. I nodded slowly. "Well then, we should get you initiated into some of our fun."

"What fun?" I asked.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" someone exclaimed loudly. I gulped.

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Author's Note

Sorry, I was a tad too lazy to edit! Also, the spacing and paragraphs are a little weird because it was originally posted on a different site. Please feel free to let me know if you find some mistakes in the comments! (: