Not So Unlucky

II

The next day in math was pretty much impossible. First of all, the lesson was difficult to understand. Second, when I (casually) looked over at Spencer, he was looking right back at me. I quickly looked away, trying my hardest to keep a poker face, but inside I was totally freaking out. I was probably as red as a tomato right now. Crap. But... was he actually looking at me? Or was it a hallucination that my crazy mind decided to tempt me with?.....Nah. I was probably just wishing he was looking so much that I actually imagined he was. "Would Rozalyn Watson, Henry Krister, and Spencer Holmes please see me after class?" Mr. Harrison called out. Well, crap. Were my grades down? Or was I in trouble for straying from the notes? I mean I'm a straight A student I can't fail a class my parents would sue or something. 

When the bell rang, I remained my seated position until it was only us four in the room. Ok so you guys are the top students in my class and the school needs some math tutors. So if any of you are interested I'll open my classroom on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You three are my only hope" he said with a smile in his eyes. I raised my hand " Well I'm all for it!" I replied. "Great. Anyone else?" he asked. I barely heard Henry answer before Spencer shrugged and said "Sure". Wow. A couple hours with him every other day sounded like a dream. And ohmygod I'm starting to sound like a real creep. Stop Rozalyn you're being weird, I told myself. I still think this is the only Monday I've ever been excited for. 

The last bell finally rang and I'd practically ran/skipped all the way to Mr. H's classroom before I stopped myself from embarassment. The tutoring seemed easy enough. I usually loved math because it posed such a challenge, but like today, it could get interestingly boring and frustrating. I heard that Henry would only be able to make it on Friday's because of his Soccer practices, so it would just be me and Spencer and our teacher and about 10 kids that didnt like trying in class. My awkwardness wasnt exactly helping with the current situation, either.I mean the entire time I pretty much avoided Spencer. And when the time came for us to leave I wasted no time in heading straight for the door. In the hallway, I started speed walking because I just couldnt wait any longer to get home and collapse on my bed I was so tired. I heard a "Rozalyn!" called out from behind me. To my immediate surprise, it was Spencer. I ignored him, though. And i know what you're thinking. Why wouldn't I stop and talk to the cute boy calling out my name? But you stand to face the guy you've like for years and hear him eventually start talking about his new girlfriend who just so happens to  be your best friend and you cant tell her because of a pact you made in elementary school? Yeah, neither could I. That's why I left . I had finally decided I didnt want to hear the new boyfriend ask for advice. Not this time. I honestly dont think I could handle it. I was mad at them anyways. So, I just went right on walking. Ignoring him is just easier right now. 

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I hadnt heard from Georgia in a whole week. This either meant that she was too busy smooching it up with him or she was mad at me. I eventually confronted her on Friday, and she glared at me. WIth these little dagger eyes that I definitely did not like. "What's wrong with you? " I asked worried. "Me? Whats wrong with you? " She looked seriously annoyed.

" No seriously whatd I do?" 

She scoffed at my question like she couldnt believe I didnt know what she was talking about. "Are you kidding me? You lied to me! You said you supported our relationship. " 

"I DO!" I  lied, defending myslef. If i told her honestly how much it bugged me, she'd truly be crushed.

"Then why are you acting angry and ignoring Spencer?"

"I was just having a bad day okay?"

"Yeah..right." 

I groaned. "Ugh, would it make you feel better if I told him that I approve? I'll even apologise. Okay?"

"Fine" she agreed. We finally hugged and began talking about our week and the excitement we shared for the upcoming weekend. The rest of the day passed by in a blur with my stomach in complete knots. What was I supposed to say? How would I say it? Until "Tutor Time" I was pretty much having the most nerve wrecking Friday I've ever had. And this was weird for me. It was like my week had been entirely switched around.