Tick list

Part 2

Typical. Fucking typical.

I stormed into the house and ran upstairs.
The guy was an ass. He was cold, shallow and showed no remorse for the girls he had previously slept with. That teacher KNEW he had previously been a cocky shit to me, so why on god's earth was she making me work with him? Not one if his shitty friends, me. ME.

I tried to calm myself down, so i turned on the tv and went to friends

So no one told you life was gonna be this wayyyy *CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP*

At that, there was a knock on the door. I jogged to go open it only to be faced by Matthew. The one and fucking only.

"Wait..how did you-"

"Our parents used to be friends remember? Let me in" prickprickprick

"No. What do you want?"

"Listen, we need to start on that thing today. Plus i'd rather not work on it tomorrow as i'll have a raging hangover. Big party tonight at jake's house, you coming?" He paused for a bit and gave a big sarcastic smile
" ohhhhh, of course you're not! Because you'd rather lock yourself in this house than be in the same room as me!"
Did he really think that this little talk was gonna get him through the front door?
Despite his bitchy remark, I contemplated it for a second. If i work with him now, i'll only have a phew hours stuck with him. Whereas if we work tomorrow, i might be stuck with him for the whole day. Nobody wants that, especially considering i might kill him within the first hour.

"Come in" i made way at the doorway and he walked in passed me.

"Not much has changed. Course I've only been here like twice before. We'll work in your bedroom."

"No we wont" it was too late, he was already half way up the stairs taking 2 steps at a time

"Yes we will!" He yelled from the upstairs hallway. I heard a door open so i ran up quickly after him

"Hey do you mind?" He was going through my stuff.

"No i don't. So what's your deal Ivanna? Why do you dislike being social?"
I find myself asking that question too if i'm honest

"I don't know. Maybe i like to focus more on my grades than getting fucked up at some party"
He looked at me for a moment, clearly acting as though deeply offended

"Wow. This isn't just 'some party' this is jake's 18th birthday. It'll be spectacular"

"I'm surprised you knew such big words Matthew" i said with fake enthusiasm. He continued to look through my stuff

"Hey stop that!" I panicked

He stopped. But not because i told him to. He was still for a moment, then he signed and turned towards me

"Really?" And there in his hand was a razor. My razor, i hid in deep in a draw full of earrings.
Nobody had ever known about this before, my head began to heat up and my palms were clammy.

"I ugh-i don't know-"
He tossed the razor back into the draw and shut it before walking towards me

"Not my shit. Lets go downstairs." He didn't even look at me, he just walked right passed me. Not even a "its okay". Just a cold shoulder.

I wiped away the forming tears of anger and let out a big exhale, it was okay. I could do this.

He was already making himself a coffee when i got downstairs. He was frantically walking around the kitchen trying to figure out where everything belonged. Every know and then he'd run his left arm through his hair, and scratch the back of his head. Another habit of his.

I soon found myself staring again, but all of a sudden he trotted to the living room. He came back out and with him was a couple pieces of lined paper and a pen.

"Right. School bucket list."
He looked up at me, clearly waiting for an answer

"Excuse me?" I answered, questioned

"We only have like what, 4 weeks left of school until we break up for the summer?" He still stared at me.

"Your point?" I replied.
He tilted his head to one side and closed his eyes

"Please, sweetheart. Try to follow, jesus how slow are you"
I narrowed my eyes at him, although he clearly couldn't see me...which was a reassurance in some weird way

"I'm gonna break it down....what do you want to tick off before leaving the school year?"
Ohhhh he meant like a school bucket- oh. Right.
He must've read my emotions on my face as he began slow clapping me

"Well done, my child."

"Shut up" i snapped back

"Okay but seriously, you have to take some risks. Or what's the fucking point?" He had a grin on his face as he looked dead into my eyes..so much that he made me look down.

"Okay, well..i'd like to send a thank you letter to some of my teachers for helping-"

"Okay you know what? I'm gonna right the first one down as an example, because if you would've finished that sentence, you'd have a smashed coffee cup on the floor right now. For real..don't ever say something like that again"

I saw him scribble down something. I kneeled in closer over the counter to try and read what he had put down. His head snapped up and our faces were cm's apart. I bolted back as he gently pushed the paper towards me.

"Woah, too close there springs"

"Sorry, i was just-what you had written down"

"Yeah yeah i get it, read."

I read the first point he had made.

1. Go to jake's 18th party

"No." I pushed the paper back towards him

"Oh c'mon! Why not?"

"BECAUSE i only have 1 hour until it starts, my dad isn't home from work yet and i haven't prepared myself!" I blurted out, did any of that even make sense?

"Okay first of all, fashionably late. I'll take you if that makes things easier. Secondly, by the time you'll be ready, your dad might be home. And thirdly, you don't need preparation. It's a party not a presentation in class, although for someone who's never been to a party and met a lot normal humans before, i can understand the confusion"

I punched him in the arm for that last comment. It probably hurt me more than it hurt him

"Okay, so you can't punch. Will you go?"

Why was he being so nice all of a sudden? He even offered to take me there, why? What did he want?

"Okay. I'll go."