Gangbanger Study-Buddy

Day After and Decisions

Jenna: Where r u?

Jenna: I'm really worried

Jenna: Luc just told me u went home? He said u were fine and u made it back safely? Why does he know this but I don't?

Jenna: If u don't answer in the next three seconds I'm gonna assume that ur dead

Jenna: I'm on my way

Me: I'm fine. Don't worry.

Jenna: You sit on a throne of lies. You'd never leave a party without telling me. What happened?

Me: I got a txt from my mom saying Lily was sick and she had to work a late shift so I came home to look after her

Jenna: Okay...but I was worried. U should have told me u were leaving. At least Luc took u home. I don't know what I'd do if u walked home in that freak storm.

Me: Yeah. Good thing. Hey, I need to study. I'll talk to u soon.

I shut off my phone and return to my book. Last night was awful and I spent the whole night and most of the morning in my bed, pretending the world didn't exist. That is... I tried to pretend the world didn't exist but that's kinda hard to do when your phone's buzzing every six seconds.

I guess it's nice to have a friend that'll worry about you even when they're drunk but I'd really rather not be bothered. After so many hours of staring at the ceiling in silence I've come to the conclusion that this is for the best.

What was I thinking letting a gang leader kiss me? Well...kiss my neck...but still! It's bad enough I have to watch my back all the time just from being his tutor without being his side chick too. This is all for the best.

But it still hurts like hell that he'd do that to me.

I may not be popular in school but I've had a few admirers (and by a few I mean one) so it's not like I haven't kissed anyone before. But it's not like I go around letting everyone make out with me. He should know that.

And he did. He knew I was vulnerable. God. He's probably laughing at me right now with his gang brothers about how easily I let him in, how quickly my defences were down.

And I have to see him again in two hours.

I'm really regretting this whole tutoring thing.

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My hands are shaking as I make my way to my designated table. I've decided the best plan of action is to only converse with him if he asks a question about the material. This way I can completely ignore what happened last night.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't notice the devil take his seat across from me. And when he leans forward on his chair I continue to keep my eyes on my textbook.

"Hey, Pop-Tart," he says smoothly, like nothing happened. To him it probably was nothing but I'd be in denial if I didn't admit that it was probably the best kiss of my life even though it technically wasn't a real kiss. Which, if I think about it too long, is kinda sad.

I turn the page and continue reading.

"Not gonna say hi back?" He questions and I see from the corner of my eye that he's dipping his head to get in my line of sight. I continue to ignore him.

A few minutes pass by and I can still feel his eyes on me. Is he serious right now?

"I think you should spend less time staring and more time studying," I chastise, glancing up from my book.