It's Complicated (Starco)

Chapter 2: So, I Guess You're my Own Personal Nerd

Star's P.O.V

Tutor? Sure, I'd gotten the email they sent me, but to hear them say the word sent a shiver down my spine. Tutor. The word sounded professional, yet scaring. Although I was less then thrilled about the opportunity, it would great on my college application! Imagine it: Girl tutors brain-dead boy, transforming him from careless bad-boy to brilliant softie!  Well, maybe softie is a bit over exaggerated.. But hey, you never know!

"So, I guess you're my own personal nerd.." the boy chuckled and slapped me on the back. I silently scowled at the tan monster.  

Maybe softie is a huge over exaggeration!

"Do you even talk?" He questioned, holding the door open for me as he strolled through it. I cautiously stepped through the door, out into the roaring hallway. It was right before class started, so most of my piers were hurrying to get to class on time. The demonic sound of sneakers clashing with the hard floors was horribly overwhelming. I could feel Marco's brunette eyes burning into my soul. He studied every feature I possessed carefully, as if he was looking for something particular. I hugged my sparkly notebooks close to my chest as I began walking to class. From behind me, I could tell that he frowned as I sauntered away from him. My ears picked up the distinct echo of feet trailing behind me, before I could turn around, I felt a firm arm grab my shoulder and whip me around. I was shocked to see a fuming Marco Diaz angrily gritting his teeth.

"What the hell? This situation sucks but the least you could do is talk back to me!" he hollered, breathing heavily.  I stood there, looking into his cold, lifeless eyes. He certainly has some anger issues.. I thought. Sure, I was pissed off at this jerk for assuming that he could just grab me and yell at me with such disrespect.  But, I wasn't going to blow my fuse over some misunderstood child. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Diaz. I'm Star Butterfly, and no, I did not volunteer to tutor you. I accepted the offer only because it'll look neat on my college application. If you wish to continue the session.. Well, you really have no choice.. But anyways, you will not ever lay one hand or any part of your body on me ever again. Do you understand? I expect you to be prepared every day and focused on this because I truly don't feel like wasting any of my time. Okay, there, I spoke. Happy?" I whispered sharply. Marco's jaw dropped in surprise. He quickly coughed and obtained his bad-boy stance. 

"Look Blondie. You don't make the rules, I do. I will proceed to touch you whenever I please, and if I don't feel like showing up for these 'sessions' you will not complain. Heck, why don't we just forget this whole thing all together. You tell Mr. Candle and Mr. Skeeves that we're meeting at the library or whatever and you put the stupid thing on your application. And we never speak to each other ever again. Got it?"

What.

A.

Jerk. 

"That boy's certainly got some nerve.." I muttered under my breath as I stomped away.