I'm Tutoring The Jerk Of The School...Oh Joy(ON HOLD)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Amanda’s P.O.V

When the last bell rang, I was at my locker when I heard a voice. “Hey.” I recognized the soft tone as Sam.

I stood up straight and turned and smiled at him. “Hey. What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to talk. I just realized I didn’t really know you when you were at Dylan’s. I actually haven’t even talked to you ever.”

I thought about it. He really hasn’t. I don’t know one thing about him. “Yeah, you’re right. So suddenly you want to get to know me? Dylan probably told you there isn’t much to know, right?”

He grinned at me. “Nah. I think we’re all kind of curious about you. Actually getting Dylan to study and such. We all have our reasons why you’re doing it.”

“Like what?” I asked jokingly.

“A bet, he’s forcing you, the principal made you feel guilty, and so on.”

I blinked. I hadn’t thought he was serious, but I guess he was. Who knew this kid could talk so much? I surely didn’t. “Wow. Well, none of those are right. I just felt like helping him. So, I did! It’s as simply as that. Now, I torture him a long with help him. Which explains why I was waking him up.”

He nodded and seemed to almost push that thought away. “So how’ve you been?”

We were now walking out of the school building. Okay, what’s Sam doing? I’ve never talked to him in my life, and suddenly he’s sticking to me like paper to glue. This kid seems different than I always thought he was. I don’t know how, but he seems worlds away from the quiet, shy kid I used to know. This one, well, I have no idea who he was.

“Eh. I’m okay.” I told him, setting my bag down by a wall of the school to wait for my brother. “How about you? Have you been well?”

“Yeah….So, do you like Dylan?”

I blinked at him. Oh, I get it. This is a mission to get me to admit I like Dylan or something. That that’s the reason I’m tutoring him. Well, to tell the truth, I don’t know if I like him or not, so what should I say? I’ll just say no to be safe. Just in case he really is on a mission to get me to admit it.

“No. Why?” I asked carefully.

He blinked then smiled at me. “Well, that’s good to hear. Will you go out with me tonight?”

I blinked at him. Where did that come from? I really don’t like him that way, but I can’t just say no. That would be really mean. “Sure.” I said slowly, hoping that maybe it would show that I wasn’t interested. But, I think it did the opposite.

“Good! I’ll pick you up at seven tonight? I’ll get the address from Dylan. So, see you later!” He called over his shoulder as he walked away.

I just blinked at his retreating figure. I didn’t even know he liked me. I mean, I really hadn’t talked to him. Oh no…what did I just do? I think I might like his best friend, but I’m still going out with him? What kind of girl am I? No. Lot’s of girls do this. No! Wait…I know! Bekah, please! Save me!

I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the two button, and it instantly dialed her number. She answered right away. “Rebekah, Bekah here!”

“Bekah! I need your help! I have no idea what to do!” I cried, collapsing onto the grass outside the school. I rested my back against the cold brick wall, and pulled my Colombia tighter around myself.

“Oh no! What happened?! Did you get in an accident? Were you kidnapped by a mob boss?”

“What? No! Samuel Reese just asked me out, and I think I might like Dylan. Oh, and Sam is like Dylan’s best friend, might I add.”