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

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Dylan’s P.O.V

I tightened the tie once more, frowning at my reflection. I can’t believe I actually have to wear this! I was in a button down shirt, and had rolled up the sleeves. I had put on a more fancy pair of jeans, and my better pair of sneakers. They weren’t as beat up as the ones I wore everyday.

Why did Amanda have to wake me up so early just so I could go to church with her? Why was I going at all? I barely believe in God, which I told her, and she just told me to suck it up and go with her. I think this is a bad idea, but hey, whatever. It’s her fault if start to get bored and restless half way through the mass. It’ll also be her fault if I fall asleep.

I got in my car to go to the church she told me to go to. I was catholic, and I was baptized at birth, but I still wasn’t that close to God. I believe in him, but I didn’t count on him to do anything in my life. I just believed there was someplace to go to after death, and that we didn’t just go into a black hole.

When I got to the church, I looked up at the big building. It had stain glass windows on every wall, and they looked beautiful, but also clashed. They were too big, and didn’t go with the outside of the building. They could have at least planned it better.

I walked inside, and spotted Amanda with her family immediately. They were standing by a fountain of holy water, talking to Maya and her husband. I walked up to them, and Maya turned and just stared at me.

“Hey, Maya.” I greeted her.

“That is you! My goodness! I never thought I would see the day that a Newman boy went to church! Amanda, I don’t know what you’re doing to him, but keep doing it!”

She laughed. “Okay, Maya. I’ll try. But, come on, Dylan. Let’s go sit. My parents will follow eventually.”

We sat in a pew, and I leaned over to Amanda, whispering, “If I fall asleep, or get bored, I blame you for bringing me here.”

She just laughed and shushed me as her parents sat down and music started. I looked to the front of the church. It was beautiful. There was a stain glass window on the ceiling that shone down colors onto the carpet and there were statues behind the stand where the priest spoke at.

When the priest finally got to the front of the room, he looked everyone over, before starting to talk. “I’m glad everyone here could make it. I’m glad to see everyone here looking healthy. And if you’re not, then I’ll pray for you. God will grant you strength to get better and hopefully heal you quickly. Now, please sit in silence as we…”

I blanked out instantly. God, this is boring. Why did she bring me here? I looked over at her, and she looked completely zoned into that the priest was saying. She was watching him, sitting up perfectly straight, and had her hands folded in her lap. Also, I’ve never seen her looking so beautiful. She had her hair up I a neat bun, and was wearing only a little make up, and all white clothes. It was basically, just a white pencil skirt, white flats, and a white blouse.

Seeing her like this, reminded me of how another week came and went. She’s been oddly silent at our tutor sessions after Monday, and I wondered if it was because I couldn’t make it. Or if something happened. But I didn’t see her come by me at all at school. Well, it’s not like she would have to begin with, but she’s still a mystery to me, and likes trying new things.

Church basically consisted of me following her lead. When she stood, I stood. When she kneeled, I kneeled with her. When she bent her head to pray, I did the same, but without praying. When she said something along with the whole church in response to something the priest said, I said it too. When she sang a song with everyone else, I hummed it under my breath and tried to follow along with the words.

When it came time to communion, she turned to me and whispered, “This is my favorite part! I feel like I’m being blessed by Jesus every time I go up to get the bread and wine.” she gushed to me, looking rested and peaceful.

I smiled at her. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You really didn’t like coming, did you?”

“No, it was okay. A little boring, but that’s okay. Not everything needs to be super exciting. I can live without constant excitement in my life.” I told her, giving her a small smile.

She just smiled back at me, and got up to get communion. I followed her, and basically just followed her lead with everything. I never really knew what to do, so I listened to what she said, I watched her from the corner of my eye, and tried to follow what the priest was saying. Sometimes I would space off, and only come back when Amanda would elbow me when I was supposed to be doing something.

Finally coming out of the church, I stretched my restless muscles and scowled at the feeling I was feeling. I felt like I could run in a race and win. It’s how restless I felt. Sitting, standing, and kneeling like that threw off my inner workings.

Amanda was smiling softly beside me.

“What?” I asked her finally.

“Oh, nothing. I just love feeling like I accomplished something every time I come from a mass. I love being able to know what the priest is saying, and be able to follow it with all my heart. The first time I went to church after Finn died, the priest knew I was there, and said a special prayer for him.”

I smiled. “That was nice of him.”

“I agree. It was very nice. It literally made my day. I couldn’t stop smiling after that. It was the first time I smiled after the accident.”

“I’m glad; I’m glad you found something to put your heart into, and won’t stop believing in.” I told her, smiling at her lightly.

The feeling in me was a strange one. I really did like her. If someone asked me last year whether I would be able to feel this way about someone, I would probably say no. It felt weird to be coming from a church, feeling so good and being able to tell myself that I really did like her outside of one. But will I ever actually get with her?

I looked at her. She was talking to an old woman, and seemed to be smiling often. I smiled at the sight. She really is a goody-goody. But was that such a bad thing? So what if she was smart? So what if she never got in trouble? So what if she went to church? It’s what made her, her. It’s what I liked about her. I wouldn’t change a thing. I wouldn’t dare change her. Or even try. She would probably tell God to kill me in my sleep because I was unworthy.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in my car, Amanda in the passenger seat, and we were on our way to my house. She told me that she would just go straight with me to my house, and that she wouldn’t change. I thought that was a bad idea, but I didn’t say it out loud. If she wanted to wear a pencil skirt for the whole day, then that was fine with me.

In my room, she was sitting on my bed, watching me change my shirt. “So, would you go to church with me again another time? Or did you hate it?”

“I would go again. Just not every Sunday. That’s a little much for the first time.”

She laughed. “I agree. I didn’t even go once a week when I first went. It was more once every three weeks. Then, as I got more and more into it, I went every week and didn’t want to stop. Eventually, I got my parents into it too, and we were addicted. Nate hated it though. He believed in God, but he didn’t want to change his whole self. He liked to swear and basically be kind of ungodly.”

I nodded, trying to be understanding. I didn’t really get it. Why would he have to change, just to be able to go to church? I wasn’t about to change my ways. I wasn’t about to stop swearing at Brian whenever I could, or swear at horrible situations, or just swear out of the blue. I just wanted to be there for her.

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Wow, shorter than I would normally hope for, but, well, what are you going to do? **Shrugs** Well!! That was oddly depressing!! Not the chapter, the first sentece of my A/N....SO! Church. Did you like it? Not like it? More scenes of church or no? Comment your opinion! Thanks! Commeennnttt and Voottteee!! :D Thanks!