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

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Amanda’s P.O.V

I scanned the lunchroom once more looking for the guy who always was too busy or was in trouble to grace me with his presence. The certain brown haired so called bad-boy was no where to be seen. I sighed. He must have gotten another detention. I walked up to his friends.

Well, it’s needless to say it’s been over a week since that day at the mall that changed our relationship. Sadly, we are still at the friendship level, but, it was nice to be able to go around, walking together and talking together in the hall, and being able to proudly say I was his friend. It was also needless to say that everyone in school knew I was his tutor. It was a Monday today.

His friends all turned with big grins on their faces as I walked up. Though, I only knew Ethan, Henry, and a now constantly sullen Sam. “What’s up, nerdy-church-girl?” Henry called over a kid he had in a head lock. The kid who had his neck in Henry’s arm though, was grinning and seeming to be enjoying himself.

“Have any of you seen Dylan? I’ve searched the lunch room plenty of times. He was supposed to be in the library with me. He needed to study for a test this afternoon.” I said, frowning.

“You haven’t heard? He got another detention. Oh, wait! Oops. Sorry, he told me to tell you sorry that he couldn’t make it.” Ethan said, glancing up at me apologetic.

“When did this happen? And how?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you know it. He stuffed another kid in the bathroom after punching him in the hall.” Henry sighed, shaking his head, “That guy, just has so much anger. I think it’s unfair for him to use it on the poor, weak, defenseless students, but hey, what ever floats his very anger stricken boat.”

“What about my very angry stricken boat?” a deep voice called from behind me.

I turned, hands on my hips, looking up at the guy I’ve been looking for. His brown hair, fitting t-shirts, strong face, and his height were never new to me, but my heart raced every time I saw him. I tried to keep my angry face on. “Dylan Richard Newman! You were supposed to be studying for a test!” I yelled, using all my anger from the situations that had been thrown at me. I was angry at only being his friend. I was angry at the fact that he was so gorgeous that it almost hurt. I was angry that I couldn’t be closer to him. And I was angry because I felt bad about my feelings.

“Whoa. The short girl gets feisty! I like it.” called out a guy who was sitting at the table. I could feel the eyes of many people watching me as I stood there in front of Dylan.

“Amanda…not now.” Dylan groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I just had a very…tiring detention with the witch of the West Wood High, Mrs. Fiddler.”

I walked up to him and slapped his arm. “Well it’s your fault in the first place! If you would stop beating up the kids of West Wood high school, you would probably have less detentions, and more good grades! I can’t follow you to college if you choose to go to one! I’m planning to go to a very good one, and I can’t always be there to tutor you.”

He looked down at me and blinked. “I didn’t ask for you to. Hell, I didn’t ask for you to start tutoring me in the first place.” he stated gruffly. His angry face was starting to appear on his face.

“Don’t give me that look, Dylan! But seriously, if you would just focus a bit more, you would get more results, and get me off your back about your school work.”

“Amanda! Just shut up for five minutes. Just because we happen to be friends, doesn’t mean you can act like a…” he trailed of, seeing my pissed expression.