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

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Dylan’s P.O.V

“Dylan! Get out of my classroom! Go to detention!” My English teacher, Mrs. Johannes shouted, pointing to the door. I just shrugged and threw my feet off the top of the desk beside me and got up, walking to the door and throwing it open, letting it bang against the wall. I think it was a record. It was only five minutes into the class.

I sighed. I was doing this for Amanda. I haven’t done any homework, I have done any tests, I haven’t paid attention in class, and I’ve made my behavior worse than normal. Whatever I have to do to get the teachers’ attention and tell them that I want Amanda back without actually having to say it, I would do. The last thing I wanted to do, was have to tell some teacher that I missed Amanda so much that I was ruining my grades just to get her back. But, unless their dumb, I think they’ll get the point.

I scuffed my shoe on the tile of the floor of the hallway, my hands stuffed in my pockets, so focused on just getting the day over with, that I almost didn’t notice a soft tapping noise then a soft little slap. I looked up from the floor, and saw Amanda, looking around. One of her feet was bare, and her other had a small pink flat on it. I couldn’t help but grin. She was looking around.

“How, can you manage to lose a shoe?” I asked her, amusement coursing through my tone.

She looked up sharply, and her cheeks reddened. “I don’t know. I was walking through here when the bell rang, someone tripped me, and then I realized my shoe was gone. Now, I can’t find it! I’m already late for my one other AP class, but I didn’t want to go with only one shoe.” she muttered, embarrassed.

I grinned, and leaned up against the locker beside me. “Wow. I think only you, the nerdy-church-girl, can manage to lose a shoe from just walking in a hallway.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she tried walking away. I jogged up to her and grabbed her arm. “Hey. I haven’t talked to you since Monday. What’s up with that?”

She shrugged and looked up at me. “You tell me.”

I blinked at her. Was she actually blaming me? Whenever I tried to talk to her, she was too busy. I said that to her, and she huffed at me.

“It’s not my fault. My new AP class is keeping me horribly busy. You don’t know tough until you’ve been in an AP class. You also don’t know rudeness either.” she said, crossing her arms.

I looked down at her bare foot. Her toe nails were painted a light pink, and her foot looked so small and dainty.

“Well, I suggest you find your shoe.” I said coldly. I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to keep up a front. I wanted it to seem like I didn’t really care whether or not she was tutoring me. I didn’t want her to know had feelings for her yet.

“I will!” she snapped back with attitude.

I just walked away from her, chuckling and grinning when she couldn’t see my face. It was so cute when she got all flustered like that. She had no idea, but she would make a pouting face that somewhat reminded me of Brian, and she would puff up her cheeks a little and they would turn a light red color. Her eyes would narrow, and she would just look like a little girl getting angry because she didn’t get what she wanted from a store.

When I finally arrived at the detention room, I took a seat in my normal spot in in the front. Mr. Densen the detention supervisor sighed and walked over to me, getting up from his desk. He sat on top of the desk beside mine, and watched me for a few seconds. When he didn’t do anything after about ten seconds, I raised my eyebrows, telling him to say something.