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

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One

Dylan’s P.O.V

I didn’t want to admit to anyone but myself that I really only did what I did because I wanted to be with Amanda because I missed her and I liked her and hated not being by her at all times. I didn’t want to admit to anyone but myself that when she was fighting with that chick in her smart-people class, I was pissed off, but also strangely turned on by the fact that she fought back.

It was nice to know that I would be going to her house after school again, and that she would most likely continue to wake me up at seven in the morning on Saturdays again. That’s the main thing I missed; to wake up because she was there. That was the best thing out of my day on Saturday mornings. That morning to think she was there, but then realize she wasn’t was painful. It made me realize just how much I missed her. If I was dreaming about her, or imagining her voice, then yeah, I missed her a lot.

The last bell of the day rang and I jumped out of my desk, running out the classroom door, almost running into a girl and to my locker. Once I had my stuff in my backpack, I slammed my locker closed and went to find Amanda. When I found her, she was already walking down the sidewalk to her house.

“Starting without me?” I asked, running up to her, my breath heaving.

She stopped and turned to face me, a gleam in her eyes. “No. We’re not doing anything tonight. See you later.” she turned back around and started walking away.

“Hey! I…wait…we…aren’t you supposed to tutor me tonight?” I asked her, panicking.

“It’s a Friday.”

“Yeah, but that’s never stopped you before!” I called out.

She turned once more, the gleam still in her eyes and a grin on her lips. “Don’t question it. I’ll see you soon. Oh, and make sure you have your text books with you.”

I just let her keep walking this time. What was up with her? What was running through her head this very second? I know she was planning something, but I just couldn’t figure it out. What the hell was she planning? Shouldn’t she be as excited to tutor me as I am? I mean, she was the one who cried when I left two weeks ago. Wow…two weeks. It seemed so much longer than that at the time. How was it only two weeks? That seems too short the time I thought it was.

I just grumbled and walked the opposite direction from Amanda and walked to my own house. I hadn’t taken my car this morning because I knew that they were going to put me back to her today. So I figured I was going to be going to her house. But I guess not.

Why does she have to make me feel like such an idiot sometimes? I mean, I’ve always known she was smart, but she just…completely makes everyone around her dumb. Especially me. I know I am basically dumb, but she…she just brings it out more.

When I walked through my front door, a certain little ten year old named Cleo greeted me. “I thought you would never be home, Dylan!”

“Sorry, Cleo. I was talking to someone and had to walk. I’ll be fast from now on, okay?” Though once that was out of my mouth, I felt bad for lying. I really wouldn’t, would I? I had Amanda back, so that meant we would be tutoring. Maybe I could just let her come here when Cleo was here? “So what did you do all day?” I asked her as I walked to my room and collapsed onto my bed. She jumped up with me and laid next to me.

“The usual. Boring old school, came here with my mommy and waited for you.” she told me, grinning over at me.

I smiled back. “Well, that sounds like a boat load of fun.”

She frowned now. “It wasn’t! School was so stupid! My teacher…”

She kept talking, but I didn’t really focus in on her words. She was just babbling, and probably wouldn’t let me say anything anyways. She always did that. When she got started on something, she just kept talking and talking and talking.