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

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six

Amanda’s P.O.V

I leaned back, observing the nails Bekah had just painted. I was sitting in her room, her older sister by her side and painting her own nails. I hadn’t spent time with Bekah and her sister, Wendy in a long time. It was nice to just get away from home and come here.

“You know, you have really cute hair.” Wendy commented, looking up at me every so often.

I took a piece of my blonde hair in my hands and shrugged. It was blonde with some natural light brown highlights. It really wasn’t that special, was it? I mean, it was just blonde hair. A lot of the united states has blonde hair. It doesn’t make me special. Even Wendy has blonde hair.

“I guess.” I said modestly.

She scoffed. “You don’t understand how beautiful you are. You probably wont until you’re told it by a guy either. I’m a modest person, but I know I look good. My boyfriend tells me everyday.” she said, grinning and seeming distant. Maybe she was thinking about her boyfriend.

“Wendy, when were you ever a modest person?” Bekah asked. She was painting her nails a bright red. She had painted mine a light pink, and Wendy was painting hers purple.

“Hey. I can be a modest person when I have to be. I’d just rather be outside the box.” Wendy protested, pouting at us and began blowing lightly on her freshly painted nails.

Bekah and I laughed. “Well, you have succeeded in being outside the box. You definitely have a mixed personality.” I told her.

“Mixed? Ha! More like bipolar.” Bekah snorted.

“Hey! Rebekah Hampton, shut your mouth!” Wendy snapped.

“Whatever. But Anda, how’s Dylan?” Bekah asked me.

“Dylan? You mean you already do have a boyfriend? And he hasn’t told you that you’re beautiful? What a jackass.” Wendy said, leaning back against the wall Bekah’s bed was up against.
I laughed. “No, I’m tutoring him. But I like him. Though, he did say I was pretty in class the other day. To the class. But he’s good. I mean, he always is. I don’t think anything ever fazes him.”

“Aw. That’s cute. See, if he can admit that to a class, it’s pretty certain he sees you as more than a tutor.” Wendy said, poking her nails to test if they were dry now.

“Well, we are friends. But I don’t think it would be anything more than that.” I told them, poking my own nails as well.

Bekah gave me a knowing look. “You never know, honey.” she was grinning.

“Do you know something that I don’t?” I asked her, suspicious about her actions.

She looked to her right, at the alarm clock that was sitting on her dresser. “Nope.” she said, still grinning. I didn’t believe her. There was certainly something up with her.

Then, my phone started ringing. I took it from my pocket, and saw an unknown number flash across the screen. Confused, I flipped it open and said, “Hello?”

“Amanda?” a male voice asked. I recognized it instantly. Dylan.

“Yes. Dylan…? How did you get my number?” I looked at Bekah, who now had a hand pressed over her mouth, trying to hide her giggles.

“I, um, I asked Bekah. But, I uh, have something to…ask.” He said, sounding almost nervous. What is there to be nervous about? It’s just me. He’s never been nervous around me before.

“What is it? Do you need me to come over to help you with Brian or something?”

“No, um, that’s not it. I was, um…wondering. Yeah, I was wondering, if you’d well, maybe, possibly, you know…go out with…me tonight?” He said. I could hear how nervous he was. He must have had a hard time asking me that.