Chapter 8
My head shot up quickly. "Drama club sign ups are today," Mr. Carson said. I know what you're thinking. Even Mariana would be thinking it. What the heck is she interested in that for? Why's she getting all excited for drama try-outs?
See, the thing is, I have a secret liking for singing. I like to think I have a somewhat okay singing voice. "All you have to do is go to the main building at two and sign up. That's all," Mr. Carson said, smirking down at me. I sighed, putting my head back down.
I would probably have time for drama. My only classes are early in the morning, and late at night, after practice. I'm usually not doing anything from twelve to five. I sat up when the clock said it was time to go. Mr. Carson smirked at me, and curled his finger towards himself. Come here.
I started getting all nervous. Did I do something wrong? I wracked my brain, trying ot remember if I did anything illegal or wrong in the past few days. ... Nope, not that I can think of.
I walked up to him slowly, tucking my pen in the spiral of my notebook. "Yes, Mr. Carson?" I asked, my voice a little shaky with nerves. He stood up and came to stand behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders, but I shied away from him. What the heck is he doing? Teachers aren't allowed to touch students!
He put his hands back on my shoulders, but this time he gripped them, so I had no choice but to stay where I was. "I understand you don't like my class all that much," he said. His grip loosened and he stared to massage my shoulders. I glanced at his one hand, my ponytail swinging lightly. What's he up to?
"Um, no," I said. "I mean, yes, I don't like Social Studies."
His massaging got harder, more forceful. "Seems like you might need me to tutor you," he said, leaning down towards me. I started to shy away from him, but he held fast to me and wouldn't let me.
"U-um.. well, I could use some help.." I stuttered. Jesus, he's freaking me out. What the heck is he doing?
"I could tutor you some today.." he said, sliding his thumb over my neck.
I froze. "I-I actually have somewhere to be," I said stiffly. He was still rubbing my neck.
"Really?" he asked, stopping his massaging for a moment. "Where?"
"I have basketball with Wes," I said, stepping out of his grip. I stared at him for a moment, before grabbing my things and walking out the door. That was freaky! I didn't take Mr. Carson for the pushy type.
I ran to the gym, trying not to trip on anything. I pushed the doors open to see Wes shooting baskets. I gave him a quick smile before plopping my notebook on the bleachers and stepping up next to him.
"Ready?" he asked. "Did you eat?" I rolled my eyes, but nodded anyway.
"Today we'll work on your one-on-one," he said, giving me a cocky smirk. I swallowed and nodded, feeling little butterflies come into play in my stomach. He threw me the ball. "Ladies first," he said. "Do whatever you want." I nodded again and passed him the ball for the check. He passed it right back and started to guard me.
I stepped to my right, and he bit. I dribble to the right, fast, but he was faster. He wasn't smirking anymore, bue he still didn't think I could make a shot off him. I stepped towards him quickly, then took a huge step back and shot. Unfortunately, I was off and it bounced off the rim. I ran after it, but ended up smashing into Wes.
