"Hey, are you here for a tutor?" someone's shadow looms over me. I look up slowly. He was tall and lanky. His shirt hung loosely him, his skinny jeans held onto his legs tightly. I nod. "I'm Dillion." he sticks his hand out for me to shake. He was pretty attractive, not Oliver attractive though.
"Elliot." I shake his hand. His face scrunches up in confusion.
"I'm supposed to tutor a kid named Alec. Sorry kid." he straitens up and walks away. My hand, (still in the air) goes limp, face flushed red. I don't even know why I would be blushing, I wasn't the one who messed up.
I look around. No one was up looking for someone to tutor. I sigh, half in relief half in disappointment. I really wanted to know who my tutor was.
A door is thrown open and a teacher stomps in pulling a student in by the arm. Everyone looks up, curious about the commotion.
"Who doesn't have their student tutor?" the teacher know as Mr. Huggs snaps. I timidly raise my hand. Mr. Huggs was the worst teacher in the school, he was even mean to the honor students. He must have one large stick up his butt all the time.
"Go over and tutor him." Mr. Huggs pushes the student forward. I nearly gasp. Have the heavens aligned for me? I couldn't believe my luck. Oliver was my tutor.
Oli stumbles forward and glares back at Mr. Huggs. I shuffle nervously in my seat. Did he remember who I was? I don't know what I felt. My toes were numb and my heart was racing.
Oliver takes a chair away from the table and sits down in one motion. He was really fluent in his movement, it surprised me.
"Hey, don't I know you?" Oli crosses his arms squinting at me. I felt on spot. I start to say something but he soon interrupts. "Wait, didn't I talk to you on Facebook a couple nights ago?" I nod. It was actually two days and twelve hours ago but why would Oli keep track of that. "Ah, that's right. You like Pink Floyd." he leans back in his chair.
"And you like Slipknot." I say quietly. Oli grins. I fidget in my seat. This was so awkward. I really couldn't handle this much longer. "I-I, um. I need some help on Math." I move my math book so Oli could see. He leans in and looks at the problems.
"This is an easy equation. You'll get it." he pulls his chair closer and gestures for me to do the same. I scoot in and stare at the book. Oli begins to explain the problem. I furrow my eyebrow and try to understand it as well as I could.
After an hour I was finally able to complete the equation. A ton of weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I finally understood what was happening. Oli said he was proud when I did it without his help. I almost pissed myself.
"Elliot. You there?" Oliver waves a hand in front of my face. I snap back into reality and nod.
"Just thinking." I give him a small smile. He grins. Oh wow. He has really good teeth. Does he keep getting better?
"Well, I have football practice. Work on a couple of those problems." he grabs his bag slinging it over his shoulder. He salutes me and walks out of the library. I won't say I was staring but holy wow nice butt Oli. He does keep on getting better.
I look back down at my math book. The problems that once burdened me I now understood. I smile and write down another equation.
After like ten problems I start to pack up. My head was light and my spirits were high. Wait, did Oliver say football practice? I look over at the library windows. Sure enough there was. They all had helmets and I couldn't tell anyone apart. I hurry out of the library. I might as well find Oli. I was curious about his skills.
I set my bags down in the bleachers and sit down next to them. There was a couple other people in the stands so I didn't look like a complete loser. Wouldn't want that.
I lean back and put a headphone in one ear and stuff my hands in my pocket. It was sunny but the air was crisp. The football practice seemed to be really hard. They had to do push ups and sit ups in their gear. Most of the team kept up with the coaches pace. I still couldn't find Oliver. The coaches line the team up in two lines facing each other. I sit up straighter to see what they were doing.
The two lines crash into each other. It was violent. Almost like they were trying to kill one another. I purse my lips. There was one pair that was uneven. The guy on the right was overpowering the one on the left. The coaches didn't seem to notice. It was bugging me.
Once the drill was down the left guy throws off his helmet. Same with the right guy. My eyes widen. Oli stood there, his hair was stuck to his face. He was a sweaty mess and I was attracted to it. I sink into my hoodie, my face scarlet red. Of all things I was attracted to somehow a sweaty Oliver climbed to the top.
Oli towers over the boy who was fighting with him. I never realized that Oli was pretty tall. Well I was tall too, Oli topped me by only a couple inches.
The coaches finally noticed the dispute between the two. They quickly break it up. The kid seemed to be yelling and he was pointing at Oli. The coaches look at each other and nod. My eyebrow raises. They begin to explain something. The kids hand slowly lowers down and he kinda just stares at Oliver.
I find myself straining to hear what they were saying. That was hopeless, I was pretty far away. The boy soon stomps off.
"Elliot, what are you doing?"
I freeze up in my awkward position, leaning over the bleachers. My face reddens. I look up at the girl who approached me. It was the girl from a couple days ago. The one that I rejected. A wave of guilt hits me. Did she want to beat me up? That would be pretty easy considering I'm basically a twig.
"Elliot? You there?" her hand appears in front of my face, waving around. I snap back into reality and sit back down on the bleachers.
"Yeah, I'm here. You need something?" I ask, trying to stay as calm as I could. My voice was slightly shaky.
"Well, I wanted to say I'm sorry that I asked you out. My friends forced me to do it." she sits down on the bleachers next to me. I stare at her, not expecting what she said. I thought she would be furious. "I hope we can be friends, I'm Vicky by the way." she sticks her hand out. I slowly take it. She smiles, it was a genuine smile. It fit her, the popular image seemed to fade. I give her a small smile back, and pull my hand away.
I turn back to the practice and spot Oli right away. The tall boy plows through the defenders. I feel myself zoning out.
"Elliot, what are you looking at?" Vicky snaps me out of the daze I was in. I mumble some sort of excuse, not exactly making the most sense. She stares at me for a moment and them follows my eyes down to the field.
Oli continues to defeat the boys. It was almost like having a whale on your side. Vicky takes a sharp breath inwards. I turn to look at her, curious for the sudden action. She tilts her head. "You know he has a girlfriend." she says quietly. My heart almost stops. First how did she know who I was looking at and second Oliver had a girlfriend? My Oliver? My spirits sink. He was straight. There was a possibility he could just be confused. Right?
Vicky noticed the look on my face. She purses her lips and stands up. "Elliot lets go over to my house." the request catches me off guard.
"What?"
"Lets go over to my house." Vicky takes my arm and pulls me over to the bleacher stairs. I stumble, trying to work with my long legs. I sling my bag over my shoulder and regain my balance. I had no idea what Vicky had in mind but I bet it had something to do with Oli. The thought of it punches my heart in the face. Didn't his status on Facebook say he was single?
A couple people look at us passing by, it might have been an odd sight to see. Vicky was really short. And strong. My wrist was sore already.
She pulls her keys out of her pocket and clicks a button. A red car flashes, Vicky walks over to the drivers side, nearly throwing me into the passenger window. I grab ahold of the handle and sit down next to Vicky. She pulls out of the parking lot as soon as shut the door.
"I hope you like little kids." she smirks.
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