To Shatter A Million Folds

Chapter 2

As school went on, there was only one thing that I could think about: Tutoring Dylan. It was haunting me all day long. Hasn’t Dylan punished me enough?

It was the last period of the day and all I did was stare at the wall while Ms. Martin was teaching. As you can see, I am clearly terrified. Sure, I would be happy if it would be anyone rather than him. I can actually put up with his good for nothing friends, but him? No! How am I going to tutor him? Is he even going to listen? Well, yeah, since this is tutoring – but still! Will he even show up? Oh God, is he planning to kill me? All these thoughts rummaged through my brain.

“Ms. Moore!” Ms. Martin yelled out as she gave me a disapproving look. I quickly looked around, scanned the faces of my classmates. They were all looking at me. My face beamed like a ripe tomato.

I then looked back at Ms. Martin, my voice finally spoke out as it stammered, “Ye… yes… Ms. Martin?”

“Ms. Moore,” she sighs, “would you give us the answer to number two?”

Oh damn! My mind was too preoccupied with Dylan; I wasn’t even paying attention to class. Argh! Even in my head, he still messes me. Good God! What have I really gotten myself into? “Umm… I don’t know,” I said out shyly.

I heard his snicker from across the room. That was exaggerating, Dylan was just in front of me that’s why I can hear his soft laughter, “she’s useless,” he muttered under his breath before he gave me a side glance behind. I’m sure that by the looks of his smirk, he was purposely letting me hear his obnoxious comments.

My eyes narrowed at him before he cleared his throat. All pairs of eyes were set on him before he shouted, “SHE’S USELESS!”

I just put my head down and waited for the period to be over.

As class ended, I marched straight down to the library, as soon as I dreadfully entered the library; I waited for Dylan to come. Knowing him, he might actually make himself late. Oh darn! Where is that stupid boy? I quickly looked around until I’ve felt someone breathing roughly beside my ear.

“Hey babe, looking for me?” ringed a voice in my ear.

“You do realize you’re ten minutes late?” I said.

“You do realize I don’t care, right?” he shot back as he raised an eyebrow out at me and smirked.

I wish there was this big vacuum where I can remove that smirk of his. It really irritates me. I did a long irritated sigh. Why do I have to deal with this douchebag? Why?

“Are we going to your house or mine?” asked Dylan while he was on his phone.

“Neither,” I replied. The reason I didn’t want to go to his house is because his mom is there and I do not want to have an awkward conversation with her – same goes to my house. So I decided, to save both of us – I’m being kind. I have my moments – we should probably just go to the public library.

“Then where are we going? On a date?” he smirked.

This guy is really aggravating me. “No, we are going to the library.” I gritted my teeth and I tried my best to calm down.

“Okay, whatever suits your panties,” he said nonchalantly.

I gave him the longest death glare I could. I seriously wanted to punch him. What the heck happened to him? He used to be sweet and kind and now, he’s a pervert who needs serious help.

“I know, my face is handsome, no need to stare at it.”

That does it! “Meet me at the public library near your house!” I yelled out stomping angrily to my car.

 I somehow heard Dylan say, “Looks like it’s her time of the month.”

Ugh! I can imagine his stupid little devilish smirk right on his face. All I want to do is slap it right off his face. That boy needs serious help…  LITERALLY.

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What happened to Dylan? Why did he decide to change? Was it because I was a bad friend?

“Move out of my way retard,” Said Dylan as he pushed me roughly on the shoulder. That honestly hurts a lot both physically and mentally. Why did he decide to be a cold hearted Voldemort? Whatever, I guess some people change… not me.

When I sat down next to Dylan, I took out the supplies that would be needed for tutoring. As I look up I see Dylan on his phone, probably texting one of his retarded friends. I gave out a long sigh before saying, “Umm, Dylan, take out the things that would be needed.” Dylan stopped and looked at me.

“Who do I look like to you?” he asked.

So, as I looked through Dylan’s grade, I see his lowest scores – which was mostly every subject there is. He is one brainless peanut head. All I see are D’s and F’s and he only has one A which was Physical Education. Mostly everyone gets an A in that subject – you won’t do anything there.

“Okay, it seems like I will be tutoring you in almost every subject since you are,” I decided to stop there because I didn’t want to die today.

“Since you are what?” asked Dylan.

“Oh nothing,” I muttered.

“That’s what I thought, listen here stupid –”

Stupid? Look who’s talking Mr. Brainless Peanut Head!

“I came here to hang out with my peeps. You can take your nerdy little self somewhere else and consider yourself lucky. We will pretend like you tutor me while we are actually doing our own important stuff. Got it, Stupid?”

Wait, first I’m Stupid then a Nerd then back to Stupid. You need some serious help!

“You got something to say?” before I can actually say something, he gets up, grabs his bag and left. I probably got a retarded looking face right now. He got some nerve to get up and leave. How am I going to explain this to Mr. Hale?

I get up and went straight to my car. I headed home. Like always, my parents aren’t here. They are probably still working. I put my things down and headed to one place where I can truly find love: the fridge. What? A girl can’t do that? Look around through the fridge and find… Nutella?! Who doesn’t love Nutella? I strode my way up to the stairs and quickly went to go and shower. I changed to my night clothes and looked at the time. It read, 8: 56. I lie down on my bed, let out a loud sigh and think. What am I going to do about tutoring?

Sighing in defeat, I closed my eyes and let darkness take over me.