The Town

The Awaited Laughter

One Month Later:

            It's been the same ever since. Nothing has changed. Brandon always ignored me and didn't talk, it seems the number of girls he has been sleeping with had increased too. Rowely is still hitting on me with his 'cry' fettish, but it seems to be decreasing since I have always found a way around it. Rachael has been away for some time, she doesn't come to school very often. And me, well, I'm still the one getting hit on by a bunch of guys, playing sports, and still trying to seduce my brother,Dave.

   'Beep, Beep, Beep'

  I slam my hand onto the alarm clock. Today is saturday and my very first job starts today. I'm a tutor. I work on saturdays for 2 hours and on tuesdays for 4 hours. It's not that bad considering the short amount of hours and the big amount of payment.

   All I know about the kid I'm working for is fourteen years old, has a bad attitude, makes things complicated, doesn't know when to stop, and he's a player.

   Of course I had to include the player part, I mean, almost every guy that has come up to me was a player. There were probably only two who weren't and they were just my partners for these projects.

   I walk into the bathroom to take a shower and after that I wore my clothes. I didn't want my first immpression to be too serious, so I tried something that was calm and colourful.

   I wore a pink blouse, light grey shorts that reached mid thigh, black socks that went up to my knees, and white vans. I loved the out fit and hopefully it wasn't going to be too bothersome. I had some time left so I decided to do something extra. I pulled my hair out of the messy bun, let down my curly and frizy hair, aplied cream onto it to make it less frizy and more bouncy, and put my long bangs behind my ears. The final touch made me look amazing and I was confident enough to face anything head on.

I then looked at the time again and I had 20 minutes left. I decided I better leave.

   I grabbed the keys to steven'a BMW (a kind of car) and walked out the door. I drove off and arrived in 15 minutes, a little earlier than expected. I grabbed the books and papers I needed for this lesson and knocked on the door.

   A man around his late 20's, with greenish silver eyes, long thick curly hair, and a slik jawline, had opened the door. "Hi, I'm Onrold's brother, Ashton," He reached out his hand for a handshake, was what I assumed, but instead he gently took my hand and planted a kiss in the back of it. "Thank you," I said while plastering a smile. Even though he was being a gentlemen, my mind registered it as a dick move just to get into a maidens heart.

   "Anything for a beautiful young lady," he said while putting on a cheeky smile. Anyone would have thought right there and then that he was acting cute, but to me he was just being a player to a woman who's not even in his house and someone he barely knew for like 2 minutes.

   "Can I come in?" I asked trying to not sound irritated. "Sure," he said eyeing me up and down, the basics of checking me out. I looked away from him so I wouldn't end up glaring at him. Instead I stared at the wonderful house that seemed a bit like mine.

   "You're the tutor, right?" I looked up to where the voice was coming from and saw a young boy with grey eyes, short curly hair, and wonderful tan skin. He was a cuter version of Ashton. I knew right there that he was Onrold.

   I blushed and said a quite,"yes." I blushed. Why did I frickin blush? God this is so embarrasing, I thought.

He smirked. He smirked? The freakin guy smirked!? I thought. I stared at him for a good thirty seconds before Ashton cleared his throught. "Shall we?" He asked motioning me to go up the stairs and into the mini office.

   Once I did that Ashton said a quick "Good luck," and closed the door. "Um, My name is Kesha, pleased to meet you," I say plastering a smile on because this was sort of akward. "Onrold," he says in a slow boring mood. Even though he had a lack of expressions I could tell he was excited cause there was a twinkle in his eyes. I knew he just didn't want to show it to a stranger. Atleast he had more sense than his older brother.

    "Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" I ask. "No as long as I get to ask questions about you too." He said while turning over to face me. "Okay then. What is the subject you are mostly failing at?" I start. "English," he answers. "What grade are you in again?" "8th grade." "Okay, thats all I have for you so far. What did you want to ask me?" I ask.

   "How old are you," Onrold starts. "I just turned 16 last week," I answer. A smile tugged on his lips as soon as I said it. "Are you single?" He starts again. "Yes" I answer. "Then lets mingle," he says while getting closer to my ear. "Bibity, Bobity, back the fuck up," I say while pushing his chest back.
 
   I heard a quiet chuckle at the door. Onrold turned his head to the door and scrunched his face up. He opened his door and Ashton came stumbling in, he was really holding his laughter in. But then his laughter burst out of his mouth, and I luaghed along with him. Our laughter filled the room.

   "Oh, shut up," Onrold scowled. I could tell we were going to get along.