Blameless ✔

Chapter 9: ❝Would you like a smoothie?❞

Chapter 9: ❝Would you like a smoothie?❞

♡Mark's POV♡

"I've finally figured out who I think will be best suited to tutor you," Ms Smith said, her dimples making her look refreshingly youthful as she smiled.

Unfortunately, I didn't share the same enthusiasm as I asked, "who?"

"Have you been acquainted with a student named Evelyn Jackson?"

My eyes widened slightly in surprise. "I know of her but why assign her to be my tutor? Shouldn't you have chosen someone from your English class - Class C instead of a student from Class A?"

She shook her head, packing up her laptop and loose sheets of paper into the black briefcase she kept under her desk as the bell had already rung signalling the end of school but here I was with her discussing potential tutors.

"Evelyn is the perfect candidate," she told me, rising to her feet. "I've noticed that you talk to pretty much everyone in this class and I don't want you getting distracted because of petty banter."

Forcing a sigh through the small space between my enclosed lips, I decided it would be best not to argue with her since people like her with extensive vocabulary often intimidated me and made me feel inferior.

"I'll send a call to Evelyn's parents to inform them before we discuss it with her, okay?"

I nodded.

She gave me another smile before making her way towards the door but I hurriedly tried to stop her when I saw that she had missed a sheet in her endeavour of putting all those loose pages away.

"Ms Smith," I called, causing her to turn around. "You forgot this."

As she approached me, I curiously glanced down at the page, squinting to make out the words but they just seemed so jumbled and out of place, making me quickly give up and hand it to her eagerly.

"Thank you, Mark," she spoke, always smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded dismissively. "Yeah, whatever."

She then walked out of the classroom and I waited back a second before imitating her action and stepping out into the hallway of bustling students. Not feeling bothered to search for my friends in the spontaneous mess, I made a beeline for my locker and rushedly filled my bag with the books I needed for homework tonight.

"Hi, Mark."

Kill me.

Slowly turning around, I didn't even try to mask my annoyance when I saw a girl around my height, staring at me with those monotonous love-struck eyes. She shyly tucked a strand from the caramel hair that cascaded down her vast back in tight curls behind her ear.

"I was wondering if-"

"I'm not interested."

It was the same thing over and over again. She had actually thought using a curling wand to make her hair look luscious and wearing a top less than her size to conceal those rolls of fat to become society's version of 'beautiful' would impress me. The fact that she would even try to change herself for the sake of others was already a major turn off for me and I didn't want to waste any more of my time on her.

"But Mark-"

"I already told you I'm not interested."

"B-But I-"

"Leave."

And with that, she took off, liquid welling up in her eyes as she sobbed with tears that had yet to fall. Rolling my eyes, I turned my attention back to my locker again but unexpectedly, my eyes landed on the girl who's been grabbing my attention a lot these past few weeks. She was partially unrevealed by the row of lockers she stood beside as she stared off into the distance with a gaping mouth, holding onto what looked like a love letter judging by the pink and red hearts spread all over it that would remind of Valentine's day.