Chapter Four
I limped my way all the way home. Gently opening the front door, I realize that my dad was still sleeping. I half tiptoed, half limped across the living room and up the stairs. Reaching my bedroom door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Grabbing a top and a skirt, I continued to limp towards the shower.
Now this was the challenge, I unwound the wrapping from my foot and started the shower. Looking at the cut, I sighed and closed my eyes, glad that it didn't look deep. I stepped under the jets of water and just let it run over my body. I was a bundle of emotions. I felt dirty somehow, like I've done something wrong even though all we did was sleep.
I tried to assess how I was feeling. I was scared. Scared of how much trouble I'll be in. I felt foolish. God knows what Nathan would tell his friends-or even if he would tell them anything. But most of all, I felt worried. I was out of my comfort zone. This whole tutoring was out of my comfort zone.
Pretty soon, the water had gone cold and I was forced to leave the comforts of my shower. Taking out the first aid-kit from under the sink, I took out the ointment and proceeded to treat the cut.
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A miracle must have taken place because my dad did not utter a word about last night during breakfast. I left for school with a bandaged foot, covered up in my ballet flats. Somehow I felt that school should have changed. Yet, of course it was still the same. The bell rung signalling the start of classes as I limped my way to my first class.
A whiff of an uncomfortable amount of disinfectant attacked my nose as soon as I walked in. Oh-no. We were blood typing today. I mentally smacked myself for forgetting to skip or at least getting a note from my dad in order for me to be excused. Now I had no choice but to stay.
"Alright, everyone. Please gather all the materials and find a partner." My biology teacher, Ms. Smith instructs us. I quickly looking around trying to spot anyone I knew. I felt so disoriented. Were any of my friends in this class? I shake my head, trying to get my bearings straight. By then everyone was settled on their desks with the materials and were starting the lab. I quickly walk to the front of the class and gather the materials. I guess I'll be working on my own today. Not that I minded but besides that fact that I didn't even wanna be here, well let's just say I've had better days.
I settle down and hear someone plop beside me. I instantly smile, thinking that maybe I wouldn't have to suffer through this alone. I look up and my smile instantly drops. "Nathan, what are you doing here?" I ask with a frown. I don't remember him being in my class. He looks at me like I've grown an extra pair of heads and that's when I realize that my voice was too loud. The whole class was looking at us now. Probably wondering why a nerd like me was talking to a jock like Nathan. I roll my eyes. Oh please. High school streotypes can suck it.
"I'm sorry but were you talking to me? I don't believe you have a right to." My mouth nearly drops open and I see him smirking at me. What the fuck? My cheeks instantly feel warm and I see the other people in my class shaking their heads and going back to their work, deciding that nothing was amiss. Of course, the jock couldn't be associated with a girl like me. Everything was normal in the universe of high school. Now that everyone's attention wasn't on us, I kept waiting for Nathan to explain. Except he didn't, he grabbed the materials and proceeded to do the lab.
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"Hello? Earth to Pamela" I shake my head and focus on Kate's perfectly manicured figures waving in front of my eyes. I remove my glasses and rub my eyes. I just felt so weak. My head felt like there was a thousand hammers pounding on it and every time I walk, a piercing pain would shoot up my leg. I push her hand away. "Sorry. What did you say?"
