Bad Girl Plays Nice

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

After school I went up with the girls at our usual spot. I started thinking about our wall, and how in a while it will be completely covered in paint. And then what would we do? Repaint the whole thing? Find a new place? Is it weird how this is what I worry about now? Instead of my grades which I'll be lucky if I actually get into a college.

There were no plans for tonight so I went home at around dinner time.

"Hey mom." I said walking through the door.

She was braiding my 13 year old sister Cynthia's hair, "Hey Cam, back so soon?"

"Yeah, our club meeting was canceled."

It was the end freshman year when I met Lydia, and it was the end of freshman year when my grades started dropping, I quit the earth friendly club and the marching band. And it was also the end of freshman year when my mom decided that I was depressed.

She noticed my behavior and thought it was some "teen crisis" I don't know, some bullshit.

I wasn't depressed, but no matter how hard I tried my mom wouldn't listen. So my doctor prescribed to me some depression pills.

Almost three years later and I still take them. I don't think I've ever really been depressed but sometimes I get faint images of my death, how it would happen, why it would happen and you know, where it would happen and more.

I'd never actually do that. Normally people would think about their family and how people would miss them but for me, I just think about myself. It would mean not doing what I want to achieve later on in life. I would never get to prove the people who underestimated me wrong. All those people who did me wrong I will show them that they didn't affect me.

I went to the bathroom and washed my makeup off. I stared at myself and saw my secret tattoo peaking out of my pants on my right hip, it was a plus. At the time it meant nothing to me but a cool symbol, but now, it means a lot. A plus could mean first aid, as in health and it could also mean the math way, addition. My life keeps adding and adding good and bad, and that's how it will always be.

I pulled my long hair into a pony and walked to my room. Luckily my sister wasn't there so I was alone. There was nothing to do. I looked out my window and saw my 15 year old brother Shawn with his friends talking on the street.

There was nothing to do and I wasn't really in the mood to start a fight or smoke. I had one idea and it pained me to even think about it.

Homework.

I reached into my backpack and got my math textbook and compbook. I stared at the blank pages in my notebook, there was nothing on there except I hate math written by me about a month ago. I ripped the page out.

Opening up my textbook I read the first question, confusing, but I could get it. I looked at my new first page of my book getting read to write down the answer until I saw something. A series of numbers, and words. It read...

I assumed you probably threw away my number. This is just in case you still wanted help. Hope you call :)

-Isaac

Below he left his number. I stared at his message. Something was telling me to call him but I didn't want to.

I called him.

The phone rang once, and than twice, and then someone answered.

"Hello?" It was him.

"Hi, um this is-" He interrupted me.

"Reid, hi!" I could hear his smile.

"Hello." I said.

"I knew you would call me." He said.

"Well after I threw away the paper you gave me I thought that would be it."

I expected him to say something, he didn't, so I went on.

"But when I started my math homework and saw your number, I figured you really wanted me so I thought the least I could do was call you."

Nothing. All I could hear was his gentle breathing.

"Yeah um, I'm happy you called." He said. "So what do you say about me tutoring you?"

I paused, I didn't know.

"Sure why not." I hit my forehead. Because I don't want to that's why not.

"Okay!" He hung up before we made a time.

I really didn't want him to tutor me but if him doing so can help my grades and maybe help me get into a decent college, then I've got to do it.

Who knows what would happen.