The Unexpected Tutor

• Chapter 4 •

*This song came to mind when writing this chapter*
———————————————————
All I could was stare at her. She was joking. She had to be. I knew he was smart, but not tutor smart. Brett Wilson. Brett. Freaking. Wilson. I can't believe it. I have had a massive crush on him since junior high. He was always top of the class and excelled in every activity he did. Not to say that he was perfect, but he was pretty darn close. Where can you find a guy with manners, looks, and brains. He's the captain of the high school lacrosse team, and he's the best player around. He works at "Hannah's Chicken Corral", which is the local diner, as a waiter.
"Summer, don't scare me like that," I say exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Sky, I'm dead serious. I pretended to be sick to go to the nurse's office, and I asked my mom if she knew anything," Summer's mom is the nurse."She said that she could check, and I praised her for that. She came back with a file and it said that he was your tutor. Bam! Your welcome," she finishes with a smug look on her face.
"No, no, no. This can't be happening. I can't even form words when I'm around him. How am I supposed to communicate for half an hour?" I say talking to myself.
"I don't know, but this would be a great time to get to know him," she says with a wink.
"Please, it's not like he even notices me," I say, which is probably true.
"You never know, you guys could be soulmates," she replies with a dopey grin on her face. I roll my eyes as I walk to my next class. All my classes before lunch whiz by in no time, and only one question remained on my mind. How was I going to communicate with Brett? I haven't talked to him ever. The only reason I know anything about him personally is from Summer. They grew up as neighbors for five years, but Summer's parents decided to move into the house next to mine. It's closer to our school and their offices. I continue to think about what I'm going to say when I see him after school as I walk to the cafeteria for lunch. I get the free lunch because my parents can't pay for all of us. I think the food is still amazing compared to pizza and takeout 4-5 days a week. As I open the doors, I automatically hear the noise of students carrying on conversations. I walk over to the lunch line and hand the ladies working there my paper that says I get my free lunch. I know them by name, and they know me very well too.
"How are you doing today, Sky," asks Barb with a friendly smile. She takes my paper and hold punches the circle for today.
"I'm doing great. How are you?"
"Pretty good. Thanks for asking," she says she hands me my tray. "You better hurry, I think Summer and Dillian are summoning you," she says with a slight chuckle. I look over to where she's pointing. They are standing by our table waving their hands high above their heads.
"You're right. I hope they don't cause too much commotion. Have a good day," I say as I start to walk over to the table. I look around at the other tables looking at Summer and Dillian with confusion. Their eyes wander around until they land on me. They look at my torn jeans and baggy pullover with disgust. I start to walk faster to our table hoping that they will stop staring at me. I look down at my tray as I walk.
"I wonder where she gets those clothes? Probably the trash," I hear someone say close to me. I look up for a second and see someone walking towards me. I sidestepped hoping for them to walk around me. Nope. Turns out when I tell my brain to sidestep, it automatically thinks to step forward. They rammed into my arm, making me spill the food on my tray all over myself. I dropped the tray and looked down at my shirt. I had ketchup, jelly, and mashed potatoes on my pullover. Great, I think, not only will I die from humiliation in front of the whole school, but also in front of Brett, and this is going to stain so badly. I look around me, and see that all eyes are on me. Isn't this situation absolutely beautiful. I stand there for who knows how long hoping that I don't burst into tears. This isn't the first time that this has happened. Colt and Cliff teamed up on whoever did it everytime. I'm so lucky to have them to protect me, to a certain extent. From across the room, I see Colt, Cliff, and Dillian stand up and wink at me.
"Food fight!" they yell. Everyone stands up and starts throwing food everywhere. Summer and Dillian crawl towards me, trying not to get covered in food. Before I know it, they each take my hands and we run out of the cafeteria.
"I'm going to go back and drill that guy in the face," says Dillian with a determined face. Before I can even protest, he was already through the doors with food in each hand.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up," Summer says with a sad smile.
"I should just pack a bag of extra clothes in case this happens again," I say with a frown.
"We just need to teach them a lesson to not mess with my girl," she says as we walk into the nurse's office. "Mom, do you have any extra clothes?"
"Of course. Why would you need extra clothes?" her mom asks with a concerned expression.
"Someone struck again," Summer replies with a scowl.
"Oh, Sky, honey. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie. "You don't have to go through any trouble for me."
"There's no trouble at all," she said as she handed me pants and a sweatshirt.
"Thank you so much Mrs. Cassidy," I say with a smile.
"No problem, and please call me Grace."
Summer and I walk to the girl's bathroom. I walk into one of the stalls and change while Summer sits on the counter.
"Summer?" I ask.
"What's up?"
"Did I ever do something wrong to deserve this?" I ask as tears run down my face.
"You mean besides being smart, funny, talented, and kind? Then no," Summer says trying to cheer me up.
"Why don't people like me?"
"Because they're jealous of your amazing talent, and don't forget how hot you are," she chuckles.
"Thanks Summer."
"Your welcome. It's the duty as a best friend to tell the other how hot they look," she says.
"..." She huffs angrily.
"You look hot, Summer," I laugh starting to feel better.
"You know I think I saw your brothers rub mashed potatoes all over that guy's face before we left," she says as we both start to laugh so hard our stomachs hurt. I walk out of the stall with sweatpants that hang so low on my hips that I rolled them up four times. The sweatshirt I'm wearing hangs to my thighs and the arms cover my hands.
"Well, do you think Brett with find this look hot?" I ask striking a pose.
"Definitely," Summer and I laugh as we walk out of the bathroom with my confidence as tall as ever.
***********************************
Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it. Don't forget to vote😉