Accidentally Saved

Chapter Six

Grace's POV

"Mr. Smith, there has to be another partner I could have. Please, I'll do anything," I begged Mr. Smith, rushing up to him as soon as the bell rang. This was absolutely ridiculous, it had to be an accident. There was no way I was PURPOSELY paired with Ian McCarthy.

"This was no mistake, Ms. Thompson. I figured you could help Mr. McCarthy get his grades up at least to a C average," Mr. Smith said in a hushed voice, considering Ian was still in the room. I turned to look at him. He smirked at me again.

He was wearing black skinny jeans and a tight, black shirt with a band name I have never heard of. I glanced at his shoes and noticed that he was wearing his all-black high-tops. Looking back up at him, I saw he was wearing a black beanie with stray pieces of straight, black hair poking out and framing his face. He had piercing blue eyes and a lip ring on the side of his mouth that jerked up whenever he smirked.

I then noticed he had a black eye. Probably another fight, I thought. He was very attractive, actually.

'No, Grace. You can't think like that,' I thought to myself as I turned to look back at Mr. Smith.

"And I'm really the only one that can help him?" I asked.

"Grace, you have the highest grades in the class and are most definitely one of my best students. You will help him, or you will receive a zero on the project, okay?" Mr. Smith warned, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Fine, I'll do it," I mumbled as I rushed out of the classroom, stopping at my locker before I headed out to walk to my next class. I felt someone's presence next to me as they leaned up against the locker beside mine.

"Can I help you?" I asked Ian, turning to glare at him.

"I just want to let you know you won't get to do all the work on this project, even though you love to take over. I'll be putting just as much work into this project as you are. We'll be such a great team," he smirked at me. What is it with this kid and smirking?

"I'm not looking forward to it, just so you know," I told him as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh but I am little miss goody two shoes," he said with a hard stare.

"Here's the deal," I told Ian, slamming my locker shut. "I'm going to do my part of the project, and you'll do yours. We meet three times a week to get this over done as soon as possible. I don't care what days or whose house. This will be finished in a month, and we'll work on the presentation part a week before it's due. Got it?" Ian smirked at me, once again.

"Whatever you say, babe."

"Don't call me that. Ever."

"K, Grace," He said. I just sighed and looked at him.

"We'll meet tomorrow at my house. Here's my address," I wrote the address down, along with my cell phone number and handed him the note. I turned to walk away when he grabbed my arm.

"Wait," he began, a look I couldn't figure out in his eyes. Guilt? No, it couldn't be.

"Wait, what?" I asked, glaring at him.

"I-I'll call you tonight." I just turned away and began walking away. I swear I heard a "fuck, I fucked it up again," when I was walking down the hall. What was that about?

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"Grace, he can't be that bad," my dad told me after I explained the whole situation to my family at dinner. I hadn't been able to do much homework because I was so distracted by the little "event" with Ian after first period.

"But he is. I can't believe I got partnered up with him," I sighed.

"Honey, remember what we've said. Be a good Christian example. Maybe you'll help him somehow," my mom said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I doubt it," I scoffed.

"What was his name again?" John asked me.

"Ian McCarthy," I told him. He almost spit out his drink.

"That kid who always gets in fights?" He questioned me, leaning across the table.

"Yeah, I guess so," I told him.

"You know, he was actually really nice before, and a really good student. He never was a bad kid until his mom died a few years back. Seventh grade, I think," Noel said, shoving more food in her mouth.

"Well, that doesn't exactly help me, considering he's a total jerk now," I said, irritated.

"Grace! God loves everyone, good or bad, or 'previously good' for this matter. You need to help him like Mr. Smith said. Maybe you could figure out why he's become the way he is and try to guide him along a better path," Daddy told me.

"What makes you think he's ever going to let me in? He never talks to anyone besides his friend, Jace or something," I said.

"Well, didn't he talk to you after class?" Mom asked. I didn't tell them about the name calling or how he acted weird when I began to walk away.

"Yeah but it was just about the project, nothing more," I said, taking a sip of my drink.

"You never know. Maybe you two could become friends," Daddy said. I nearly spit out my drink.

"Daddy, we all know that will never happen. Now can I be excused?" I asked, standing up from my chair. I didn't wait for a response as I put my dishes in the sink and headed upstairs to my room.

When I got there, I grabbed my guitar to calm myself down. This and singing is the only way to lead my attention to something else. I began to strum "Too Late" by Five Seconds of Summer and sing to the tune as I let my mind wander.

How was I ever going to get through this?

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