Denial

Chapter 3

"Shaila Parker" I hear someone call my name from behind, as I start to make my way to Spanish.

I turn around, only to find Mrs. Anderson, my math teacher. I stop walking as she approaches me.

"Good morning Mrs.Anderson" I say politely. One must be nice with their teachers, or everyone who is the authority really.

"Shaila, I'm glad I found you. I have some thing I would like to discuss with you" she says. Am I in trouble or something?

"Yeah of course" i nod. "Did I do anything wrong?" I ask.

"No, not at all" she smiles. "Look I want to ask you a favor" she continues.

"Yeah sure" I nod. I don't know what would she even want from me, but whatever.

"Well, as you may know, you're one of the best students in the class" she says, and I can't help but smile proudly. I don't know why but when a teacher compliments me on my work, I'm proud of myself. "And there are many people having trouble in Math, and are asking for tutoring. I'm asking some of the best students to tutor. And well, since you are really good in Math, I thought your classmates could use your help" she continues.

I think about it for a moment. I mean, I like Math, but I don't want to spend every single day tutoring people I don't even know or like.

"You won't be tutoring everyone, there are other people who are willing to tutor too" she says.

"With all my respect, I don't know If i have the the time, I'm really busy with my home work and all that stuff" I say. Well i have the time, but not the patience.

"I understand. Well think about it and come during lunch time to my class and tell me what you decide" she says, and I just nod.

I start to walk away, but Mrs. Anderson speaks again. "Oh and one last thing. You'd be rewarded, you'll get an extra point on your final grade" she finally adds.

I stop in my tracks. One extra point in my final grade just for helping someone with Math? I turn around to ask her a question, but she is already gone.

Maybe I should do it after all. I already have good grades in Math, but I could get even better ones.

I think I'm going to do it.

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The bell rings indicating it is finally lunch time. I grab my things and I rush out of the classroom. I've made my decision of the whole tutoring thing, I will do it. Besides, there are just a few that actually care about their grade in this school.

I smile and make my way to Math class, where Mrs. Anderson said she'd be.

I send Naomi a text saying that I'll be with Mrs.Anderson for a while and that I'll look for her once I'm done. This way she won't be looking for me for about 10 minutes.

I enter the classroom, and there are a few people still gathering their stuff.

Suddenly, I stop in my tracks when i see the familiar curly haired boy. I notice he is wearing those black skinny jeans he always wears, with a black shirt and his black boots. His eyebrows are twitched into a frown, as he discusses something with the teacher.

I inhale deeply before I step into the class. Harry hasn't seem to notice my presence, and neither does Mrs.Anderson.

I clear my throat once I'm just a few feet away from them. With this they both turn to look at me and i speak. "Sorry for um interrupting" i apologize, even though I'm not sorry. "I was just here to talk to you about the tutoring" I continue.