Perfect Eve

17

The next day went pretty well until my math teacher stopped me in the hallway for a little chat.

"Although you have good grades, I think you can score even better if you try hard."

I did what I do all the time. Nod with a tight smile.

Though I don't know how to try hard. I'm squeezing math in between the shifts, working on it when April's asleep and losing my sleep over it. I just don't have time.

So after mumbling a sure, I walked towards the cafeteria only to meet Tyler's creepy friend. The pervert who stopped us yesterday.

And when he blamed me for Tyler's bad mood, I was lost. If anything, it's him who puts me in a bad mood every day.

Even though I took advantage of the lunch bell and slipped away from the guy, I did think about Tyler.

Where was he?

But before I could think more about Tyler, I was startled by Sasha's voice.

"Hey, come with me. Samantha asked for us."

"Why?"

She was pretty impressed with our assignment.

"Who knows. By the way, I heard you had a date with my brother yesterday. How was it?" She wiggled her eyebrows with a smirk, making my step falter.

"No, no. I mean...it wasn't a date."

Her smirk grew wider as she narrowed her eyes on me and I was forced to look away.

"I was just kidding." She chuckled, shaking her head. "Jeez, you get flustered so easily."

I don't know what was so funny. But she had a triumphant smile on her face until our literature teacher asked for our help.

That wasn't unexpected.

"I heard that you tutor someone?" She looked at me and that was unexpected.

Who told her about Kate?

"Uh...yes. I tutor a sophomore in high school."

"That's great." She gave me a proud smile and it somehow made me emotional.

Someone's proud of me.

Sasha is right. I do get flustered easily.

"There are students who are slightly weak in academics. You people," She pointed at me, Sasha and another guy and a girl who were sitting there, just like us. "And there are many students who are struggling to tackle the interpretation area in literature."

Okay. She wants us to tutor other students...alright.

"You guys have done a pretty good job with the sonnets. And there are a few history majors who can't quite grasp the idea of a sonnet. So, it'd be great if you guys could help them out." She smiled. "And I wouldn't use the term tutoring because some of them might find it embarrassing to say a freshman tutors them. But that's just unwanted pride. Anyway, I'll humour them."

Wait a minute.

"These are the juniors that I've assigned to you guys." She murmured, pulling out a sheet of paper and I was not okay with the plan anymore.

"You mean, like the junior year students?" Sasha asked and Ms Reed smiled.

"Help can be given and taken by anyone, age is never a problem. And they know I'm asking freshmen to do this thing. Senior year students are too busy with their stuff and you guys just did the sonnets anyway."

Great. Because I know what's coming next.

Since my life is a bit dramatic and full of clichés, I'm almost sure that Tyler's on the list. And if that's the case, I'm one hundred percent sure his name is right next to mine.