Bab 6: Chapter 6
The literature teacher clearly didn't like me, not after our little interaction earlier. We had another lesson later that day where we got to meet once again. It was the final lesson of the day and I was glad. One more and my mind would have probably shut off. I wasn't going to lie, the only reason I bothered to attend school was because my father insisted on me doing so. Otherwise I wouldn't have even been there. I had my own dream, had already began working on it before we moved. That was another reason I hated Khloe, she had no clue what she had taken me away from. The one thing I was actually passionate about.
Immediately after the lesson ended, I stood and headed towards the teacher. I couldn't recall her name despite how hard I tried. She raised her brows inquisitively but didn't say a thing. Her arms crossed as she sat on the edge of the table at the front of the class.
" I'd like Kyle Stevens to tutor me, " I went straight to the point. He was thankfully still in class, I still don't know why he hadn't left but I was glad. I didn't have turn to know he was there, I just knew.
" I beg your pardon?" the teacher asked and I sighed before repeating my statement. I heard Stevens' laugh from somewhere behind me, he was talking to that boy he was always with. What were they exactly? The question had been eating at me non-stop.
The teacher raised her arm and called Stevens' name, then she beckoned for him to come over. A few seconds later he was standing beside me, I turned to find him looking at me with a warning glare, almost as if he knew I had done something.
" Why don't you ask him yourself?" The teacher told me, I was a little angry. That wasn't what I wanted her to do, she was supposed to instruct him to tutor me. If I asked him the answer was obviously going to be a no.
" I need a tutor, guess who's my lucky pick?"
His lips parted in protest and he shook his head immediately after I was done. Then he turned to the teacher with pleading eyes. I was genuinely hurt. And a little offended as well. He turned back to me and narrowed his gaze, he looked sort of threatening and I loved it.
" It's literature, " he factually stated.
" So?"
" Sooo, there's nothing to tutor you about. You have the text, try reading it. "
" Three lessons, "
He shook his head.
" I'm busy, I have work to do. Sorry Mrs.Fisher but you really have to choose someone else. "
And with that he turned and walked away. That friend of his was waiting for him, as always. I inwardly thanked the teacher for nothing and followed behind him, I managed to catch up with them just when they had walked out the door.
" Stevens, "
This time he stopped and slowly turned around, I was glad that he was done with running each time he saw me.
" What?" The harshness in his tone was still new to me, but I liked hearing his voice however I got it. It didn't matter the tone he used, it was smooth, it was him.
" I must admit, I love this version of you even better, " I said and he scoffed before attempting to turn around, I held him by his upper arm and stopped him from doing so. His friend was there, watching us with total confusion written all over his features. Stevens' eyes fell to where I held onto him and stayed there for a few seconds. Then he slowly glanced up at me and asked me to let go.
" Make me. "
" I'm not playing this game with you, I have more important things to take care of."
" Three fucking lessons, say yes and I'll let you leave. "
" Find someone else--"
" But I don't want anyone else. " I moved closer to him and he immediately froze. He stood still and all his focus was directed to my eyes, then he seemed to regain his senses and with a hand to my chest, he pushed me back.
" Just let me be already! What are you trying to achieve here?"
" Thursday at seven, I'll text you the address. " I told him, he shook his head and I watched them as they left. He must have thought I was joking but I wasn't one to kid around.
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KYLE'S POV
I have probably said this a hundred times already but I'm going to make it a hundred and one. I hate him!
He completely gets on my nerves and drives me crazy. Just glancing at him manages to rile me up, I don't like the fact that he's in the same school. I don't like the fact that he's determined to make my life a living hell. What's up with him? Why is he so interested in talking to me? I wished that he'd just go ahead with his life and pretend that he didn't even remember me. Perhaps I ought to have done that as well, maybe it would have been better if I had played dumb and pretended I didn't recognize him the first time I saw him. But I doubt that would have helped. And who does he think he is? Giving me orders like that?
I HATE HIM!
I hate that I can't stop thinking about him....
He's now constantly in my thoughts, all of them. I don't want to think about anything because I'll just end up getting more confused, and I was pretty confused as it was. Before his re-entry into my life I had still been trying to figure some things out, but now he was filling me with dread. I was going up the stairs to head to my house. Max had asked me about him and I had simply said Austin and I had known each other from Phoenix but we hadn't been close. He didn't believe me but I refused to explain things further. We hadn't gone to the cops because my mom had finally reached out to me, actually what she did was send me a text commanding that I stopped blowing up her phone with my freaking calls.
That was all the reassurance I needed to know that she was okay, at least she wasn't hurt or anything. And when I walked into the apartment, it was to find her sleeping on the couch. I stood by the door for a few minutes and simply stared at her. The feelings I held for my mother were complex. In truth, I feared that with time the love I had for her would start to slowly fade. I didn't want it to happen but it was a fear that I had.
I looked at the floor next to the couch where a beer can had tipped over and the beer itself was now on the floor. I shook my head and ran a hand through my dark hair. Then I headed to the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels and I wet a small rag and went to clean the mess up.
She looked tired...wasted....much older than she actually was.
Her brown curls were all tangled up and her make-up was all smudged. But I knew that if I dared wake her up then nothing good would come out of it so I let her be. There was still no food in the house so I made a mental note to pass by the grocery store after I closed up the record store, speaking of which, I was getting late.
I quickly headed to my room and grabbed a jacket, then I left for work. Placing a glass of water and some painkillers on the table for her Incase she needed them when she woke up. She always needed them. After that I made my way straight to the record store and to my endless thoughts of a boy that was set on ruining the peace I had strived to get.
It was a slow day with hardly any customers. I completed whatever was left of my assignment and decided to read through Wuthering Heights. And as I was doing so I thought about him asking me to tutor him.
I wouldn't be caught dead doing that!
And I was positive he was only using that as an excuse to get me to talk to him, but I was actually quite curious about what he wanted to say. Maybe he wanted to apologize?
I didn't care, that curiosity would have to find a way to simmer down because I had no intentions of satisfying it whatsoever.
I was flipping through my sixth page when a text came through my phone. I assumed it was either Max or Kira because they texted me the most, but then I frowned on realizing that it was a new number.
" Cheetahs are stronger " was all the message read. I stared at my screen until the words became blurry and my mind was pulled back into the past.
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" Oh! It's about to start, I'll grab the popcorn!" Austin excitedly shouted as he jumped off his bed, tossing the remote on the covers and heading for the door.
" Grab me some Cheetos instead. " I said before he exited the door. Then I closed my books and started making my way to his bed. he stopped and faced me.
" You don't want popcorn?"
I shook my head. We were about to watch a wildlife documentary. Something we always did on Fridays when it aired, at first it had been just me. Austin had hated them,said they weren't fun, but with time I had managed to convince him otherwise.
He currently loved them even more than I did.
" Why not?" He crossed his arms. Then he eyed me suspiciously, he was doing that a lot lately. And for a ten year old, Austin sometimes acted too mature for his age, I could as well but whenever I was with him I tended not to. I didn't want him to think I was no fun.
" Because I believe that it's very stereotypical to assume that popcorn is the only snack suitable for movie watching. "
" Streo what now?" He looked puzzled. Then he shook his head.
" I warned you against using your big words on me Stevens, you can save those for your essays. "
" All I'm saying is that people should start exploring other snacks whenever they're watching. "
He slowly nodded, then I watched as that cunning smile began to appear on his equally cunning yet cute face. And I only called him cute because everyone else did. Even Bianca from school had written him a note asking him to be her stupid boyfriend.
I did not like Bianca and lucky for Austin, his mum had said he was too young to have a girlfriend.
He started making his way towards me and I asked him what he was doing.
" Austin! Quit it already will you?!" He had to stop with that game of his, it wasn't fun for me and it made me really nervous. I don't know why. He got to where I was in the bed and stood next to me.
" Are you sure this has nothing to do with sharing the same bowl?" he suddenly asked and I almost audibly gasped, wondering how he could possibly know that.
" Of course not, why would that bother me?"
" You tell me Stevens, you're the one that dropped the entire bowl last time because my hand touched yours."
" That was an accident!" I defended myself even though deep down I knew he was right. The same way I knew he had held my hand on purpose just to tease me, but I hadn't been expecting it and I freaked out and dropped all the popcorn.
" Just go get the snacks already, or I'll do it myself. " I started to get off the bed but he told me to let it be. Then he left and my ten year old self fell backwards on the bed and let out a long breath. I wondered why he was making me so.... anxious! Ever since the first time we talked. I just didn't understand what was going on. He came back just as the show was starting and my eyes fell on the large bag of Cheetos in his hand which he had already opened up, then he placed it between us and sat down.
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