Opposites Attract
Tutor?!
Just to start things off, my name is Emily Baker. I am the popular girl in school. I honestly don't like being the popular girl, all i do is go to late parties full of booze and sex. I had sex one time. And that was with my boyfriend josh. He has turned into a huge asshole. I never liked him. At least not as much as Marcel. He is so sweet and adorable. But I was told that I couldn't hang out with him or my reputation will get ruined. So I shrugged of the feelings for him and I eventually forgot about him. So now I had no feelings for anyone whatsoever.
I walked onto school campus. I was wearing black high heels and jeans with a pink tank top. Basic popular girl clothes. I guess.
But these heels kill me so fuckin bad!
I met up with my gang. When I say gang, I mean fake bitches and pervs. I never really had a best friend. Except for Eleanor. She doesn't go to this school though. I still hang out with her and we tell each other everything.
"Omg, have you heard about jake and Sarah? They were caught having sex under the bleachers." Tiffany says.
This is my basic talk between us. Gossip, gossip, gossip. Ugh.
The bell rang and I walked to my first class. Math. Just what I needed to start the day. I sat in my usual seat at the back with all the other popular girls. It felt so good to finally sit down and not walk on these ridiculous heels. Marcel was the first one here and sat in the very front. Being the nerd he is. The class continued on and I dozed off like always. Class finished and before I could walk out, the teacher called me and Marcel back. Shit.
"Emily, I have to speak to you about your grades. They are dropping very lo-"
"Yeah, okay tell me this when there's people around. This makes my goddamn day." I said irritated.
I was really grouchy whenever I had to wear these goddamn heels. Especially when it comes to my grades. I was really embarrassed.
"Listen, Emily. I'm going to get you a tutor."
"I don't need one." I spat, crossing my arms.
"According to my grade book you do. I going to have Marcel tutor you."
This is not happening!
"What?! No." I said getting up.
"I spoke to your mom about this and she will make you go to tutoring sessions. You don't have a choice, Emily. This is for the best. Marcel will tutor you everyday after school and on Sunday. You will start today."
"Come on." I mumbled.
I sat back on the desk and covered my face with my hands. This is just great.
"It's not the happiest day of my life either." Marcel says.
I haven't heard that voice in a long while.
~ FlashBack ~
"Hi, I'm Marcel." He smiles warmly at me.
"Uh, ... Hi.. I'm Emily." I smiled.
"I think you're very pretty." He blushed, looking down.
I smiled.
"What the hell are you doing with him?!" Tiffany says.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
She scoffs.
"We don't talk to losers." Tiffany pulled me away from Marcel.
She dragged me away. I looked back at him with sorrow. I felt really bad for ditching him like that. I was just being stupid I guess. You should've seen the way he looked at me. I swear he wanted to cry. Nobody was his friend. It wasn't his fault.
~ FlashBack Ended ~
I looked over at Marcel and felt a guilt wash over me. I felt so bad that I did that to him. Maybe, I should at least ease up on him. Be a little friendly. He deserves something I guess.
"Well, where are we going to go study?" I asked, playing with my nails.
"You don't have to do this. I know you don't." He says.
"Well, you are a really smart kid and I could use help on my math crap. So I want to." I smiled.
"Alright. We can go to my house after school." He says, getting up.
"Okay. Thanks, Marcel." I said, as I walked up to him and hugged him.
Mmm. He smells good.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back. I pulled away and walked out the door.
That hug was unexpected..
But I got to give to him. He is still incredibly nice to me even though I treated him like shit. And I actually enjoyed that hug. It was quite.... Heart warming.
I walked onto school campus. I was wearing black high heels and jeans with a pink tank top. Basic popular girl clothes. I guess.
But these heels kill me so fuckin bad!
I met up with my gang. When I say gang, I mean fake bitches and pervs. I never really had a best friend. Except for Eleanor. She doesn't go to this school though. I still hang out with her and we tell each other everything.
"Omg, have you heard about jake and Sarah? They were caught having sex under the bleachers." Tiffany says.
This is my basic talk between us. Gossip, gossip, gossip. Ugh.
The bell rang and I walked to my first class. Math. Just what I needed to start the day. I sat in my usual seat at the back with all the other popular girls. It felt so good to finally sit down and not walk on these ridiculous heels. Marcel was the first one here and sat in the very front. Being the nerd he is. The class continued on and I dozed off like always. Class finished and before I could walk out, the teacher called me and Marcel back. Shit.
"Emily, I have to speak to you about your grades. They are dropping very lo-"
"Yeah, okay tell me this when there's people around. This makes my goddamn day." I said irritated.
I was really grouchy whenever I had to wear these goddamn heels. Especially when it comes to my grades. I was really embarrassed.
"Listen, Emily. I'm going to get you a tutor."
"I don't need one." I spat, crossing my arms.
"According to my grade book you do. I going to have Marcel tutor you."
This is not happening!
"What?! No." I said getting up.
"I spoke to your mom about this and she will make you go to tutoring sessions. You don't have a choice, Emily. This is for the best. Marcel will tutor you everyday after school and on Sunday. You will start today."
"Come on." I mumbled.
I sat back on the desk and covered my face with my hands. This is just great.
"It's not the happiest day of my life either." Marcel says.
I haven't heard that voice in a long while.
~ FlashBack ~
"Hi, I'm Marcel." He smiles warmly at me.
"Uh, ... Hi.. I'm Emily." I smiled.
"I think you're very pretty." He blushed, looking down.
I smiled.
"What the hell are you doing with him?!" Tiffany says.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
She scoffs.
"We don't talk to losers." Tiffany pulled me away from Marcel.
She dragged me away. I looked back at him with sorrow. I felt really bad for ditching him like that. I was just being stupid I guess. You should've seen the way he looked at me. I swear he wanted to cry. Nobody was his friend. It wasn't his fault.
~ FlashBack Ended ~
I looked over at Marcel and felt a guilt wash over me. I felt so bad that I did that to him. Maybe, I should at least ease up on him. Be a little friendly. He deserves something I guess.
"Well, where are we going to go study?" I asked, playing with my nails.
"You don't have to do this. I know you don't." He says.
"Well, you are a really smart kid and I could use help on my math crap. So I want to." I smiled.
"Alright. We can go to my house after school." He says, getting up.
"Okay. Thanks, Marcel." I said, as I walked up to him and hugged him.
Mmm. He smells good.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back. I pulled away and walked out the door.
That hug was unexpected..
But I got to give to him. He is still incredibly nice to me even though I treated him like shit. And I actually enjoyed that hug. It was quite.... Heart warming.
8/5/13