I entered the classroom, where I stopped when I saw Erling sitting at our table.
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I took a deep breath, when I saw him. But I regret it, immediately because of the sharp pain, I felt in my stomach. I tried not to let on that the pain was almost killing me. Instead, I kept a low gaze and walked to my table and sat down.
I felt Erling's eyes on me. "Hey." He said. I didn't turn my face to him, rather I got my stuff out of my bag. "Hey." I mumbled back. I couldn't look at him. My body hurt, just as much as my heart did. Looking at him, would only cause me to wanting to cry and be comforted. He had that kind of affect. Especially after Friday I felt like he was Someone I felt safe around. Safer than at home. I bet you could feel safe and well taken care of in his arms. "Good morning, class." Our teacher entered the classroom and interrupted the classes conversations.
I was relived. I was worried Erling tried to talk to me more. Not that I didn't want that, but I was just too scared to get too attached.
When class was finished, I gathered my things and put them in my bag. I wanted to walk out off the classroom, when a voice stopped me. "Roselyn, could you wait a minute?" My teacher asked, while most students already had walked out. I swallowed before nodding. Private talks with teachers were never a good sign. I walked to his desk while we waited for everyone else to leave. From the corner of my eye, I could see Erling walking by while glancing at us, before leaving the classroom.
Once everyone left and the door was shut, he began speaking. "I noticed that your performance in Spanish is not as good as it should be."
I felt a stab in my heart. Now my grades were getting bad, too. "Your last test was a D-." He continued. If I returned home with a grade like that, I wouldn't survive it. "Maybe you should ask a classmate to tutor you. For example Ryan, Stephan, or Erling. All of them did really great on the test, and I'm sure it would help you a lot if one of them tutors you."
Never. I could never be in a room alone with a guy. Never. But, that was my only choice, wasn't it? He didn't mention any girls. So it's got to be one of those boys. The answer to whom I'd pick was easy.
"O-okay. I'll ask someone."
"Great." He smiled. "I'll see you after the break."
I nodded slowly and walked out of the classroom. When I closed the door behind me, I sighed. My eyes filled with tears. I had so much on my mind already. Now having to worry about grades, too, was too much. I couldn't handle all of this. Why, me? Why was it always me?
