"So uh...did your parents find out?" Matthew asked me as we walked outside. I nodded, not really wanting to speak about it. Matt sighed, his eyes filling with sorrow as he put an arm around me , pulling me into his side. "Did they take it well at least?"
I shrugged, happily snuggling into his warm sweater. "I mean, I guess." I mumbled, my stomach twisting uncomfortably. "My Dad took it super well...we like stayed up all night talking and literally his only worry was if I was okay. That's all he cared about."
"That's good!" He cheered softly, turning to face me when we stopped by my car. "Hey don't look so sad..." he added, placing his hands on my hips.
"I wasn't finished..." I sighed. "My Dad took it extremely well but...my Mom hasn't said a word to me since."
"It's been four days..."
"Exactly." I stated, turning my gaze into a glare. "That's my point, Matthew!" I snapped, feeling my eyes sting with tears. "She hasn't spoken to me for four days!"
"Hey..." He cooed, guilt moving into his eyes before he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "I didn't mean to hit a nerve." He whispered before kissing my forehead tenderly. "Maybe she's just in shock."
I shook my head. "Or she hates me even more."
"Don't say things like that."
I sighed, closing my eyes as I pulled out of his arms. I knew he was just trying to help, but I felt like he didn't understand. He didn't know my parents like I did. His words were comforting, but not comforting enough. I needed someone to tell me the truth, not sugar coat anything to try and make me feel better. "Okay." I said quietly. "I appreciate what you're doing but you don't know my Mom."
Matthew frowned. "I'm sorry...?" He said, the statement sounding more like a question as he reached out to grab my hands, making me roll my eyes. "I'm just trying to make you feel better."
"I'm not looking to feel better!" I snapped, pushing his hands away. Guilt crawled into me when Matt's expression saddened. I sighed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry..." I said quietly, taking a step closer to him. "I'm just really stressed out."
Matt shook his head, lifting a hand to place it on my cheek. "It's okay. I get it." he whispered, taking a deep breath before speaking. "You better get going, you'll be late."
I frowned, nodding my head. "Okay...I'll see you tomorrow?" Matthew nodded, leaning down to kiss me softly before pulling me into a hug. I relaxed in his arms, basking in the temporary peace in my head. I didn't exactly know what Matt and I were...we never really spoke about it but he loved to hold my hand and kiss me every now and then but I still didn't know where we stood.
"See you tomorrow." He whispered, pressing a final kiss to my lips before turning to walk away. I sighed, frowning as I got into my car, shaking my head. It was all confusing and frustrating. Were we dating? I don't know, maybe we should talk about it or something...even though I was kind of hoping for him to ask me out...he still hasn't and it's been four days since our heated first kiss on my doorstep. I groaned, rubbing my face before backing out of the school parking lot, driving down to Tylers house.
I glanced up from my work, awkwardly smiling at Hannah who was staring at me intensely. "Hi?" I said, cringing afterward.
"Sorry." Hannah laughed, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you are so interesting to watch!" I felt my eyes go wide at her compliment, looking away as I blushed. "Like, I don't know."
"Umm...thank you?" I chuckled, not really knowing what else to say. "You go to my school right?" I asked, really liking how comfortable I felt around her, which was rare. Normally, I would shy away from anybody and everyone...and I would've if Tyler didn't tell me to come downstairs because he needed his office.
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Tutor Me. (Troyler AU)Fanfiction
Troye, a 17 year old boy who could care less about school. He is the complete opposite from his siblings, who just graduated high school and were now studying in the country's best college. Either way, Troye didn't give two shits about his family or...