My frown deepened. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, I need y-"
"Yeah, I know what you said." I interrupted, feeling endlessly confused. She was even more intimidating up close, but I did my best not to let it show. "Why would you possibly need my help?"
Her large brown eyes watched me impassively, her eyebrows drawn together and lips twisted into her trademark scowl. "I think it's best to let Mr. Myers explain." She monotoned.
"Mr. Myers?" What did the history teacher have to do with this?
"Yeah." With that, she turned around and started walking in the direction I had come from. I stood hesitantly for a second. Was that it? Or did she expect me to follow her?
She was halfway down the hall when she whirled around, exasperated. "You coming, buttercup?"
I rushed after her, pulling my bag strap up my shoulder. "Buttercup?" I questioned when I caught up with her.
She was significantly taller than me, even without the block heels on her boots so when she turned her head to speak to me, she had to look downwards. I only came up to her shoulder, and it made me feel like a midget. "Yeah. You look like her. Short hair, tiny and cute."
I blushed wildly. "I'm not tiny." I mumbled, deciding to ignore the 'cute' part. She gave me a flat look and continued walking till we got to Mr. Myers' class. She barged in without knocking.
I walked in hesitantly after her, still confused as ever. Mr. Myers was sitting at his desk, glasses balancing on the edge of his nose. He looked exhausted.
Astrid cleared her throat. He placed the papers he was holding on his desk and looked up at us. "Ah, Natalia."
"Yes, Mr. Myers?"
"Have a seat." He gestured towards the chairs in front of him. I frowned. The more they both stalled, the more suspicious this was becoming. "I need a bit of a favor from you."
I remained silent, waiting for his to explain. He opened his mouth a few times, deciding how to word his thoughts. "Look, Astrid isn't doing so well in my class."
I stole a brief look at her to find her sitting still, staring sourly at a spot on the wall. I turned back to him and cleared my throat. "With all due respect, I don't see what that has to do with me."
He leaned forwards and laced his fingers together. "I'm quite sure you know you're one of my best students." I began to get an inkling of what this what about when he continued. "I need you to tutor her to get her grades up."
My eyes widened but I said nothing. That was all? All this fuss and secrecy for a few tutor sessions? A few seconds of silence passed. "Uh, sure. I'd be happy to."
"Thank you, Natalia. I knew you'd agree to this." He smiled, and returned to his work.
I took that as my cue to leave and stood up. It wasn't ideal. I mean, no one wanted to spend their time teaching others boring stuff when they could be doing something else, but I had a hard time saying no to teachers.
Astrid caught up to me outside. "Thanks for agreeing to this." She muttered, and I had the weirdest urge to reach up and smooth the frown line between her eyebrows. "The only way I could avoid suspension was by agreeing to be tutored."
I was silent for a while as we walked towards the cafeteria together. Lunch was almost over, but I would make the most of it anyway. "Why did you get suspended, anyway?"
Her eyes hardened. "Some piece of shit called me a dyke so I showed him what a dyke is."
I blinked a few times. "Why would he call you a dyke?" I wondered.
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Loving The Girl Next Door || GxG ✓Teen Fiction
Natalia never had any interest in boys. None at all, no matter how much her best friend pushed her to start dating around. She couldn't understand why the mere thought of kissing boys repulsed her, as much as she tried to figure it out over the year...