In hours, days, months, and years to come, I would not know what posessed me to say yes to tutor Ryan Calving.
Maybe it was the way he was staring at me, those eyes glaring right into mine, impossible to look away. Maybe it was the way a girl with red hair was looking at us, raising her eyebrows, whispering to her brunette friend. I don't know what it was.
But I do know I had сказал(-а) yes.
The минута that single word left my mouth, I regretted it. Even when Ryan smiled at me, and started Письмо in his notebook.
But it didn't matter now. I was Ryan Calving's tutor. Fantastic.
I could have just сказал(-а) no. That I was simpily too busy-even though that was certainly a lie, as I really had no life. But I knew me. I could barely have a conversation with Ryan, without feeling nervous and akward, and like a complete fool. So, telling him no to his offer was pretty much out of the Вопрос for me.
We had agreed that he would come over by my house at 4:00, and as I got him, I could only stay in my room, distracting myself with homework. And when I was done with that, he was still on my mind.
I had just sat at my bed, looking around my room a thousand times, until finally, I heard the doorbell rang from downstairs. In a flash, I left my room, ran down the stairs-almost tripping, mind you-and "accdentily" pushing my brother Matt out of the way, opening the door to see Ryan standing there, wearing the same clothes he had been wearing at school.
"Hey Elle." He said, smiling brightly. "Can I come in?"
For a second, I could only stare at him. A few days ago, he didn't even know my name. Now, he was at my front door, smiling, asking if he could come in. Time goes by faster than I realized.
Finally, coming back to my senses(if I had any at all), I said:
"Sure, come on in."
* * *
"...so, it had 15 percent solution of accid. Do Ты get it now.?"
"Um...no?"
It took all my effort, not to just groan out loud, as I sighed deeply. Now, I did not just regret saying yes to turoring Ryan because I got nervous around him. It was also because he did not get the subject at all, no matter how many times I tried to explain it to him.
Through the whole lessson, he looked confused, like a Остаться в живых puppy. I had explained the concept of the lesson about three times. He still was having trouble. By the end of the lesson, I just wanted to go under my covers, with my teddy медведь Lilly, and cry like a baby.
Before I could open my mouth, and explain it-again-Ryan looked at his watch. His expression changed to confused to curious to shock in a matter of seconds.
"Hey Elle, He said, ratehr nervously. "I gotta go-family stuff." He yanked his bag of the floor, putting it around his broad shoulders. "So, can I meet Ты tommorrow."
I considered lying of course. That I had plans. That I couldn't tutor him. Then I looked into his eyes.
The happiness, that had seemed to always fill them, was now replaced with what looked like worry. Fear.
Family stuff. That's what he had said. Now, I was beginning to wonder if that was all there was to it.
"Yes." I сказал(-а) quietly, not trusting my own voice. "Tomorrow it is."
AN: Don't really like this chapter much. Seemed kind of pointless. But I posting everything I wrote in this story, and people want me to continue. Hope Ты enjoyed :)
Maybe it was the way he was staring at me, those eyes glaring right into mine, impossible to look away. Maybe it was the way a girl with red hair was looking at us, raising her eyebrows, whispering to her brunette friend. I don't know what it was.
But I do know I had сказал(-а) yes.
The минута that single word left my mouth, I regretted it. Even when Ryan smiled at me, and started Письмо in his notebook.
But it didn't matter now. I was Ryan Calving's tutor. Fantastic.
I could have just сказал(-а) no. That I was simpily too busy-even though that was certainly a lie, as I really had no life. But I knew me. I could barely have a conversation with Ryan, without feeling nervous and akward, and like a complete fool. So, telling him no to his offer was pretty much out of the Вопрос for me.
We had agreed that he would come over by my house at 4:00, and as I got him, I could only stay in my room, distracting myself with homework. And when I was done with that, he was still on my mind.
I had just sat at my bed, looking around my room a thousand times, until finally, I heard the doorbell rang from downstairs. In a flash, I left my room, ran down the stairs-almost tripping, mind you-and "accdentily" pushing my brother Matt out of the way, opening the door to see Ryan standing there, wearing the same clothes he had been wearing at school.
"Hey Elle." He said, smiling brightly. "Can I come in?"
For a second, I could only stare at him. A few days ago, he didn't even know my name. Now, he was at my front door, smiling, asking if he could come in. Time goes by faster than I realized.
Finally, coming back to my senses(if I had any at all), I said:
"Sure, come on in."
* * *
"...so, it had 15 percent solution of accid. Do Ты get it now.?"
"Um...no?"
It took all my effort, not to just groan out loud, as I sighed deeply. Now, I did not just regret saying yes to turoring Ryan because I got nervous around him. It was also because he did not get the subject at all, no matter how many times I tried to explain it to him.
Through the whole lessson, he looked confused, like a Остаться в живых puppy. I had explained the concept of the lesson about three times. He still was having trouble. By the end of the lesson, I just wanted to go under my covers, with my teddy медведь Lilly, and cry like a baby.
Before I could open my mouth, and explain it-again-Ryan looked at his watch. His expression changed to confused to curious to shock in a matter of seconds.
"Hey Elle, He said, ratehr nervously. "I gotta go-family stuff." He yanked his bag of the floor, putting it around his broad shoulders. "So, can I meet Ты tommorrow."
I considered lying of course. That I had plans. That I couldn't tutor him. Then I looked into his eyes.
The happiness, that had seemed to always fill them, was now replaced with what looked like worry. Fear.
Family stuff. That's what he had said. Now, I was beginning to wonder if that was all there was to it.
"Yes." I сказал(-а) quietly, not trusting my own voice. "Tomorrow it is."
AN: Don't really like this chapter much. Seemed kind of pointless. But I posting everything I wrote in this story, and people want me to continue. Hope Ты enjoyed :)
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. или a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. Ты were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's или undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But Ты bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. Ты wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.