So once again someone submitted this on Tumblr. Thanks shh-littleliars!
There are times when your whole life changes, and I've only had three really: my brothers births and meeting Ally. I had never spoken to her until the faithful day. There were a total of thirty people in my class, counting myself, and only six were females: Brooke, Cassidy, Kira, Tilly, Trish, and Ally. I had been failing Trigonometry since the first day, and it was clear that I needed a tutor, a female tutor – a female tutor that I could flirt with. It was clear I only had one option: Ally. Cassidy, Kira, and Brooke were my exes, Tilly was crazy, and Trish was having eye sex with Dez every time they saw each other. I wrote the four words on the paper and pushed it off the edge of the desk along with my pencil, hoping she'd respond.
Will you tutor me? Thankfully it landed with the words visible without turning the paper over. "Dawson," I whisper across the aisle, not receiving an answer. "Ally," She holds up a finger as she finishes writing the problems the teacher assigned us. She looks at me when she's finished, clearly annoyed since it's the third time today I've asked her to pick my shit up. "Would you mind?" I ask pointing at the floor. She rolls her eyes, but obliges and bends over – giving me a nice view of her boobs in the process. She grabs the pencil and paper and gives them back to me as she sits up – I attempt to make it look like I wasn't staring at her rack. "Thanks."
"No problem," she mummers going back to the work. I'm pretty sure she knew I was looking at her boobs. I turn back to face the front of my row and see Dez claw mouthing a meow, and I stifle a laugh. She doesn't talk to me the rest of the class - which isn't helpful at all. When the bell rings to dismiss us to go home for the day, Dez meets me at my desk.
"Can you give me a ride?" He asks, offering me a stick of gum which I happily take.
I shake my head, "Gotta go home and get to work."
He nods disapprovingly and leaves, probably to find Trish. Ally turns to me, "Where do you work?"
"The mall."
"Would you mind giving me a ride? I have to work, too," She manages to get out slowly.
"Um, no. If you don't mind stopping at my house to pick up my uniform and Sonic for my daily Oreo Blast?" She shakes her head. "My car is at the freshman end of the building. I'll meet you there in ten?"
"Sure. What kind of car?"
"1965 Shelby Mustang."
"They had those back then?" She asks sarcastically. She knows a lot about cars, her dad owns a car dealership along with a music store in the mall – mainly for Ally – where Ally works. I nod and follow her out the room. I gather the things from my locker and head to the car, throwing my books in the backseat. I manage to start it before she comes outside with a stack of books. I wave to her after I notice she can't find me, and frankly I am towards the back of the lot. She walks down the ramp and joins me. "Where should I put them?" She asks moving the pile up and down in her arms. I walk towards the back and open the trunk, taking the pile and placing them in, "Thanks."
"No problem." I close the door and go around front, pulling out when she's ready to leave. "So do you work at the music store?"
"Yeah, my dad owns so I sort of have to."
"Do you not want to?"
"Oh, no! I love it there. I was the one who convinced him to buy it when I was like five and my mom was still around to help with it." Her mother has some job that requires her to move all around the world, last place I heard she was in Africa. "So Dad hired people to work there until I was sixteen, and here I am a year later."
"Fun stuff there."
"Yeah, buddy." I pull into the drive-thru and roll the window down.
"Do you want something?"
"Um, an M&M Blast. I'll pay." I wave my hand insisting that I'll pay, which surprisingly she doesn't fight. I pull out of the parking lot with the food in hand before either one of us begins talking again.
"So, um, when do you get off?"
"Technically, eight, but I usually leave at like ten because it's when he can pick me up."
"How do you fill the time?"
"I mean it's a music store, and I'm in choir. You do the math. It's either that or I'll read or finish the homework I didn't get finished while working."
"You do your homework on the job?" I see her nod out of the corner of my eye as I pull onto the freeway. I see her clutch the door handle slightly. "Sorry," I apologize.
"It's okay I'm a little jumpy since the wreck." She got into a wreck last year on her way back from a church thing; it killed one passenger of the van she was riding in. "Technically, I'm not suppose to, but I mean when it's not busy Dad's all for it. It's pretty much the only way to keep up the 4.0." She says.
"You have a 4.0?" She nods. "Do you need volunteer hours or something?"
"Yeah, like five more for this year. You know National Beta member child that I am."
"Would you tutor me? In Trig?"
She thinks about it for a minute, giving me enough time to pull into my usual parking space, ten minutes from work. "Sure. Do you want to come to the store after your shift. I have my book if you need it. And I can call Dad and tell him I'm studying or something."
"Sure, I'll give you a ride home." She smiles and I shut off the car. "I'll bring dinner, too. Do you want something from Mini's"
"An extra large pizza with cheese." I smile and open the trunk to let her get her books. "I'll be there at like eight." I open the door to Sonic Boom, letting her in the door.
"Thanks and okay. You should go," she insists and I happily oblige. I practically have to run to American Eagle where I work. I don't sell much tonight, and when my shifts over I happily head back to my car to get my books, and then walk to Sonic Boom where Ally is waiting at the piano. She's playing some Vanessa Carlton song that I can't remember the name of.
Making my way downtown, walking fast And I need you If I could fall into the sky
Faces pass and I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead, just making my way
Making my way down through the crowd...
And I miss you
And now I wonder
Do you think time would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you
Tonight
"Sorry had to lock up. You can go put your books up there," she points at the second story's only door. "And thanks for the pizza," she adds when she sees the tiny to go box on top of the books. I hand it to her and she happily takes it, almost finishing it down in under five seconds. "It was busy today," she adds when she finishes.
"I figured," I say heading up the stairs. She follows a few minutes later with her piles of books.
"So what don't you get?"
"All of it. It's one of those where I'm probably gonna be here every night I can be." She chuckles and says it's okay, and then she starts at the beginning helping me with everything I need to know. When I take her home I buy her some McDonald's since it's clear she still isn't full.
"So thanks for tonight," I add, walking up the steps to her house.
"It's no big deal. So you're coming by tomorrow right."
"More like today." I say, showing her time on my phone.
"Whatever," she jokes. "Goodnight."
"Night." I say, waiting until she goes into the house before going back to my car and racing away in the night, trying to make it home in under thirty minutes when my curfew expires.
I'm really liking this story so be sure to review for the next chapter. It'll be posted after five reviews.
-Maddie