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Chapter I
For the time being, Kelly and I did what was to be done. She tutored me in Trigonometry and in French. I told my friends fibs about how my mother pushed me into the whole thing because she wants me to graduate. I know, it's bad to tell a lie, but I'll learn that in time, though my friends weren't the one who taught me how to be true to myself and true to others. Classes on Monday were so boring especially if the first subject that you had to take was History. Mrs. Trachtenberg, an old widowed lady, with fierce red hair, and bright red lipstick was talking about the fourteenth congress. She could really lull anyone to sleep. You see, she talks funny—she had big voice and equally bigger mouth. And she talks very slow, the kind of energy that any kid in high school would love, right?
Anyway, after three boring hours, I got to spend time with my friends (Dean Andrews, Eric Piss, Tiffany Hotchkiss, and Macy Jude.) like me, my friends think that one Kelly Blank was enough. Well, at least for us in the high school is. But every adult loves her and thinks the world would be better if there were many people like her but me and my friends think of the otherwise. We were joking around when Kelly (Wearing her usual white sweater, floral dress that goes all the way to her ankles, her hair pulled into a tight pony tail, and still a smile spreading across her face.)
"Well, if it isn't the Virgin Mary." Macy said with a laugh, eyeing Kelly. I looked at her then to Kelly. Kelly just smiled and cleared her throat. Kelly ignored Macy's comment and turned to me. I prayed that she won't tell that I asked her to tutor me because it was one thing to be seen with her, and it was another thing to be with her Mondays through Fridays. What would my friends say?
"Hey Evan, so are you still up for tutoring later?" She asked me. I didn't answer. "I talked to your mom already."
Shit.
"She said that I can tutor you in your house, if it's okay with you? Why hadn't you told her by the way?"
I shrugged. "Because, you're just imagining spending some time with me, that's why you're making this all up, you social climber." I told her. I felt bad immediately, I know that she didn't deserve that but my friends laughed which means I'm off the hook. Kelly looked hurt and I couldn't blame her.
"Okay, I'll pray for you." She said before walking away.
"Damn, that girl can't take a hint." Eric said. I smiled.
"Yeah, I know." It's a good thing that my friends didn't notice how flat my voice was. I wanted to apologize but my friends invited me to eat at Pizza Hut. My social life is more important rather than apologizing to Kelly, right?
That very next day, Kelly didn't come to school. I was worried that it was my fault that she hadn't. After school, I went to her house. As I knocked, I could see the shadows playing from the curtains. Kelly opened the door, but when she saw me the smile on her face turned into a frown.
"Hi," I said. "You don't seem to be in a very good mood." I began. She didn't glare, her expression neutral.
"You don't miss a thing?" She asked.
"I was hoping that you could tutor me." I said simply.
"But not so anybody knows, right?" She asked me.
"Well, I just thought that we could surprise everybody in how good I'm getting." I smiled awkwardly. She smiled as well, and for a second there I thought she was going to forgive me. But I was very wrong.
"Like we could be secret friends?" She smiled widely.
I smiled again. "Exactly, it's like you're reading my mind."
Kelly's expression changed. She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you could read mine." She turned away.
"Look, Kelly I can't just be your friend." I told her out of desperation.
"Look, Evan, I thought I saw something good in you, but I was very wrong." She said before closing the door. Those curveballs she sometimes throws can make a swat in the good old ego.
That night, I was eating my dinner, chicken cordon bleu with rice and asparagus. "Evan, your father and I talked today. And he wanted to visit you for your birthday." I looked at my mother, my eyes squints at her. "Mom, I don't want to see him, he—he left us remember?" I reminded my mom. She pressed her lips tightly.
"You need to learn to forgive him too. Because I already have," My mother said.
"Whatever." I said.
Yeah, I've never mentioned that, my father left me and my mother when I was six for his mistress. A five years younger than him woman, sexy, younger than my mom, and more attractive, but she dresses like a stripper. I heard my mother cry every night because of him. And I promised myself that I will never, ever be like that. And that if I found the woman that I'll want to spend that rest of my life with, that I'll always love her and that I will never hurt her.
It was a Sunday, and church was just over. I removed my neck tie. My mother was talking to one of her friends. And I was walking back to my car when I saw Kelly with a little girl.
"What the hell?" I muttered to myself. I walked toward the, Kelly noticed me and the smile on her face faded. I gave her a nervous smile. "Is something wrong?" I asked.
"This little girl is lost." Kelly said. "Can you help me find her mom?" She asked me. I didn't answer. Kelly noticed my trepidation and she seemed disappointed with me—again.
"It's okay if you don't want to do it." She told me. I shook my head. "No. I'll help you." I blurted out before I could stop my big mouth, because, now, instead of slacking off, I'd have to spend some time with her—great.
As I was driving Kelly back home—yes we found the little girls' mother, she was quiet and seemed contented and happy that I'd voluntarily helped her out. A smile was playing across her features and this time it crossed my mind that she can be cute—though I waved that Idea off as immediately as it came. She looked at me, her blue eyes were so gleaming. "Thank you for doing what you did Evan," She told me. "God will bless you, I know it." She said.
With her it's always all about God. No matter whom she talked to or what topic was being discussed, God is always in the conversation. I casually nodded. "Oh, I know," I said sarcastically. She didn't seem to notice so it's good. "Evan," She looked at me again. "Do you ever think about your faith?"
"No." I said simply.
"But without faith, how can you live? I mean, without suffering there will be no compassion." She said.
"Well, tell that to those who suffer." I told her. She just shook her head and just went back to her silence. She asked me if I could walk her home, though we were already in her walk way, I thought right then that she wanted me to kiss her. Though I knew that she's never had a boyfriend before, but since we're already there, I didn't have the heart to turn her down.
As we approached the porch, Kelly turned to look at me. "Thank you again, Evan." She said. "No problem," I replied dejectedly. "I'll always pray for you." She said. This time, I really felt like I wanted to kiss her, but she turned away and walked up her porch. I sighed and went toward my car when I heard her again.
"Thanks for driving me home Evan,"
End of Chapter
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