Chapter 2

Wesley

I walked into the locker room to change for my first period P.E. class. I got to my locker and pulled my shirt off. When a group of guys burst through the door. They were laughing loudly and high-fiving each other.

"So, are you gonna try and get some?" I heard one of them ask someone. I couldn't see who he was talking to.

"Dude, I'm not just gonna try if you know what I mean….." Bryson Lawrence. I hate that guy. He is such a tool. It was now obvious what he was talking about. "I'm going over there tonight. After her little brother and sister go to sleep, I'm gonna turn on the charm. She'll be begging for it by the time it's all said and done."

What a pig. Look, I am the last guy to go preaching abstinence but only real jerk's talk about hooking up with their girlfriend. I am not some innocent little boy but you won't hear me talking about my late night hook ups with the guys. Poor girl. Her business is going to be spread all over school by the end of all of this. Oh well, maybe it will teach her not to get involved with tool's like Bryson. I slam my locker door shut after I finish changing, hoping that they will realize I am in here and quit talking about doing his girlfriend. No such luck.

"Have you even gotten any since her parent's died?" Someone else asked.

"Man, I get it whenever I want it." He was lying. Anyone who talks like that is obviously overcompensating for something. "I think it helps her with her parent's death, you know, gets her mind off of things." At this, I can't help but snort. They notice. "You got something to say?"

"Nope." I say trying to avoid a fight. I would win but I am not in the mood to get called to the principal's office. I have fought more fight's than I can count and I have won the majority of them. He wouldn't stand a chance but there is no point in showing him that right now. "Sorry, I just couldn't help but over hear your conversation."

"Well, nobody asked for your comments."

"Ok, someone is getting really defensive. I didn't mean to start anything, bro. I was just changing clothes." I tried to walk towards the door, but he stepped in front of me. Oh, wow….. tough guy, huh? Maybe I should take him down a few pegs. We were about the same height. I'm definitely more built than him, though. He would definitely lose. "You don't want to do this here, bro."

"And, why not?" He said kind of stepping back a little.

"Because I don't want to have to be the one to put you in your place and embarrass you in front of all of your friends." With that I pushed past him and walked out the door to the football field and start stretching. I wasn't much of a football player but I was one of the star baseball players. But I think I might actually enjoy the football game we play today, considering I could kill someone right now because I am so mad. If I wasn't so scared of the wrath of my mom I might have put him in his place. After, everything that I had put her through over the past few months, I couldn't do that to her.

After P.E. the day went by pretty fast until I got to Spanish. I sat down and opened my books. I hate Spanish it is by far my worst subject and obviously I wasn't the only one who noticed because my teacher walked over and sat in front of me. "Wesley, you are failing my class."

"Ok. Why do you care?" I was so not in the mood to hear her lecture me. When I get pissy my smart-elec side shows, big-time.

"Because I want you to graduate, Wesley. I have arranged for you to be tutored. Tomorrow after school. I already talked to your mom so, there is no getting out of it."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I am not. Cheyenne Williams will be your new tutor. She needs the community service and she has an 'A' in this class; you need to be tutored and she offered. It's all set and there is no getting out of it. I will see you tomorrow after school."

This was so not fair. So what if I fail and don't graduate. Worst things could happen. Correction….. worst things have happened to me. Who is she to tell me what I have to do. I don't like being told what I have to do. I don't need to be tutored like I'm some idiot who doesn't know his right from his left. This is not happening to me.

During Spanish Class a girl walks in and my jaw nearly drops. She was so beautiful. She was about 5'4 with long black hair, pale skin, and the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. She wasn't the skinniest but she wasn't fat either. She pulled off being thick. She was walking straight towards my desk. She was standing right in front of me, looking right at me.

"Are you umm….." She pulled out a piece of paper and read it out loud. "Wesley Montgomery?"

"Yes, and you are?" I don't care who she is, I want her.

"Cheyenne Williams. I'm your new tutor. Mrs. Jackson thought it would be good for me to come introduce myself to you before tomorrow." She sits down in the desk in front of mine, turns and looks at me. "So, Wesley, where do you want to meet tomorrow?"

"You can call me Wes. Anywhere is fine with me. Where do you want to meet?" I say with as much charm as I can. I give her a smile that most of the girls that hang around my group would kill to be on the receiving end of. Not to be conceited but I have a good reputation with the ladies. Except this one. She just looks at me then looks away, and says "I don't care. Just let me know."

"How about your place?"

"No. That won't work. What about the diner down the street?" She says quickly.

"Works for me. Around four?"

"Sounds great. See you then." She gets up and walks away. She walks straight out the door and down the hall. Wow. She didn't even flinch when I flashed my killer smile at her. She just looked away like her mind was somewhere else. Then she just got up and left. Who is this girl? How had I never noticed her before. All I know is that my head is spinning from just being around her. Suddenly tutoring didn't sound so bad after all…