Realized I was passing through
From the moment I saw you
I was hypnotized
Couldn't wait to get you alone
So I could walk with you
So I could talk with you, oh

My eyes fluttered open to behold the warm, soft sunlight draped across my small bedroom. A smile crept onto my face. Today was my first day of tutoring Cam Fischer. I glanced over to my alarm clock; it was 6:30am. I couldn't help but think what a good day it was. Today was a special day and every nerve in my body agreed.

I had set my alarm earlier than usual just to make sure I had enough time to straighten my normally wavy hair, and pick out a worth outfit. I wanted to look as good as I could on the outside because on the inside, I was an absolute mess. I padded down the hall in my SpongeBob Square Pants slippers to get to the washroom I had to share with Todd. Luckily, Todd never, ever, got up before 7:30 so I had the bathroom all to my self. I slipped into the warm shower and let the warm water engulf me. Hot showers were one of life's beautiful things. They instantly calmed you down even when your nerves were in a bundle like mine.

Half an hour later I was ready to go. Dylan had come over yesterday to help me pick out an outfit that a) I would actually wear and b) that I looked good in. It had taken a while but we had eventually decided on my favorite pair of skinny jeans and a plaid shirt from H&M. Dylan had tried to force me into a pair or Kitten heels but I had put my foot down. Heels weren't my thing. I was more of a chucks kind of girl.

I grabbed my Messenger bag from behind my door and flew down the stairs. My mom was in the kitchen already with her morning cup of coffee. She looked up from the crossword to give me a reassuring smile.

"Honey calm down. He's just a boy."

It's funny how parents can always tell what you're thinking. Kind of creepy but funny.

"Mom, I'm calm." I pulled apple from the bowl on the counter and rubbed it against my shirt. "What do I do? He's just so gorgeous?"

"All you can do is be yourself hun." She said sympathetically, like she understood. How clichéd. She meant well, I'll give her that.

I rolled my eyes and opened the pantry door to grab pop tart for Massie. Her mom was a health freak so she never bought anything sugary for her children. Pop tarts were all Massie would eat whenever she came over to my house though.

"Bye mom. See you after school." Before she could say anything else I ran out the front door and over to my baby. My pickup truck had been my 16th birthday present. I couldn't afford a Mercedes or Ferrari like everyone else at my school but it was my car. I loved it more then anything. And I was the only one with a car out of Dylan and Massie so I was there designated driver in the morning.

I hopped in threw my bag onto the floor in the back. I revved the car up and began pulling out of my driveway. I was so excited about today that I almost ran over Derrick's mailbox. Luckily I swerved just before but it was close.

I pulled up in the parking lot of the school, feeling the familiar feeling that everyone was laughing at my car. I shook it off when I saw Massie and Josh sitting underneath our Oak tree. I pulled the keys out and threw them into my bag. I got out if my car and I could see Alicia and her "posse" pointing to me and laughing. Kristen, who was 3rd in command was imitating someone chopping wood and being a hillbilly. They were talking bout my shirt. What complete bitches. If I wasn't so scared of them I probably would have marched over to them and punched them in their fake noses but I decided against it. Instead I stalked over to Massie an Josh, violently throwing the pop-tart at Massies head.

"Nice to see you to." Massie said as she ripped open the pop-tart, Josh rubbing her head in the spot where the pop-tart, throwing me dirty looks.

"Sorry." I muttered. "Alicia and her posse where pissing me off. Kristen, the stupidest person alive, was imitating a lumberjack when they saw my shirt."

Massie giggled but stopped when she saw my expression. "What it was funny. But I do like that shirt. I might have to steal it from you."

"Claire take a chill pill. It's Alicia we're talking about. Remember when I wore that pink shirt? She tried to set me up with half of the gay community at our school. I wouldn't make a big deal about it." Josh said stealing Massies pop-tart and sticking it in his mouth.

Oh here we go. It was like this every morning. Josh would steal Massie's pop-tart and then they would fake fight, and then they would end up making out. I don't think I'm in the mood for it this morning.

"I'm out of here guys. See you at lunch." I stood up and wiped the grass off of my butt before walking towards the school. I pushed the heavy metal door open and slipped in and shutting it, ignoring the protest of the guy behind me.

I took a deep breath and walked up the stairwell to my locker on the second floor. Taking the metal lock in my hand, I murmured to myself the familiar combination, "7-33-7". I opened my hideous green locker and took out the books I needed for the next 2 periods. I hated that my locker was in the middle of nowhere. At my Westchester High school, they don't allow you to pick where your locker is, something to do with making new friends. Whatever it was it wasn't working. Luckily they were nice enough to put me beside Derrick. Who was leaning against his locker listening to his Ipod. He turned off his iPod and slipped it into his pocket before turning his attention to me.

"What's up homie G?"

"Nothing homeskillet." I unlocked my locker and placed my books inside and kept what I needed. Derrick did the same and smiled when we both shut it at the same time.

"What's your first subject?" he asked for the third time today.

"English," I said for the third time in a row.

"Oh yeah. I hate that we don't have any classes together. So what are doing after school? Are we hanging out at your house tonight?" he said and I smiled at him.

"Have you not been listening to me this entire week? I have tutoring with Cam tonight." I said as we started to walk slowly towards my first class. Luckily, his classroom was just across mine and he didn't have to walk a great distance to get to his class.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget?" he said with a tinge of jealousy in his voice. His eyebrows merged at a point and I laughed at his reaction.

"I'm so excited!" I exclaimed and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, I'll see you later then," he said and I went in to my class room and he went in to his.

As I went in, I looked at the chaotic class and caught some people staring me down as if I did something wrong. I sat at the only empty table at the back and set down my things. The same spot I had sat at for the past 3 months, waiting for Josh to come. I sighed to myself and grabbed my notebook and a green gel-pen and started doodling on the back page as I waited for the teacher to come.

"That seems like fun," a familiar voice said. I looked up and looked to my left just to see Josh sitting on the table right beside mine.

"Hey Josh."

"Hey. So you excited about tonight?" He asked as he pulled out his binder and sat it down on the desk. "Can I borrow a pen. And no not one of your girly gel-pens."

"How about a manly Hello Kitty pencil?" I giggled as I saw his face turn into a grimace.

"I'll stick with the gel-pen." I threw him a hot pink gel-pen and he held it gingerly like it was a piece of snot.

"Settle down class," Mrs. Sergenty stated coming in the room to start the class.

Mrs. Sergenty started saying stuff about English but I don't really pay that much attention to what she was saying. I had practically memorized the book we were going to be reading anyways. It was my absolute favorite book, Wuthering Heights, so I kept doodling away. When I was bored and I didn't know what else to draw anymore, I started to play a game of tick tack toe with Josh. He beat me every time.

"Really Josh? Really? Can't you let me win just once." I whined softly so that the teacher wouldn't hear.

"Nope." He said popping the P. "'Sides, we have to stop. I actually have to get a good mark in this class or else I get kicked off the team."

I stuck my tongue out at him. He made a face before turning around and copying the notes off the board. I pulled my silver iPod classic out of my pocket and began scrolling through my songs before I got to mine and Derricks new favorite song, Viva La Gloria by Green Day.

Gloria, Viva La Gloria
you blast your name
in graffiti on the walls
falling through broken glass that's
slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd

After what felt like 5 hours later but what was really only an hour, the bell rang. I removed my iPod headphones out of my ear, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door, waving to Josh. Songs lingering in my head, which I hummed to on the way to my next class. That was one hell of a long class. With just my luck, the rest of the day will go by in snail pace.

This chapter is kind of a filler because I'm at a lose on how to write the tutoring part. I have almost all of the other chapters except that one!

I really hope this chapter is allright! I hope you like it!

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Clhoepa