Chapter 3 - A Tutoring Session

Fulton walked into Guy and Adam's room. Two weeks into school and he was already relying on Adam for help.

Some guys gave him creepy looks. Fulton just felt like he'd fallen into a stereotype and he wasn't going to get out. Fulton wondered if they thought hell was freezing over at that point, as he was off to do homework.

Fulton was glad that he had decided to get this help. Two weeks and already with Adam's help he was beginning to understand the material better. In Fulton's eyes Adam was always there yet he always seemed to be preoccupied like he had something much more important on his mind.

Fulton decided that he was going to ask Adam tonight about what was been on his mind lately. It been a couple weeks and it's starting to get weird. Ah, here he was at Guy and Adam's room.

He knocked and Guy stuck his head out the door to see what is going on. Guy left as Fulton went in. Adam was lying on his bed. He looked like he hadn't moved from that position in awhile. Fulton thought he looked like one of those pale-faced zombies from the movies.

After Fulton closed the door Adam got up and walked over to his desk where his books were. Adam sat in the desk chair while Fulton sat on Adam's bed. Adam worked his way across the carpet in the rolling chair very awkwardly. It was a sight for Fulton to see Adam dragging himself mostly with his heels across his room.

Adam got there. He took a big breath, let it out, and said, "Any questions?"

Fulton just burst out laughing. Then Adam starts to laugh. They both went into hysterics for a few minutes pretty much for no reason at all.

After they calmed down Fulton said, "Actually I do have a few questions."

Adam leaned towards him looking at Fulton's different books. Then Fulton continued, "The first question has nothing to do with school at all. What has been up with you the last couple of weeks? Don't give me that innocent look. I can tell something big is on your mind. What is it?"

Adam just stared at Fulton. He turned red and remained speechless. He slowly began to talk. The words came out of his mouth quietly with a restrained tone.

Adam said, "Well…there is this girl."

"I should have guessed. Who is she?"

"That's the main problem. I don't know who she is. All I know is that she's in our English class, likes to play basketball, and hotter than the sun."

Fulton's eyes just lit up. He said, "I think I know who you're talking about."

"She did say hi to you when we were having pizza the first day of school."

"You've been hung up on her since then!"

Adam nodded.

"Want me to tell you about her?"

Adam nodded then shook his head just as quickly. Fulton looked confused so Adam said, "Let's do your homework. Then we'll talk about her."

Adam proofread Fulton's English paper that was due the next day. Fulton worked on his geometry homework. He was getting how to use the quadratic formula. He still had biology homework to get through yet.

Fulton was glad that he was getting this help from Adam. The sessions had only started two weeks ago. Fulton could feel himself understanding more already. He was almost glad that Coach Orion put the B- average in place for the team. That standard made Fulton's work better. Before Eden Hall Fulton only needed a D- to stay eligible now he needed two full grades better. Adam was helping Fulton apply himself.

After they finished the biology homework the two teens put the book away to talk about Adam's mystery girl.

Adam asked, "What do you know about her?"

Fulton asked, "What do you want to know about her?"

Adam said, "Everything."

Fulton said, "Okay, I'll tell you everything I know. I've only talked to her a few times. Her name is Allison Young, but everyone except teachers call her Tiny. She's sixteen too. Tiny's the one who drives the white Beretta around here. Umm… Let me think here… She's big time into rock music. She plays guitar, percussion, and sings really good. She came to Eden Hall on a basketball scholarship. Umm…I don't know what else to tell you."

Adam thought a little about what Fulton had just told him. Finally the girl had a name to go along with that beautiful face.

Adam asked, "Does she have a boyfriend?"

Fulton shook his head.

"Do you think she'd like me?"

Fulton just shrugged his shoulders. How could he be sure that this new rocker chick would want to take on this preppy rich boy?