A/N: Yes, it's been a while. I'm just going to except that I can't update as much as I would like. Anyhoo, read on.
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Melinda walked out of her English class after the surprise pop quiz her teacher had sprung on them the very moment they sat do in class. She knew she had gotten a D, if she was lucky. She had reached her locker and had spun it around to her combination, but when she lifted it, it wouldn't open. Throwing her book on the floor, she entered a tug of war with her locker door. It finally swung open, spilling all her books and notebooks onto the floor. Melinda just closed her eyes and took a few breaths in.
"How about that pop quiz?" A familiar voice asked her. Melinda opened her eyes to see the boy from her English class, the one she had the crush on, with all her books in his hands.
"Umm… wow, uh, thanks." Melinda stammered out, taking the books off his hands and back into her locker.
"No problem." Melinda couldn't think of anything to say. Her brain had abandon her and her glands were too busy going into overload. "Well, I have to do something after school so I'll see you tomorrow." He gave her a quick smile and walked away. His smile killed her. She wished she could freeze him like that forever. As soon as he was out of sight, Melinda began to lightly banged her head against her locker.
"Hey, I know that looks like fun, but could you refrain from doing that; people are beginning to stare." Paris said, standing right next to Melinda. Melinda pulled her from out of her locker and shut it close.
"Let's go…" Melinda sighed, heading out to the parking lot. Melinda and Paris hopped into the car, and Melinda sped out of the parking lot at a lot faster speed than usual.
"Bad day?" Paris asked, noticing Melinda expression.
"As if the pop quiz wasn't bad enough, and then my stupid locker which wouldn't open, and the guy, his name is Brian by the way, and I mean the guy comes up and saids 'hi', and what do I do?!? I act like a total ditz, a klutz, a nerd! You just have no idea how unfair life is. I-I-I just don't understand why life can't show a little compassion to me." Melinda rambled on. Paris mumbled that she was sorry she had asked and turned on her cell phone to play some games. Then those annoying beeps signaling that she had messages beeped. She typed in her password and listened to the mechanic voice of the machine.
"You have… one New message."
"Paris," Phoebe voice rang in, "I just wanted to call and tell you to stay home after school because your French tutor is suppose to show up. Oh, there are cookies on the counter for you and Melinda. Au revoir" Paris deleted the message and sighed.
"They've already got me a tutor…"
"Yeah, well, it's better to get help now instead of stammering in front on the ONE guy you liked, blowing your chances are forever HAPPINESS, and you won't…" Melinda rambled on until Paris interrupted her again.
"You know what? Maybe we should just listen to the radio instead." Paris quickly turned on the radio and blasted the music to block out anything else Melinda was trying to say.
Melinda and Paris entered the manor, dropping their books and bags on the floor. Paris had gone straight to the kitchen to hunt for the cookies while Melinda checked the messages on the machine. Paige voice boomed through the speaker.
"Hey, Melinda… When you get home, can you bring me something for lunch by four? I got swamped at work and missed my lunch break. Thanks, Bye!" Melinda sighed and went upstairs to change. She was ready to leave within the next ten minutes when the doorbell rang."
"Melinda, can you get that?"
"I got to go!" Melinda yelled to Paris, running down the stairs.
"Just answer and then you can go!" Melinda groaned in frustration and answered the door. Standing there, was the boy from her English class, the one she couldn't stop thinking about since he said Hi at her locker. She just stood there, starring at him. He had a confused expression on his face, starring back.
"Umm… I think I might have the wrong address… I'm looking for Paris Turner…" He said, finally breaking the ice.
"Oh, oh! No, you don't. She's here. W-why would be looking for her?" Melinda had taken a few seconds to respond.
"Je parle français. I speak French; I'm suppose to tutor her." That took Melinda by surprise, as she stood there taking it all in. The boy she liked was going to be in her house, eating her cookies, drinking her water, sitting on her couch…
"Melinda!" Paris yelled, Melinda suddenly being snapped out from her thoughts. "Who's at the door?"
"Brian, your tutor, is here!" Melinda yelled back, "And I got to go!" She smiled and excused herself, walking to her car. Melinda came to the door right as Melinda pulled off.
"Geez… can't wait to leave could she?" She said, letting him in.
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A/N: This would've been longer except I'm leaving on vacation for a week, and well, I'm leaving in an hour. Enjoy the season!!