After being in the room with her for ten minutes, I'm starting to wonder if there's been a drop in temperature, or if it's just this girl personality. I can't figure out how something so beautiful on the outside, can be so nasty on the inside. I can't take this anymore, I've gotta say something. She's driving me crazy.
"So what's your problem anyway?" I query tossing my spiral notebook in some random direction.
"What makes you think I have a problem?" She grumbles staring at the Orlando Bloom poster she has taped to the ceiling above her bed.
"Well if you don't have a problem, then you're just a miserable bitch." I declare and she jerks upright into a sitting position.
"What makes you think I want to talk to you about it?"
"Well, not to sound like an asshole, but you don't seem to have tons of friends here TJ and with your attitude, I doubt the number will be growing."
"Fine." She throws her hands up in a defeated manner "You wanna know what's bothering me, fine. I won't get to play football this year, after all the begging the dean did to get me here, I find out at tryouts today that I'm ineligible."
"Why?" I yawn, this conversation is already getting old
"Apparently to play sports here at Eden Hall, you have to have a certain amount of academic credits. You're given until junior year to acquire at least one foreign language point, unfortunately at Blake you don't have to take a second language to play." Tricia laments
"So can't you take a class this year?"
"Sort of, I talked coach McKenna into letting join the team and going to practice at least until the season starts. I've gotta find a tutor to work with me for a few weeks and the day before our first game the coach will give me an equivalency test, if I pass I can play."
"So what's your problem?"
"The tutoring program hasn't started up yet for the year, so I have to find someone who'll be willing to help me on their own time, without getting credit for it. And Mrs. Taylor won't even tell me who any of the tutors are."
I'm too decent of a guy, that's it the results are in, or maybe I'm just a sucker for a nice pair of boobs, either way, I think I just find the way to make TJ be civil to me at any rate.
"Take Spanish and I'll tutor you." I volunteer
"On what conditions?" See now she's about as suspicious as she is beautiful and rude.
"There aren't any." I answer
"There's always strings attached Luis, so why don't you just admit there's something you want in return." Tricia-Jean mutters
"Okay, how about this, I help you out and you make an effort to be more pleasant to me."
I know you all must be wondering why in the world I'd offer to help her after the way she's treated me. Well other then the obvious that she's gorgeous, it's mostly because I love a challenge. Not only that but I've been raised to think that no one is all bad. I know there must be something good inside her, somewhere.
"See, I knew there was a catch."
"What catch? All I'm asking is for a little respect, I think it's a fair trade." I declare
"Fair! How can you call that fair? All you've got to do is give up a few measly hours of free time a week, you expect me to give up what I believe in." She retorts
"You believe in judging people by the color of their skin, or the language they speak?" I trap her. If she says yes she admits to being a bigot, if she says no there's no reason why she can't make an effort.
"Yes, no. Oh why do you have to be so difficult. Look Mendoza my family is very clear on the things they expect of me and not palling around with people like you is one of them. If my father found out I had you in my room right now, I don't know what he'd do, but it wouldn't be good."
"So do you always do what your family expects?" By now I'm just trying to get under her skin.
"No." TJ mumbles, returning to staring at her poster
"Then answer this for me, if it wasn't for what your parents have told you, your whole life, would you have a problem with me?"
"I didn't know Luis! I really don't feel like doing this right now, go away!"
"No, not until you answer my question." I cross my arms and sit tight in my sea like an indignant first grader.
"You want the truth?"
"Yes."
"Fine. Other then your obvious arrogance and the fact you're a hockey player, I suppose you're alright. "
"There, we have a break through." I smile
"Don't get the wrong idea, I don't want to date you, I don't want to be friends, I don't even want to talk to you other then when working on our assignment or during tutoring sessions."
"I'm sure I can change your mind."
"Not likely, now get out." Tricia pops off her bed and pulls me out of my seat. The next thing I know I'm starring at her closed door again.
Still I can't suppress a victorious grin as I walk back toward my dorm.
"So what's your problem anyway?" I query tossing my spiral notebook in some random direction.
"What makes you think I have a problem?" She grumbles staring at the Orlando Bloom poster she has taped to the ceiling above her bed.
"Well if you don't have a problem, then you're just a miserable bitch." I declare and she jerks upright into a sitting position.
"What makes you think I want to talk to you about it?"
"Well, not to sound like an asshole, but you don't seem to have tons of friends here TJ and with your attitude, I doubt the number will be growing."
"Fine." She throws her hands up in a defeated manner "You wanna know what's bothering me, fine. I won't get to play football this year, after all the begging the dean did to get me here, I find out at tryouts today that I'm ineligible."
"Why?" I yawn, this conversation is already getting old
"Apparently to play sports here at Eden Hall, you have to have a certain amount of academic credits. You're given until junior year to acquire at least one foreign language point, unfortunately at Blake you don't have to take a second language to play." Tricia laments
"So can't you take a class this year?"
"Sort of, I talked coach McKenna into letting join the team and going to practice at least until the season starts. I've gotta find a tutor to work with me for a few weeks and the day before our first game the coach will give me an equivalency test, if I pass I can play."
"So what's your problem?"
"The tutoring program hasn't started up yet for the year, so I have to find someone who'll be willing to help me on their own time, without getting credit for it. And Mrs. Taylor won't even tell me who any of the tutors are."
I'm too decent of a guy, that's it the results are in, or maybe I'm just a sucker for a nice pair of boobs, either way, I think I just find the way to make TJ be civil to me at any rate.
"Take Spanish and I'll tutor you." I volunteer
"On what conditions?" See now she's about as suspicious as she is beautiful and rude.
"There aren't any." I answer
"There's always strings attached Luis, so why don't you just admit there's something you want in return." Tricia-Jean mutters
"Okay, how about this, I help you out and you make an effort to be more pleasant to me."
I know you all must be wondering why in the world I'd offer to help her after the way she's treated me. Well other then the obvious that she's gorgeous, it's mostly because I love a challenge. Not only that but I've been raised to think that no one is all bad. I know there must be something good inside her, somewhere.
"See, I knew there was a catch."
"What catch? All I'm asking is for a little respect, I think it's a fair trade." I declare
"Fair! How can you call that fair? All you've got to do is give up a few measly hours of free time a week, you expect me to give up what I believe in." She retorts
"You believe in judging people by the color of their skin, or the language they speak?" I trap her. If she says yes she admits to being a bigot, if she says no there's no reason why she can't make an effort.
"Yes, no. Oh why do you have to be so difficult. Look Mendoza my family is very clear on the things they expect of me and not palling around with people like you is one of them. If my father found out I had you in my room right now, I don't know what he'd do, but it wouldn't be good."
"So do you always do what your family expects?" By now I'm just trying to get under her skin.
"No." TJ mumbles, returning to staring at her poster
"Then answer this for me, if it wasn't for what your parents have told you, your whole life, would you have a problem with me?"
"I didn't know Luis! I really don't feel like doing this right now, go away!"
"No, not until you answer my question." I cross my arms and sit tight in my sea like an indignant first grader.
"You want the truth?"
"Yes."
"Fine. Other then your obvious arrogance and the fact you're a hockey player, I suppose you're alright. "
"There, we have a break through." I smile
"Don't get the wrong idea, I don't want to date you, I don't want to be friends, I don't even want to talk to you other then when working on our assignment or during tutoring sessions."
"I'm sure I can change your mind."
"Not likely, now get out." Tricia pops off her bed and pulls me out of my seat. The next thing I know I'm starring at her closed door again.
Still I can't suppress a victorious grin as I walk back toward my dorm.