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A/N: Hi this is the highly anticipated ch. 5. And in the last chapter I should have put taken instead of boughten, but I guess my spell check isn't doing its job LOL. Boughten is a word though just not the word I meant, sorry. Anyway, enough of that boring authors note on with the story . . .
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Ch.5 Algebra Tutor
12:00 p.m., Sunday, October 12
Man, Lilly and Mia are still fighting. They've never had a fight last
this long before.
Mia must be really mad, because I half-expected her to call last night, and beg Lilly's forgiveness. And Lilly's been out doing stuff for her boycott all day.
And I know she's still a little mad at me about yesterday, because she made pancakes for mom, dad, Maya, and herself and conveniently 'forgot' to make me some. But I don't really care. Lilly's pancakes taste sort of weird, like paper with maple syrup on them.
But whatever, Lauren went to her grandmother's house and has been there all day so far she also apparently forgot to turn on her cell phone, so I haven't been able to ask her about the whole date thing. And I can't ask Felix because he's not home either.
I think my two best friends are avoiding me, and secretly dating. And the girl with whom I am in love with will probably never speak to me again, because I'm her ex-best friend's older nerdy brother. And to make matters worse, Mia thinks the only reason that I'm nice to her is because Lilly threatened that if I wasn't she would then tell the whole school about this time she caught me crying during an old episode of 7th Heaven (which I wasn't doing by the way, I just had something in my eye and I suffer from allergies). And, I'm still feeling kind of guilty about the whole yelling at my little sisters' thing, and my parent's are all analyzing me because I guess I've been kind of moody lately, or 'showing sign's of repressed anxiety and anger'. And Judith Gershner might like me, but I don't know how to turn her down without making myself feel guilty about it later. And to top it all off, Mia likes the one guy I've hated since middle school.
Why me? Why?
5:43 p.m., Still Sunday
Lauren just called. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Moscovitz residence?
Lauren: Michael? Look, Isabelle told me you called, and I guess you'll be wanting an explanation-
Me: Oh no, you don't need to explain. I figured it out on my own already. Did you forget I'm a genius? So how long have you and Felix been dating one week two weeks?
I said this kind of bitterly so I think she knew I was pissed, but she still had no idea how pissed
Lauren: Only since last Tuesday. And Michael, Felix and I were going to tell you as soon as we could, we just never got around to it.
Me: Oh, I forgive you completely. I mean you guys only had like five days to tell me! And it's not like we go to the exact same school, we eat at the same lunch period, and we all have the same FREAKIN' ENGLISH CLASS TOGETHER!!!!
I yelled the last part and Lauren said quietly
Lauren: Well you've always known I've liked Felix as more than a friend. And we wanted to tell you, we really did it's just that we had a feeling that when you found out you would act like this.
Me: Act like what?
Lauren: You know like this, I mean it's totally not a big deal, but you're blowing this way out of proportion.
Michael: Oh am I?
Lauren: Yes you are. I mean it's not like Felix and I are getting married it's just a high school relationship.
I regret this part of our conversation the most
Me: Yea your right. I mean Felix will probably dump you in a few days anyway.
Lauren: Oh, right. You really think so huh?
Me: Yea, I mean you're not even as pretty as most girls he dates.
I totally did not mean that at all. It was just that I was so mad that I blurted it out. Because Lauren is pretty, she's very pretty.
She is about 5'7 with shoulder length light brown hair. She has really brown eyes and usually wears contacts, that's she's had since the 7th grade. And could probably kick almost anyone's ass (that goes to AEHS). But she still is very sensitive, so I guess I deserved what she said next.
Lauren: Yea, I'm not as pretty. So um, Michael are you dating anyone? Have you told Mia how you feel lately? Have you stopped sulking around constantly, writing in your journal about how much you love a 14-year-old? Have you? If not then shut the hell up and leave me alone!!!
Then she hung up.
Why is my life so complicated?
6:04 p.m. Still Sunday, still home
I tried calling Lauren back, but she won't come to the phone.
Hey, Mia just logged on. Should I talk to her? I mean I've been thinking about what Lauren said she's right. I haven't told Mia how I feel. I'm gonna do it. Or I'll at least ask her about last night
CracKing: Hey, Thermopolis. What happened to you last night? It's like you went completely mental, or something.
Maybe that wasn't the best choice of words.
FtLouie: For your information, I did not go mental. I just got tired of your sister always telling me what to do. Not that it's any of your business.
CracKing: What are you being so snotty about? Of course it's my business. I have to live with her, don't I?
This is too true. I've also had to hear her saying all this crap about Mia, ever since she came home from her boycotting trip four hours ago.
FtLouie: Why? Is she talking about me?
CracKing: You could say that.
Oh, I shouldn't have said that now she's going to ask what's she saying.
FtLouie: What's she saying?
Maybe if I don't tell her...
CracKing: I thought it wasn't any of my business.
FtLouie: It isn't. What's she saying about me?
Okay. She's not going to let this go I should tell her.
CracKing: That she doesn't know what's with you these days, but ever since your dad came to visit you've been acting like a head case.
There, maybe now we can talk about something besides my deranged sister.
FtLouie: Me? A head case? What about her? She's the one who's always criticizing me. I'm so sick of it!! If she wants to be my friend, why can't she accept me the way I am???
Or maybe not.
CracKing: No need to yell.
FtLouie: I'm not yelling!!!
CracKing: You're using excessive amounts of punctuation, and on-line, that's like yelling. Besides, she's not the only one criticizing. She says you won't support her boycott of Ho's Deli.
Am I backing up Lilly?
FtLouie: Well, she's right. I won't. It's stupid. Don't you think it's stupid?
Shit, I have to get her of the topic of Lilly. But how?
CracKing: Sure it's stupid. Are you still flunking algebra?
Damn. That was random. Now what do I do?
FtLouie: I guess so. But considering the fact that Mr.G slept over last night, I'll probably scape by with a D. Why?
CracKing: What? Mr. G slept over? At your place? What was that like?
Now maybe she'll forget about me asking if she was flunking Algebra.
FtLouie: It was pretty awful. But then he kind of joked around, and made it okay. I don't know. I should probably be more mad, but my mom's so happy, it's hard.
See why I love her?
CracKing: Your mom could do a lot worse that Mr.G. Imagine if she was going out with Mr. Stuart.
There, good Moscovitz, lead the conversation away from Algebra.
FtLouie: Ha ha ha. Why'd you want to know whether or not I'm flunking Algebra?
Oh shit. Should I log off? No, Lauren (if she were to find out) would mock me for the rest of my life. Maybe I should do it, ask her if I can tutor her in Algebra, I mean. I have nothing to lose, right?
CracKing: Oh, because I'm done with this month's issue of Crackhead, and I thought if you wanted, I could tutor you during G&T. If you wanted.
Smooth Moscovitz, very smooth.
FtLouie: Wow, that would be great! Thanks!
CracKing: Don't mention it. Hang in there, Thermopolis.
I'm going to sign off now. But isn't this great? Mia said yes! Now if only I could work up the nerve to ask Mia to the Cultural Diversity dance next week.
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That's ch.5. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Michael is sounding pretty girly isn't he? Well I can't help it, but anyway, I'm trying to finish this story before next Saturday, because I'm going to Viva Las Vegas for a week with my mom, and my 15-year-old niece, and maybe my aunt, and my bothers girlfriends' parents, and maybe my brother's girlfriend (that's going to be one crowed hotel won't it?). My brother can't go though. But anyway, I can't update there or even write anything, because I don't own a laptop (you can blame my mom for that) so like I said before, I'll try to finish this story soon. 'Till the next chapter, Adios.
Also do you guys think I should change the rating to PG-13? There's sort of a lot of cursing, but I don't know if there's enough to change the rating. Let me know please.
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