Claire sat on her bed looking at the walls of her pink room. She pondered what had happened that evening. Yes, she had told her dad that she invited her tutors over. She was still insecure about what her friends would say if word got out she had that band of misfits at her house. Then she thought about Saturday.
"That's an academic club. Academic clubs aren't like other kinds of clubs."
"Your friends look up to us."
"You're so conceited, Claire."
"I Would not, and I will not. Because I think that's real shitty."
"I was just considering my options."
"You think I don't understand pressure, Claire? Well Fuck you! FUCK YOU!"
She let out a slight scream. She picked up the phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.
Andy was having another one of his post-workout meals that could fill a good-size grocery bag. He finished a second banana then the phone rang. He picked it up and managed to say, "Hello," while still chewing. He swallowed, then tried again.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Andy?"
"Oh, hey Claire. What's up?'
"Look, mind if we talk?
"Sure, why? You alright?"
"Yeah, look. I invited Brian, Max, Allison, Wyatt, and…Magnus at my house about an hour ago—"
"Magnus.. Buchen?" Andy couldn't help but chuckle at the name.
"Ugh. Yes! Magnus The Butcher Buchen!"
"So, what happened?"
"Well, I kind of told my dad that they were my tutors."
Andy just laughed. "Magnus Buchen, as your tutor.! What does he help you with? Gym?"
"Andy, I'm being serious!" Andy stopped kidding. He thought Claire was going to cry by the way she almost choked.
"Look, that wasn't the coolest thing to do. I'll talk to them, try and work things out."
"Thanks, Andy."
"Any time."
They both hung up and Andy dialed a number and heard it pick up.