Tutor
CH. 4
A/N: Not much to say so far.. Hope this chapter turns out decent, it's almost midnight and I'm starting to doze off. Oh, and probably all of the future chapters will be in Craig's POV.
And sorry this is sooo short.. It's just kinda an introduction to another twist in the plot ;D
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CRAIG'S POV
The next few days of tutoring went by as normal. It was nice, just talking and laughing. Everything felt right in those short one-hour tutoring sessions, because we were finally getting to know and accept eachother.. Especially after his little breakdown the week before.
One day he was acting a little quieter than usual; halfway through the session I put down my pencil and asked,
"Something wrong?"
He looked up, still in the daze he'd been in for the past half-hour. No, the entire day he'd been like this; just not talking and not reacting to anything and not showing any emotion.
"Nuh-uh. I'm fine." He mumbled before focusing on the homework again.
"..Are you sure?" He shakes his head, chewing his bottom lip.
"What happened?" I say, not expecting anything. Which is good, because if you expect the best, then something worse is bound to happen, and if you expect the worst, the worst just happens and you're dissapointed anyway.
"My dad left."
"..Left?" I'm somewhat surprised by this.
"Yuh. He and mom were fighting alot and everything was getting stressful over Mikey dying. So he just kinda.. left. I never really liked him much, though. I can't say I'm happy or mad or upset or what."
"Oh." I can't say 'sorry' because he said he wasn't mad or upset. What could I say?
"And I dunno. Things are weird. Mom doesn't talk much.. I think she's still in shock over Mikey. I mean, uh, I am too.. It's just that you have to get over things like th-that.. People die, things change. It's how things are." He says, looking up from his textbook. I nod.
"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. I.. I hope everything turns out okay, I really do.. You're a great person, Clyde.. Really. You don't deserve the hell you're in."
"It.. It's not hell or anything. I can deal. That's life." He looks down again, twiddling his thumbs. He's upset. Why the fuck is he being like this?
"No. Something's wrong. You're upset. Look at you. No, look at me." I reach across the table and grab his hand. He looks up, taken by surprise. "You're hiding something. I know. You can't.. You're not acting normal."
"Well, what the hell do you expect? My brother's dead, my dad's gone, and my mom's acting weirder than I am. Damn right there's something wrong. Fucking God's sake.." He gets up, starting to pick up his backpack. He shoves the book and the papers in and zippers it shut.
"I.. I'm going to go." He starts walking towards the doorway, but then I stop him.
"I'm sorry."
"..The hell are you sorry for?"
"Being stupid. I should've known you'd be upset.. " I feel myself blushing.
"It's okay. Really, it is. Talk to you later, okay? Okay. Bye." He huffs, then is out the door.
I didn't see him again until long after his mother died in a car crash.
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A/N: I TOLD YOU ALL. I told you that something was gonna happen, and it diiiid. Even though this was really short.
-Hailey
