Why do I have the feeling that my tutor is going to be an emo or Goth? It's just the feeling I got when I woke up on Monday morning. I stretched and yawned, walking into my large walk in closet, stumbling to find something to wear. I ended up with some shorts and a tank top. I stretched again and walked into the bathroom, splashing water on my face.

Instead of sleeping in, I'm going to some lame tutoring…

After I was done, I found it odd that I didn't smell any breakfast cooking. It was around nine in the morning. Normally, my dad was up and cooking breakfast for me. I hated to admit it, but I cherished the time we had in the morning. He'd cook some sort of breakfast item and we'd both eat it. We also added syrup to whatever it was, no matter what it was. It was our secret little thing. I would complain about carbs and calories and he'd just laugh.

"It's all going to your head anyway."

I smiled to myself a bit as I walked downstairs. I knew he wouldn't approve of my outfit, but if he didn't, then why did he buy me the outfit? Or did I…?

"Hello?" I called, but heard no response.

I walked into the kitchen to find it cold and empty. No cooking done here.

"Maybe it's in the microwave…"

A bright pink sticky note caught my attention before I could get to it. I picked it up and glanced over it for a few seconds. It was my dad's handwriting.

Dear Dawn,

I'm sorry. I got a surprise call from the office. Just grab some cereal, okay? I'll make it up; it's a promise!

Love Dad

I balled the small piece of paper in my hand, without giving it a second glance.

"Good Dawn, you're here."

I looked around the school library, noticing other tutoring pairs. They were all people I'd never seen before. Granted, if they weren't in my circle, I didn't pay much attention at all. Everybody had the same face I did, bored, annoyed, and ready to go. I turned back to the volunteer. She seemed too peppy for her own good. She reminded me of a cheerleader on espresso. She had two blond pigtails and black rimmed glasses. Her eyes were pretty, however. They were a nice, deep green. She was wearing a black shirt with her name tag pinned on. The letters were too small for me to make out. Her jeans were dark blue accompanied with Sketchers or something. I hated tennis shoes.

"So, where do I sit?"

"I'm glad you asked!" The girl exclaimed. Her ponytails bounced up with her words. She pointed to a faraway table. "You're table number eight. Your tutor will be here shortly."

She left me to attend to another student. I took a deep breath and tried to walk fast, but not too fast to cause attention. Unfortunately, my walking technique didn't help. Everybody stopped to watch me walk past their tables. I could already see the Facebook statuses racing up in their minds. I counted off the numbered tables until I got to number eight. I suddenly noticed how far away it was compared to the other tables. I wondered why.

I sat down and took out my cell phone. I had hundreds of texts, but there was only one I really cared about.

AshK: Hey babe

I smiled to myself, hoping I didn't look too stupid.

What's up?

AshK: Thinkin bout u :)

I giggled, trying to think of something to say back to that.

Appreciate it. Wen can I c u again?

"Ahem."

I looked up to see a boy with purple hair and—No! This wasn't just any boy…its Ash's adopted brother! What was his name again?

"Do you want to pass or what?"

I frowned. "Somebody's an ass."

"I guess not," The boy replied sarcastically. He sat down anyway, shaking his head to get the hair out of his face. I got a glimpse of his purple eyes. They were breathtaking. I quickly looked away before he noticed I was staring at them. I played with my phone.

The boy wasn't alone, however. A tall, heavy-set man was with him. It looked like his probation officer.

"I got it from here."

The officer snorted. "That's what they all say."

I look up to see the officer walk over to a nearby table. He takes out his own phone and begins tapping on it, glancing up at the boy every so often. I looked back at him and sighed quietly. This was going to be my fate every Monday?

"What now?"

"Well, I'm going to tutor you." Before I could get another word out, he continued. "I'm not doing this out the goodness of my heart, mind you. It was this or jail."

"Great," I reply, dripping with sarcasm. "I'm joining your ranks now."

"Rank?"

"Yeah, the charity cases."

The boy laughed a short comforting laugh. It sounded like it hadn't been used in a while. "If only you knew Dawn, if only you knew."

"Why do you know my name, but I don't know yours?"

He shrugs, smirking a bit. "You don't need to know my name. I'm a street dweller. You're a preppy chick. We don't mix. Ask my brother if you really wanna know."

An hour later, I got ready to go. Even after I pleaded, begged, and pestered him for his name, he still didn't tell me. Whatever. He's right. Street dwellers and preps don't mix and they never will. I did learn that he violated his parole and was tutoring as an alternative to jail.

"So you killed somebody?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes Dawn. I killed a man, burned his house down, and ate his cereal. Yes!"

"I don't like your sarcasm."

"Whatever." He motioned to his officer, who stood up, ready to go. "See you Monday, Ms. Berlitz."

Was he trying to be funny? Rolling my eyes, I dug around for my phone (he actually made me put it up while he was tutoring me!) and turned it back on. I had a missed call from Dad and a new text from Ash.

AshK: How bout Fri?

I gasped out loud, not caring who saw me.

Of course! Where?

AshK: Movies? Dinner?

K. Wat time?

AshK: Eight.

Alright. C u there!

I smiled and tucked my phone away. A limo was waiting outside for me. Dad must've known when my tutoring was over. My usual driver, Allen, came outside to greet me.

"Hello Ms. Berlitz. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

I thought for a quick moment, then nodded.

"Café Benz, please."

I got into the limo and instantly began texting May. We needed to talk ASAP. I had to update her.

Hey. R u free?

May: Yes! Y?

Café Benz?

May: Sure. C u in 10

I smiled to myself for what felt like the millionth time. Even if my Monday's totally sucked now, maybe May and I could arrange to meet somewhere afterwards. After all, she couldn't be doing anything too important every Monday. That'll be something to look forward to.

"Ew, really?"

I had just finished telling her about the tutoring over a couple of Vanilla Bean coffees.

"Yeah," I sigh, taking a sip. "The weird thing was that he didn't want to tell me his name. Do you know him?"

May shook her head. "Nope. I don't think I've ever seen him around."

"Oh."

There was a bit of an awkward silence while we took a couple of sips. I stared at the steady stream of customers coming in and out of the store. This was a hip and urban place competing with Starbucks. Personally, May and I loved this place because it was perfect for young people. You couple people watch and pick up a couple of numbers if you were good. Suddenly, I saw a flash of purple that caught my eye. Could it be that boy? I watched the figure weave in and out of the crowd until it thinned. It revealed itself to be to a girl with horribly dyed roots.

"I figured you'd get somebody like Tiffany or Ally did. I heard they already got numbers from their guys."

Unless there was different tutoring times or something, none of the guys there seemed boyfriend material.

"Lucky them." I finished the coffee and ran my finger around the rim. "Well, what do you want to do now?"

May shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know."

It was too late for a nail appointment. We just got our hair done. Too early in the week to go to the mall, besides, my dad didn't get paid until the weekend anyway. Amusement park? Not without dates. Ash and I were going to the movies on Friday. That really didn't leave too much.

May was about to say something when her phone rang. "Damn. Can I take this?"

I smile and wave her off. "Sure."

She races away with a huge smile on her face. Probably her boyfriend, Drew. I sat at the table quietly, looking around at all the people again. Suddenly, I began to see purple again. Was I hallucinating? No, I couldn't be.

"Guess who?"

I looked over and saw the boy.

"Ew."

He smirked and grabbed May's coffee cup.

"Hey!" I exclaimed in protest. I watched as he pretended to drink some out of it.

"What's the purpose of this anyway?"

"Because it tastes good. Can you, I don't know, leave? Me and my friend were kinda in the middle of something."

"I'd call that something…nothing. Trying to figure out what you were going to do next isn't something," He replies. I looked up into his eyes and saw them dancing and shining. He suddenly turned his head with a frown. I must've lingered too long.

"Your eyes are weird."

Crap!

He stares at me blankly.

"I-I didn't mean…"

The boy stands up, looking off distantly. "Whatever. Look, I came to bring you homework. Have fun." He races off, just in time too. May was coming back from her call looking happy and like she was walking on clouds. I was still stunned from the previous incident. I didn't mean the comment like I did. Actually, I wasn't thinking weird at all. I was going to say beautiful or nice, but weird was the word that came out.

"Guess what, Dawn?" May asks with a smile. "Drew and I are going to that new fancy restaurant."

"Cool…"

I didn't see what the problem was. If you looked at, it could be a compliment! Wait—why did I care about his feelings? Gah!

"Hey, you okay?"

I looked up into May's concerned eyes. I gave her a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Ha, ha, ha…"

May smiles back. "Well, whatever. Oh, I heard you and Ash are going to the movies. How about you go to the restaurant with us and we'll go to the movies you guys."

"Awesome!"

May and I shrieked together. In all honestly, I couldn't think about shrieking. The boy was still on my mind. For some reason, I felt as if I should go apologize or something. I'd also kill two birds with one stone. Maybe even three! I'd apologize to the boy, snoop around for his name, and spend some time with Ash!

A win-win.