Sorry its been a while since my last update. Hope this will make it up?
Oh and yeah I know I'm being plagiarized yet again. His name is Khamelion. Sigh. But whatever. I'm pretty sure it's a different guy. He wrote that "twilight sucks monkey balls" on this story so I pm'ed him to keep his snooty opinions to himself. Turns out, that pissed him off so he decided to "take his revenge." What a failed form of revenge but whatever, last time I piss of an idiot. Anyways, I'll report him and stuff, but I'm not that concerned about this.
MICHELLE'S POV
"What do you mean she's not going to graduate?" Paul yelled.
"I-I am sorry, but with the g-grades that Michelle has now, there's no way she's going to pass any of her classes this year," the principal stammered, obviously intimidated by Paul.
"She's only a freshman! She has 3 more years to make it up!" Paul growled, his firsts clutching the arms of his chair so hard I thought they were going to break.
"Paul, calm down," Sam muttered.
"Y-yes, I know she is only a freshman, but she needs a certain amount of credits to finish school. If she doesn't pass at least four of her classes this year, she's not going to be able to graduate with the rest of her class," the principal explained, running his hands through his hair.
I looked from the principal to Paul to Sam. I came back to school this morning for the first time and was immediately called down to the office. Sam was called as my guardian, and of course Paul shows up wherever I am.
I'm even failing gym, which I didn't think was possible. But apparently you have to actually show up and not sulk in a corner the entire class.
"What if she is able to pass four classes before the end of the year?" Sam asked calmly, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk.
"That would work, but she only has a month," the principal sighed, relieved to be talking to someone rational. I was all for Paul kicking the shit out of him until he agreed changed my grades.
"She can do it!" Paul said quickly.
"Paul," I hissed under my breath.
He looked at me and smiled encouragingly.
"What do you think Mrs. Adams?" the principal asked, looking at me.
"Uh… I guess I could try?" I shrugged.
"Michelle, you have to think this over," Sam told me, putting a hand on my shoulder, "It'll be a lot of work. Do you think you're up for that?" his doubtful tone made me mad.
"I can do it!" I insisted. I would prove him wrong.
"Okay, then it's settled. If Michelle can pass four of her academic classes- meaning not gym or lunch- then she may be able to graduate. Michelle, you need to go to your teachers for all of your makeup work," the principal instructed.
"Okay," I said, determined.
I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, heading to first period. Paul followed and grabbed my bag for me.
"Do you think you can do it?" he asked with caution.
"Do you?" I asked, turning to him.
"Yes."
"Then I do," I shrugged.
"Look who's back from fat camp," I heard a voice sneer from behind.
I closed my eyes and squeezed Paul's hand so hard, if he were human, I would have tore it off.
"Just ignore her," Paul whispered, pushing me forward.
He dropped my off at my class and kissed me on my cheek, then headed to his own. With a deep breath, I walked inside handing the late pass to my teacher and quickly taking my seat. People stared and it was bad. I felt really self conscious and I could barely concentrate. I put my head in my hand and just did my work, ignoring everyone around me.
I stayed in my seat after the bell rang, waiting until everyone left to approach my teacher.
"What do you need Michelle?" she asked.
"I was wondering if I could have the work I missed. I know I'm failing and I need to pass this class," I told her.
She gave me a surprised look, "All of it?"
"Er… yeah."
"Well, ugh stop by after school and I'll have it for you," she said.
"Thank you so much," I said, giving her a small smile before leaving.
The rest of the day went like that. Lots of stares and teachers giving me makeup work. Plus I had my regular homework, so I was packed.
"Hey Michelle, wanna go to -"
"GET OUT!" I yelled, throwing my Spanish text book at whichever moron decided to disturb me.
Seth- I think- ran out of my room before the book made contact with his head. I went back to working, mumbling to myself about idiot morons with no respect for people that have work to do. I was working on some algebra homework, and then I had two English papers to write. I was trying to make some sort of schedule, but I had none. I was so packed with work, and my head was pounding.
Solve for x if y equals the sum of a plus six. Graph the equation.
What the hell? Since when did letters join the math party? Sighing loudly, I flipped open the text book in attempt to teach myself. No luck. I couldn't comprehend anything on the page. Seth takes algebra doesn't he? Or did he?
"Seth?"
No answer.
"Seeeth?" I called loudly.
Still no answer, but I heard a football game on the TV downstairs. Figures.
"HELP SETH I'M DYING!" I yelled.
I heard him running all the way up the stairs, "Shit, Paul's gonna rip my head off if she gets hurt!"
"Michelle? What's wrong?" he asked panicked as he threw the door open.
"Algebra is hard," I pouted.
"So?" he asked out of breath, raising his eyebrows.
"Sooo," I sighed, "I need help!"
"Um, alright," he said, clomping over to my bed and sitting next to me. He studied the problem for a minute, massaging his forehead.
"Okay so…" he said, pointing to a spot on the page, "Yeah I got nothing."
"SETH!" I growled.
"Hey, I'm failing algebra just as much as you are," he said.
"Go away!" I yelled, hitting him with my math book.
"Okay okay," he said, leaving.
"And send Sam up!" I told him.
"Yeah yeah."
"Listen! Whatever you do to the left side, you have to do to the right side!"
"The right side of what?"
"The equation!" Sam said, obviously losing his patience.
"What equation?" I sobbed.
"The one on the paper!" he yelled, "Look, you add four because it's a negative number so then you eliminate all numbers and get three times x. But you still have three, so you have to divide both sides in order to get x by itself. Then you know what x equals, so you can substitute it for x in the second equation."
He looked at me, waiting for something to happen. I just looked at him, not comprehending a word he said.
"I JUST DON'T GET IT!" I cried finally.
"Oh my god," Sam sighed, putting his head in his hands.
According to Emily, Sam was some sort of math genius. But him teaching me wasn't working out. At. All. Which is why I'm crying, trying to understand why x and y can replace each other in the process of substitution or something like that.
"I'm s-s-s-such a f-f-failure!" I cried.
"No, you can get this," Sam said, attempting to sound encouraging. Attempting.
"No I can't," I sniffed.
"Just take a deep breath and look," Sam said, "X equals three divided by four plus y times seven. Do you understand?"
I looked at the complicated equation on the page, trying to make sense of it all, "NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I cried finally.
I heard the door open downstairs and someone come in. Footsteps raced upstairs at the sound of my cries, telling me it was Paul. The door flew open.
"What did you do to her?" Paul yelled, rushing over to me.
"Oh thank god," Sam sighed, "She's all yours."
Sam ran out of the room at inhuman speed. I almost laughed, but then I remembered my failure in math.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked, pulling my on his lap.
"Why does algebra have to be so hard?" I growled.
"Because teachers hate us. But why are you crying? Are you hurt?" he asked quickly.
"I'm crying because algebra is HARD!" I cried.
Paul was quiet for a minute, "You're… crying… because you don't understand your algebra homework?"
"Maybe- don't laugh! It's not funny!" I yelled, trying to pull away from him. His arms tightened around me.
"I'm sorry, but it is a little funny," he sighed, kissing the top of my head, "Maybe I could help you?"
"Doubtful," I sighed.
"Hey, I got a D- in ninth grade math. That's definitely passing," he defended.
"Barely," I scoffed, "What am I gonna do?"
Paul was quiet for a minute, "I might know someone who could help you."
"Really? Who?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"I think… I think it's time for you to meet my parents."
Sorry if there's a lot of typos in this. I'm sooo tired and don't have anytime to reread it. Review for more!
What do you think Paul's parents will be like?