Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
"Fine.” He grinned, relief flooding his features. "I'll hang out with you tomorrow morning and on Friday at lunch."
He nodded, breathing out a sigh of relief. I turned my head back to the front, clenching my fists on my lap. "Since we only have today and tomorrow left this week," the teacher began saying, "I want you all to spend the rest of class time this week getting to know your partners."
I ran my hand through my hair, sighing.
I really didn't want to do this.
I heard Kaleb shuffling some papers around. I turned my head a little to see him turning to face me with his notebook and pen on his desk. I hesitated, wondering if I made the right decision. “Come on, Tracey, work with me here." I clenched my jaw. "As soon as I have enough to write this paper, I'll leave you alone."
I had just agreed to hang out with him twice this week, didn't I? Couldn't he just be grateful for that and wait until then?
I looked over at him again silently. Judging by his expression, apparently not.
"What do you want to know?" I wasn’t happy about doing this, and it showed in my voice.
He smiled. "Yesterday you told me that you never wanted to be noticed. Why?"
Great. He wanted a fucking heart-to-heart.
"Personal reasons.” My answer was evasive, but I couldn’t answer that question.
He watched me carefully for a moment, trying to read my expression, but I kept it schooled into an uncaring one. Finally, he spoke again. "The point of me asking questions is for you to give me a proper answer and to not beat around the bush." Exasperation filled his tone.
I felt my temples begin to throb with an oncoming headache, and I sighed, reaching up with my hands to rub them. "Hey, why are you wearing gloves? We're inside. It's not cold in here."
I instantly dropped my hands back to my lap, panic gripping my chest. I didn't need him looking too deep into my clothing choices. "Well, I'm cold.” He flinched back from the coldness of my voice.
Jesus, did he have to read deeply into everything about me?
He finally took his eyes off my gloved hands, and only then could I sort of relax. “What are your views on life?"
My views on life.
Life sucked. Death would be much more peaceful. In life, you had to be afraid, and you had to watch every word you said and every move you made. You couldn't just live freely, doing as you pleased and being happy. Life was a bit overrated.
I didn't say that though. It would make him suspicious. I couldn't have him being suspicious.
Or worse, running to a guidance counselor and telling them that he thought I was suicidal.
I mean, I was, but that was none of his business.
"I don't have any views on life.” That was the best answer to go with.
He sighed and dropped his pen on his desk, reaching up with his fingers to rub his temples. Irritation marred his features as he glared down at his desk. "You have got to be the most infuriating person I've ever met." He turned his eyes to me, glaring. I recoiled back from him, my eyes widening in fear. "You're so evasive with your answers, never just being outright honest."
I wonder why?
"How do you know if I'm being honest or not?" I forced my voice to come out strong and angry despite the fear that rushed through my veins at being faced with his anger. "All of my answers have been honest. They just haven't been complete answers."
No need to tell him that the last answer was a lie.
Kaleb looked over at me in irritation. I swallowed hard. "Tracey, seriously, I've told you before and I'll tell you again that I need this grade. I can't write a two-page paper about what I learned from you and all of that other crap we have to write about if you continue to give me evasive, bullshit answers."
I clenched my jaw. "Yes, you can." I was losing my patience. "You're supposed to be smart, aren't you? Use the fucking brain that God gave you."
How could he not write a paper about me? I could even give a sample off the top of my head.
Tracey Olive is a different person altogether. She is not your average girl. In fact, she is quite the bitch. I pity anyone that is forced to talk to her.
I have learned from Tracy that you should not act as she does. You will be left alone with no one to turn to because in reality, who really wants to be friends with someone who is rude all of the time?
Tracey also does not give a damn about her grades. Anyone who does not care about their grades will never make it anywhere in life. Looking at Tracey, I am glad to have been Glendad with intelligence. Tracey makes me want to aim even higher than I already have been.